Natasha's Awakening (30 page)

The lasagne was delicious and Natasha looked forward to meeting the famous Maggie who had produced this mouth watering meal for them. They ate their meal in silence both too wrapped up in enjoying their food to bother with any form of conversation. It was a comfortable silence though and once they’d finished Natasha took their plates to the sink, rinsed them and stacked them in the dishwasher.

Eric was sitting back on the lounge when she walked back into the living room carrying her drink. She sat down beside him and sipped at her drink while she stared at the flames leaping in the fireplace. Eric downed the last of his drink and stood, going over to throw a few more logs on the fire. Natasha watched his muscles bunch and flex under the dim light of the living room and her mouth watered at the sheer beauty of his masculinity. Once he’d finished he lay down on the lounge resting his head on Natasha’s lap and she slipped her fingers into his thick hair, combing them through the silky strands.

“How old are you Eric?” She asked, that question suddenly popping into her mind and he turned his head to look up at her from his position on her lap.

“Why baby? Are you suddenly worried you might be taking advantage of a minor?” He joked. Natasha yanked on his hair and he winced. “Careful of the hair sweetheart, my scalp hurts. Someone was pulling on it that hard earlier I’m surprised there’s any left.” He said, giving her that trademark smirk of his.

Natasha couldn’t stop yet another blush from colouring her cheeks but she tried to cover her embarrassment by smacking him on the arm. “You are a violent woman,” Eric complained but there was amusement in his gaze.

“Eric.” She protested. “Just answer the damned question, will you.”

Eric made a show of slapping his hand over his heart. “I’m wounded.” He said. “My personal assistant and you couldn’t even be bothered googling me, your favourite employer.” He threw a hand over his eyes. Natasha rolled her eyes, he could be so adorable when he was in one of these moods. “Now if you’d taken the time to google me, you would already know that I’m 31 years old.” He peered out from under his hand to tell her.

The truth was she had googled him before but her interest had been in seeing which woman his name was linked with at the time, not looking for his date of birth.

Natasha groaned at his exaggerated performance. Eric lifted his hand to look at her. “Now I on the other hand did take the time to get to know my staff, I read all their files, their qualifications and most importantly, their dates of birth so I already know that you’re 25 and that your birthday is the second of November.” Eric told her, his expression smug and she rolled her eyes at him again although a part of her was secretly happy that he’d not only noted, but had remembered when her birthday was.

“You are such an idiot.” She told him and he pretended to look offended again.

“Now you’re insulting your boss? I am still your boss you know.” He said and Natasha laughed.

“You’re not my boss while we’re away. I’ve had other employers and I never went away with them or had sex with any of them.” She pointed out.

Eric’s gaze heated slightly. “Oh I know baby, I know. You were a virgin, I haven’t forgotten that. I’m never going to forget that.” And he took her hand, raising it to his lips. Their eyes locked as he kissed the palm of her hand. His tongue came out, tracing the lines on her palm and Natasha shivered when she felt that familiar pull deep inside her. He lowered her hand until it rested on his chest, his eyes moving over her face as though he was trying to memorize every feature for future reference. His skin was quite warm under her hand and she spread her fingers over his muscles, her finger absently circling one of his nipples. She drew a line from his collar bone, over his chest, her finger finding the trail of hair that ran down his defined abdominal muscles before it disappeared beneath the waistband of his jeans. When she reached the barrier of his jeans, she traced the edge of the denim, back and forth before trailing her fingers back up his chest, running them through the scattering of hair before resuming the lazy circling of his nipples.

Natasha had become lost in what she was doing, using Eric like a canvas, tracing the lines of his abdominal muscles, drawing circles around his nipples and even using him to make a smiley face on. She suddenly became aware that his breathing sounded heavier and her eyes shifted to his face. He was watching her as she drew on him and her heart fluttered behind her breast when she saw the heat in his eyes.

“Having fun baby?” He asked his voice sounding strained and Natasha suddenly realised what she’d been doing. While she had been innocently using him to draw on, idly doodling on him almost, apparently the effects of her touching him were being perceived as anything but innocent by Eric. When she placed her hand over his heart she could feel it beating rapidly.

