Natasha's Awakening (19 page)

“Eric.” She moaned and he walked over to her, sitting on the bed to touch his lips to hers. Natasha bit down on his bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth, deepening the kiss until Eric’s lips parted and she could plunge her tongue into his mouth.

He groaned and her arms lifted, locking at the back of his neck, her fingers ruffling through the hair at his nape. Her hips started to move in slow circles as her excitement grew and her muscles clamped down on the egg which only intensified the sensation making her gasp as her pleasure mounted.

Natasha bit down on Eric’s lip and he grunted with the pain. She pulled back seeing his lip reddening from her teeth. He held up the remote in his hand and grinned at her. “You’re going to pay for that.” He said and touched another button. The egg started vibrating hard and she cried out from the intensity of the feelings it was producing.

Eric bent down, his lips closing over one of her nipples and he sucked and drew on it, driving Natasha crazy. With each pull on her nipples, pleasure speared through her internally and with the steady vibration of the egg inside her, she could feel her orgasm building quickly. She moaned, her head thrashing from side to side and she started slightly when she felt his fingers brush over her clitoris. It was sensation overload for her. He was still sucking and licking on her nipples, the egg was building up the pleasure on the inside and now with Eric’s clever fingers circling her hardening nub, Natasha couldn’t bear it.

“Please, please, Eric.” She gasped, her hips lifting off the bed. Her breathing was coming in fast choppy breaths and just as she felt like she was going to explode, suddenly the egg stopped vibrating and Eric removed his fingers from her.

Natasha reared up a loud moan of frustration spilling from her lips. “No, no, please.” She gasped as she teetered so close to climaxing but just not quite there. “Eric, please!” She writhed clamping her legs together, trying to ease the feelings deep inside her.

The egg vibrated back into life and she screamed. Natasha bucked, her hips lifting off the bed as the pleasure started escalating again.

“Now baby.” Eric commanded and her orgasm exploded through her, her body thrusting and twisting as the intense pleasure chorused through her and she felt his lips at her entrance, sucking and lapping at her, making her jerk as he touched her overly sensitive clitoris. Her heart pounded hard in her chest, tremors racked her body and the egg stopped again, giving her a chance to gradually come down from her climax.

Eric reached between her legs and pulled on something and Natasha felt the egg slide from her body, and the trickle of her juices as it exited her opening with a slight sucking sound. His tongue went back to lapping at her, licking up her juices until the final tremors left her body.

She collapsed weakly onto the bed, her breathing still erratic and watched as Eric slid up the length of her to kiss her, the taste of her on his lips. “You were fucking amazing baby, you’ve made me so hard.” He said, cupping himself through his jeans. “I need you now.” He stood up dragging his jeans down his legs and Natasha watched as his erection sprang free, a drop of fluid glistening at the head of his engorged penis.

Eric climbed onto the bed straddling her and dropped a kiss on each of her nipples before crawling over her to reach into the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. With his hard shaft not far from her face, she licked the head of his penis, lapping up the drop of pre seminal fluid that clung to the head. Eric’s body jerked and he reared back, “Damn woman, don’t do that please, I’m only just holding it together now.” He told her.

Natasha watched as he tore the condom from its wrapper with his teeth and rolled it over his length with a hand that she could see was shaking. He backed back down her body and grabbed her hips.

“Roll over baby, I want to do you from behind.” He said, tugging on her hips and she rolled over, drawing herself up onto all fours.

He grabbed her hips and Natasha felt the head of his penis against her entrance. Eric rubbed himself through the wet folds and she trembled at the feel of him so large and hard at that sensitive part of her body. She pushed back, rubbing herself against his erection and with a groan Eric rammed into her, burying his shaft deep inside of her.

He collapsed over her back for a moment, breathing heavily into her ear, his penis twitching and jerking in her. After a moment of being still, he pulled himself up, holding her hips and started to move, sliding in and out of her slowly. Natasha dropped onto her elbows pushing her buttocks into the air and ground herself against him. He groaned and thrust hard, holding her hips firmly as he drove into her body.

