Natasha's Awakening (6 page)

“So why did you give me your virginity?” He asked suddenly and Natasha almost choked on her mouthful of food. “How did you get to 25 years of age and manage to stay a virgin?” He continued on before she had answered his first question.

“I.. I hadn’t met anyone I wanted to sleep with before.” She finally answered him, blushing as his eyes heated up at her response. “I couldn’t just go to bed with someone to simply rid myself of my virginity.” She continued. Eric gazed thoughtfully at her for a moment longer.

“Well, I’m thankful that you chose me. A little surprised, but I hope that I was able to make your first time special for you.” He finally said, reaching out to take one of her hands in his. “So what was it about me that made you decide I was the one?” Eric continued to question her.

Natasha blushed, silently groaning. He wasn’t going to give this a rest, obviously. “I liked you.” She finally said to him in a soft voice. “I’ve always respected you but I didn’t know that you wanted me too. You never gave any indication of that.” She told him. 

“You’re just so beautiful, so responsive, so sexy.” He continued, dropping a kiss on her wrist. “You’ve driven me crazy watching you in the office sometimes and it’s taken all my self control not to throw you over the desk and make love to you.” His grin was rueful.

Natasha blushed at his words then shivered at the touch of his lips to her delicate skin. Eric noticed her response, and she heard the hitch in his breathing. “Have you finished eating?” he asked her. Natasha nodded, pushing her plate back and swallowing the last drop of her orange juice.

Eric rose smoothly from his chair and walked around the table to her side. He put out his hand to Natasha and she placed hers in his. He pulled on her gently and she rose from her seat to stand before him. She felt her heart rate start to pick up and he hadn’t even done anything yet, besides hold her hand. “How about that shower?” he asked her, watching her face. Natasha felt her cheeks warm under his close scrutiny.

“Ok.” She said and he smiled at her in that sexy slow smile that made her heart skip a beat.

“Come with me then.” And Eric turned, not letting go of her hand, pulling her along with him, heading back to the bedroom and into the bathroom.

                                                                              Chapter 3.

Once they were standing before one another, Natasha felt a moment’s shyness. Eric cupped her face between his large hands, bending to touch his lips briefly to hers, pulling away before she even had a chance to respond. He reached for the sash at her waist that held her bathrobe closed, slowly undoing the knot. Once it was freed, the robe fell open, revealing part of her body to Eric’s gaze. He raised his hands to the neck of her robe, pushing it off her shoulders and it slid down her body, pooling at her feet leaving her standing before him completely naked.

Eric stood for a moment, simply looking at her and Natasha fought the urge not to try and shield her body from his eyes. He breathed in harshly and she shyly raised her eyes to his face. His eyes had darkened, making their blue even more intense looking and he swallowed noisily. Natasha ran her tongue nervously over her lips, and Eric’s eyes followed its progress, his look becoming even more intense.

“God you’re so beautiful.” He said, bending forward to kiss her lightly on the lips again.

Without touching her anywhere else, his lips caressed hers, his teeth nibbling their way along her bottom lip, before following with his tongue as if to soothe any damage his teeth may have done. Natasha’s lips parted and Eric groaned, before sliding his tongue into her mouth. Her arms rose to wrap around his neck, but he grabbed them pulling them down then stepped back from her.

“No baby.” Was all he said.

Natasha looked at him, confusion written on her face at Eric’s rejection. “Oh god Natasha, don’t look at me like that.” He groaned. “I want you baby, believe me, but not here, we’re here to have a shower, remember?”

Reluctantly he turned away from her, opening the double glass doors on the huge shower, flipping the taps to turn the water on to the two shower heads, one on each side of the shower that was almost the size of a small room.

“Come here baby.” He beckoned to Natasha, and she moved towards him. Eric dropped his towel, stepping into the shower, pulling her under the twin sprays. When he turned to her, Natasha could see his erection jutting out. Eric saw her eyes on the evidence of his arousal and his penis jerked in response. He tightened his grip on her hand pulling her against him so they were both under the warm spray and held her as the soothing water cascaded down on them.

Natasha sighed when her body came in contact with the hard length of Eric’s erection pressing against her belly. Gently she rotated her hips, rubbing herself against him. “Stop it Natasha.” Eric’s voice warned her. He stepped back, putting some space between them.

“We’re here to have a shower.” He reminded her when he saw the disappointment on her face. “Insatiable aren’t you? I think I’ve created a monster.” He teased bending down to drop a quick kiss on her lips before picking up the soap and a wash cloth, lathering it up.

He started to wash Natasha’s face then moved down over her neck, her shoulders, before spending some time smoothing the wash cloth over her breasts, giving her nipples special attention. Under his gentle caress, they hardened under his careful administrations.

Natasha sighed and kept still, the warm water running down her body as Eric bathed her. He continued on his path down her body, smoothing the wash cloth over her stomach then lower, brushing his way through her narrow strip of curls before reaching between her legs.

Natasha spread her legs to make it easier for Eric and he gently swept the wash cloth backwards and forwards between them, lightly brushing her clitoris with each stroke.

Natasha’s breathing got a little faster, but Eric suddenly moved on with the wash cloth, running it down one of her thighs. He dropped to his knees in front of her, carefully massaging the wash cloth over her knees, down her legs to her ankles.

“Lift your foot.” Eric said and Natasha obediently lifted it, supporting herself on Eric’s shoulder. He carefully washed her foot, even cleaning between each toe. It was surprisingly erotic having him wash her the way he was, spending so much time on every inch of her skin.