She stole a look at Eric’s crutch and could see that he was hard beneath his jeans. She ran her hand down his chest and stomach again, feeling him tense under her fingers. Carefully she released the button on his jeans and slowly lowered his zip. Reaching inside she pulled his erection free. She sat for a moment just looking at it and Natasha watched as it bobbed in response when she slowly circled her lips with her tongue.

Eric’s hands came up to cup her cheeks and he went to pull her down for a kiss, but Natasha pulled away. “No Eric.” She told him and he frowned.

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked, then she saw his face change. “Oh hell Natasha, this isn’t going to be payback is it?” His eyes searched hers for a hint of what was going on in her head.

Natasha simply smiled at him and Eric’s eyes closed as he groaned. “Oh fuck!” Was all he said.

“Pull your jeans down a bit.” Watching as he lifted himself off the lounge and slid the denim down over his hips to his thighs. “Now put your hands by your side and don’t move them unless I tell you to.” She told him and reluctantly Eric dropped his arms onto the lounge on either side of him.

Once he was lying quietly, she put her hand out and began to trail her fingers over his shoulders, down the middle of his chest, over his stomach which quivered under her touch and down until she reached the hair that surrounded his jutting penis. Eric’s hard shaft twitched at her gentle touch and his hips shifted, tilting up a little.

“Keep still.” Natasha ordered pressing her hand against his stomach to keep him from moving.

She went back to the slow movements of her fingers over his body, trailing them from one hip to his other hip, sweeping around his straining erection so she didn’t touch him where she knew he wanted her touch. Natasha took a quick look at his face and could see the frustration in his eyes, but he stayed silent.

She shifted her hand, running one finger down the length of Eric’s erection and it jerked in response. Slowly she trailed her finger back up again, circling the head. Natasha continued with her torment, moving up and down the length of him and she could feel fine tremors running through his body, but still he kept his hands by his side and made no noise other than his heavy breathing.

Finally she curled her hand around his penis and she tried not to smile when she heard the soft groan that squeezed past Eric’s lips. Slowly she worked her hand up and down his engorged penis. He was so hard like velvet over steel and she studied his penis as she slid her hand up his shaft, brushing her thumb over the head then back down again. The veins were standing out along the length of him, the head red and swollen. As she watched, a drop of fluid beaded at the head and Natasha’s eyes moved to Eric’s face. His eyes were closed, his teeth gritted and he looked like he was in pain.

Natasha started to move her hand up and down his swollen penis faster and faster. She kept her eyes on his face, watching as he ground his teeth together, his head pressed hard against her lap, the veins in his neck popping out as he fought for control. His breathing was rasping, his body shaking and she could see a fine film of perspiration coating his skin.

“Oh fuck Natasha.” Eric moaned and he started to shake violently, his breathing harsh, tortured sounding. She felt his penis grow even harder and just when she felt he was about to come, she removed her hand from him.

Eric bucked thrusting his hips up and a long frustrated groan burst from his lips. “Fuck you Natasha, fuck, fuck, god dammit.” He continued with his string of obscenities as his release was denied him. His teeth came together with a crunch and she wondered briefly if he might have cracked them. Watching his face, seeing his tormented expression at his denied release Natasha mentally chalked up a score for herself.

She bent down to him, her hair tumbling around his face, spreading out on his chest. “But Eric, just think how good it’s going to be? It will be the most pleasurable experience of your life.” She taunted him. Eric ground his teeth in frustration. “Fuck you Natasha.” He snapped.

Watching the play of emotions over Eric’s face almost made Natasha burst out laughing. There was the ever present arousal but now he was not only frustrated, he looked seriously annoyed. When his breathing finally settled a little, she resumed her toying with him, running her finger up and down his erection and finally grasping him and working him up and down through her hand until she had brought him back up to where he was just about to explode.

It was almost like Eric tried to sneak his release past her this time. He didn’t grind his teeth or groan, he was completely silent but when she saw his fingers curl into the lounge she released him again and watched as he bucked wildly. He raised one hand to wrap around his penis, desperate to find his release, even if that meant finishing himself off, but she slapped his hand, before he could curl his fingers around his erection. “No Eric.” Her tone was hard.