Gradually he increased his pace and Natasha was a mass of sensation as the constant friction brushed against her special spot inside and she could feel another orgasm building with every thrust of his penis into her. It was all too much on top of the intense climax she’d already had and she couldn’t stop the tiny whimpers that escaped her lips with every move from Eric.

Natasha clamped down on him drawing him deeper, her muscles hugging him and clenching around him and Eric swore.

“Fuck baby, I’m almost there, come with me.” He groaned, his thrusting becoming more frantic, his hips rotating and grinding hard into her buttocks. He moved one hand around her and reached down touching a finger to her swollen clitoris and Natasha cried out. “Yes baby, yes, come for me.” He whispered and slammed into her again, pushing her over the edge and she screamed through her climax, her internal muscles fluttering around him.

“Fuck, fuck.” Eric gasped and with one final hard thrust that nearly sent her forward on the bed, she felt him spill into her, his warmth flooding her, pulsing into her.

Eric continued to thrust a few more times the sound of him moving in and out of her body, wet and noisy in the quiet room. Natasha suddenly exhausted collapsed on the bed and he dropped down with her, laying over her back, his penis still buried deep in her, twitching. She clamped down on him, milking the last drops from him and Eric moaned, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. She could feel the pounding of his heart against her back, which mirrored her own frantic heart beat.

They lay like that for a few minutes until Eric seemed to suddenly be aware that he had his full weight on her pressing her down into the mattress and he slipped from her body, pulling himself up to flop down on the bed next to her. He rolled Natasha onto her side, dragging her body against his until they lay tucked up against one another, just enjoying the closeness of their bodies until their heartbeats finally slowed and their breathing evened out to regular breaths.

Eric dropped a kiss on her cheek and lay there with her, cheek to cheek. Natasha gave a soft mewing sound and she felt him smile against her cheek.

“Tired baby?” He asked, his voice rumbling through her back.

“Mmm.” Was the best she could squeeze out and her eyes closed. Suddenly she was completely exhausted.

“Sleep sweetheart.” He said, kissing her again and Natasha barely acknowledged his kiss before sleep overcame her and she gave into the darkness.

                                                                        Chapter 10.

Natasha woke to the touch of lips on her bare shoulder. She smiled when she felt the pressure of Eric’s morning erection pressed up against her back. He must have realised she was awake and his hand cupped her breast, squeezing it, then teasing her nipple until it was a hard peak.

His hand moved down her body, over the curve of her hip and turned in towards her inner thigh and Natasha shifted her legs, parting them enough to give him better access. His finger brushed over her clitoris and she sucked in a deep breath at his touch on that sensitive part of her body. After circling it a few times, he slid a finger deep in her and she heard Eric groan when he encountered how wet she already was.

“Hussy.” He whispered into her ear and she smiled sleepily. She stretched pushing her buttocks into his erection, stretching again so she could move subtly against him. Eric released another groan and thrust up against her, his finger still sliding in and out of her body, before resuming its lazy circling of her hardening nub.

Natasha’s breathing started to increase, a flood of moisture pooled at her entrance and it was his turn to draw in a harsh breath. He pushed one leg between hers, parting her thighs and tugged on her hips until her entrance was pressed against his erection. She lifted her leg over his and felt the head of his shaft at her weeping opening. With one hand holding her hip steady, Eric surged forward, burying his penis in her and they both let out soft groans at their joining.

He began a lazy, slow thrusting in and out of her and Natasha moved her hips, pushing back against him as he thrust into her. With every movement, their passion started to rise, their breathing increasing. She could feel his hot breath against her neck as he pressed into her, his hand clamping down on her hip as he held her against him.

He moved the hand that held her hip down between her legs, massaging and rubbing her clitoris as he continued moving in and out of her. Natasha gasped as a sharp burst of pleasure speared through her from his caressing fingers on that sensitive part of her body.

She could feel her excitement growing and she wanted more from Eric. “Faster.” She gasped and cried out when Eric’s teeth bit into her neck.