Natasha couldn’t help be a bit surprised with herself through all of this, how easy it was to be the one in control and just how much she was enjoying this. Far more than Eric was if his facial expression was any indication. The only question in her mind now, was how many times she worked him up without letting him come.

Again she began to run her fingers over him, tracing a path from his chest, down over his stomach until she reached his penis that was straining and heavily engorged. She curled her fingers around him and Eric flinched. Natasha couldn’t control the hint of a smile that curved her lips and he growled at her barely contained amusement. “Glad you’re finding this so fucking funny.” He complained and Natasha laughed.

“Oh what’s wrong baby?” She smirked, mimicking Eric. “If you want me to stop, you only have to say so.” She crooned at him and he snorted.

Slowly she began to build up Eric towards his release. She moved her hand up and down his penis, brushing her thumb over the head and doing long sweeps down his shaft to the base, cupping his balls and then sliding her hand back up again.

It didn’t take long and he began to pant, he was sweating quite heavily, his hair sticking to his forehead and Natasha suddenly saw just how much her torment was affecting him, but then she knew how he would be feeling, he’d done it to her after all.

Eric started to moan and Natasha increased her speed, moving up and down his erection harder and faster. Her arm was starting to ache but still she worked him, tightening her grip on him and he bucked up into her hand. This time she didn’t tell him to keep still and as she worked the length of him, he thrust into her hand. His eyes were open but glazed over, all his focus was on what Natasha was doing to him.

Suddenly he tensed, a loud groan escaped him, so tortured sounding, she thought he was in pain. “Oh FUCK! FUCK! I’m gonna come, don’t stop me, please don’t stop me.” Natasha’s eyes flew to his face when his voice cracked.

With one, two more thrusts into her hand Eric’s release ripped through him. Natasha watched as he came, pumping over and over again onto his chest, his penis jerking with every spurt. Finally he collapsed, his breathing ragged like he’d just run a marathon, sweat trickling down his face and his body shook so violently it vibrated through her.

Watching him find his release had almost had her squirming in her seat. She could feel the dampness between her legs and her nipples strained against Eric’s sweater she was wearing. Natasha struggled to control her arousal. Eric wasn’t exactly up to anything right now and all she wanted was to climb on him and ride him hard.

Instead, she went back to running her hands through his damp hair, caressing him, soothing him as he gradually came down from his climax. She brushed his hair back from his forehead, watching the silky strands fall through her fingers.

“Fuck baby that was intense.” He gasped, as he still struggled to get his ragged breathing under control. “I’m going to need something to clean up. Can you get me something?”

“Let me up Eric.” She said and he lifted his head enough for her to slide out from under him. She turned to look down at him as he lay there, the evidence of his release splashed across his chest and stomach. Unable to control her impulse, she carefully climbed onto him, straddling his thighs. Eric looked at her, his expression showing his surprise and a flash of wariness in his eyes as to what she might be going to subject him to now, but Natasha simply reached up and tucked her hair back with one hand before bending down, running her tongue across his chest, lapping up the splatters of his seed from his skin.

She heard him groan and his hands came up to tangle in her hair, holding it back for her as she licked him clean. Once she was done, she sucked first one nipple into her mouth until it formed a hard little peak, then turned her attention to the other one.

Natasha could feel him getting hard again and she sat up surprised to see that he could be becoming aroused again so quickly. She felt another rush of moisture between her thighs in response. She circled his hardening penis, running her hand up the length of him and watched as he instantly became rock hard for her again. “Fuck baby. How do you do this to me?” He groaned. “You really are going to kill me baby, but fuck it, what a way to go.” He said huskily.

He raised his hands to slide them under his sweater she wore and cupped her bare breasts, groaning when he found her nipples were hard pebbles. He moved his hands down to her thighs as she straddled him, trailing them up under the hem of his sweater until he reached the apex of her thighs. He slipped a finger past her thong and groaned again when he found her already so wet. “Oh god baby.” He groaned again. “Fuck it, I don’t know how, but I want you again.”