“No baby.” He said, continuing with his slow, sensual pace and Natasha groaned with frustration. She writhed against him trying to get him to do as she wanted, but he stubbornly refused to give into her, keeping up the maddeningly slow and steady pace, his fingers still working her into a frenzy caressing her swollen clitoris.

She jerked and twisted, grinding herself against him and realised she was breaking through his controlled movements, when she heard his breathing kick up a notch, rasping hot and moist against her neck.

Suddenly Eric pulled out of her, rolling onto his back and tugged on Natasha. “Get on top baby.” He ground out through gritted teeth and she didn’t need encouraging, hopping up to straddle him.

She grasped his straining penis that glistened from her juices and slowly lowered herself onto him until she was impaled on his hard length. They both let out sighs of relief at being together again as intimately as two people could be joined and bracing herself with her hands on his muscled chest, she started to raise and lower herself, grinding down until he rammed up hard against her cervix.

Eric thrust up, grasping her hips to hold her still, his eyes dropping to watch where they were joined, obviously enjoying the sight of his long, thick shaft sliding into her and her juices coating him, her delicate tissues hugging him as he surged in and out of her body. She watched as his eyes darkened even more, arousal causing his cheeks to flush. 

He released his firm grip on her and she started to move faster, rising up and slamming down as Eric thrust up, the sound of their bodies coming together and their harsh breathing, the only sounds in the room.

As Natasha rhythmically rose and lowered herself, she watched Eric’s face, his eyes burning dark with passion. He bared his teeth, gritting them as he fought for control, the veins in his neck standing out. She could feel herself starting to lose control at the feel of him hitting into her deeply. It excited her to  watch him in the throes of passion, a dark flush staining his cheeks and it thrilled her that it was her that could make him like that. His need and passion for her, so great.

“Oh fuck baby, I’m gonna come, hurry, come with me.” He ground out and Natasha lost control riding him hard and fast, determined to make him lose control before her.

“Fuck, Natasha.” He yelled and bucked hard, thrusting up forcefully and she felt him pumping his release deep into her. She kept riding him watching as his eyes shut and a deep groan was torn from him. A shudder ripped through his body and she could feel him pulsing and jerking inside her as aftershocks chorused through him.

His eyes opened, glazed and unfocused but he continued to thrust into her, reaching between their bodies to circle her swollen clitoris. He worked it hard, pressing it, brushing over it, circling it with his fingers until with a loud keening cry, Natasha’s orgasm rolled through her, her muscles clenching down on Eric’s still hard shaft and she collapsed on his chest, tiny tremors quaking through her. They both lay like that for a while, their hearts pounding, still intimately joined.

When her breathing had settled, Natasha sat back up, running her hands over Eric’s chest, making tiny circles around his nipples, watching as they hardened. She traced the light covering of hair on his chest with a fingertip and then followed it down his stomach lower and lower until she got to where they were joined.

She felt him harden again inside her and her eyes lifted to his in surprise. “Surely you can’t be serious.” She said and he grinned.

“What do you think?” he asked, tilting his hips so he surged into her. “Still, first things first.” And he lifted her off him, reaching down to remove the condom and toss it into the bin.

“When did you get that?” She asked surprised that she hadn’t even noticed it earlier.

“While you were sleeping.” He said. “A man can be hopeful can’t he? I wanted to be prepared in case I got lucky.” He joked.

Natasha smiled, but it was a strained smile. Obviously he was being very careful to make sure there were no more accidents which could lead to possible unwanted pregnancies, well unwanted by him at least.

He reached under the pillow, pulling out another condom, tore it free from its wrapper and rolled it onto his hard length. He lifted Natasha and lowered her back onto his shaft, thrusting up until he was buried as deep as he could go.

Eric pushed up onto his elbows and covered her lips with his, deepening the kiss until her lips parted and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She touched her tongue to his, and caressed him, curling her tongue around his and with a deep groan, he dropped back onto the bed, his hands coming up to cup the back of her head, tangling in her hair and pulling her down to him, never breaking the kiss.