Once he’d finished on one foot, he got Natasha to swap and he started slowly moving his way back up her body. Natasha couldn’t believe how much it was turning her on, just having Eric bathe her. As he got to her knee, he suddenly bent forward, sliding his tongue between her thighs, parting her lips and flicking his tongue over her clitoris. He flicked it and sucked on it until Natasha’s legs started shaking.

Eric stopped, glancing up at her, the water plastering his hair against his head, running down his face, then streaming over his magnificent muscled chest. He stopped what he was doing with his tongue and continued to bathe her, working his way back up her stomach and breasts and Natasha thought she was going to scream from frustration.

Eric’s constant teasing of her pleasure points, which seemed to be most of her body, was driving her crazy. She really didn’t know how much longer she was going to be able to take it for. She badly wanted to touch him, but the look of concentration on Eric’s face was so adorable, she was determined to keep still and let him continue with his slow, seductive washing of her body, even if it killed her.

He pulled himself to his feet again, turning Natasha until her back was against him and gently soaped over her shoulders, down her back, caressing the curve of her lower back before using the wash cloth gently between her buttocks.

Natasha’s skin felt so sensitive by the time Eric had finished bathing her. She leaned back against him, but he didn’t allow her the enjoyment of being close to him, instead spinning her around, so she was facing him again. He held the wash cloth out to her.

“My turn now.” He said and Natasha swallowed nervously. She’d never bathed anyone else in her life before and definitely not a man and certainly not one like Eric. 

Taking the wash cloth from his fingers, Natasha lathered it up with the soap, then tentatively touched the cloth to Eric’s cheek, gently washing his face, using her other hand to push his wet hair back of his forehead. She then washed down his neck, across his shoulders, before moving slowly over his chest, circling his nipples, watching as they hardened.

She followed the wash cloth with her other hand, pretending to wash the soap off him, but really it was just so she could touch him and run her hand over his muscled chest. As she bathed him, those muscles twitched and flexed beneath her fingers.

Natasha kept going on her downward journey with the wash cloth, over Eric’s hard, clearly defined abs, feeling them quiver under her touch, then continuing on until she reached the thicker hair that surrounded his penis.

Gently, she soaped the length of him, being careful to keep the bubbles away from the tip of his penis. With her other hand, she circled him, sliding her fingers up his hard shaft, then back down again and Eric inhaled sharply at her touch.

Natasha looked up at his face, to see him watching her, desire burning in the depths of those deep blue eyes. As she gazed up at him, she continued to run her fingers up and down the length of him, not breaking eye contact with his heated gaze. Natasha dropped to her knees before him and watched as Eric’s eyes widened at the sight of her kneeling before him.

She had a moment of panic about whether she could do what she intended doing. She’d never done this before and when the sheer size of his engorged penis bobbed in front of her face, she wondered if she’d even be able to take him into her mouth without choking. Eric really was huge, but then she didn’t exactly have much to compare him with, but Natasha was confident that Eric was big.

Bending forward, she parted her lips, taking him into her mouth. Eric gasped, his fingers tangling in her wet hair. Natasha wrapped her fingers around the base of him, then slowly moved her lips further down the length of him, taking more of him deeper into her mouth. She rolled her tongue around the head of his penis, flicking her tongue over it, listening as Eric groaned in response and his fingers dug deeper into her hair. His skin was velvety soft over steel and Natasha licked and sucked on him, drawing him deeper into her mouth, relaxing her throat so she could take him even deeper still. As she worked him in and out of her mouth, she could hear Eric’s breathing becoming harsher, louder, his hands restlessly tugging on her hair.

Natasha reached around and cupped his tight buttocks, not slowing down the pace as she sucked and licked her way along the length of Eric’s penis. She swirled her tongue around the head, tasting the slight salty flavour, licking her way up the underside of his shaft, before sucking hard on the silky tip.

Eric’s hands started tugging at her hair, his breathing sounding tortured and she could feel the slight tremor quivering through his body. With a groan he thrust forward, pushing himself deeper into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat. Secretly Natasha was thrilled, even with her limited experience, actually her total lack of experience she could tell Eric was enjoying what she was doing.

Harder, faster and deeper she took him into her mouth, relaxing her throat, tightening her lips around him, her teeth very lightly grazing his hard length. Eric groaned loudly, his hips moving restlessly as Natasha sucked on him, the suction of her mouth taking him closer to his release.

“Natasha. . .baby.” He gasped. “Stop, please, I’m.. I’m going to come.” He panted. “You don’t want that…..I don’t expect you to do that. I don’t have to come in your mouth.” He tugged on her hair but Natasha pulled away from him, raising her eyes to his face. His expression was pained and a muscle ticked in his jaw as he fought to hold off his climax. Her lips closed around him again and she resumed the steady sucking on his penis despite Eric’s protests.

“No baby, damn, you don’t have to do this. Fuck but your mouth, what you can do with that sexy mouth. I’m warning you baby, I can’t hold on much longer.” Eric growled, tugging on her hair again, trying to pull her to her feet. Natasha ignored him and instead, increased her pace, licking and sucking on him like he was her favourite ice cream.

She drew him deep into her throat, and Eric groaned again. “God Natasha.” He yelled. She sucked hard on his penis, flicking her tongue over the tip, back and forth then traced her way up the underside of his rock hard length before taking him deep within her mouth again. Eric was shaking uncontrollably, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deeper into her mouth so he was hitting the back of her throat.

Natasha tightened her lips more, grazing her teeth over him, and suddenly Eric shouted out. “Fuck, Natasha,” he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Natasha felt the surge through his penis, just before he started spilling into her mouth, the warm liquid spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed his seed as he continued to pump into her and when it finally stopped, she sucked him, drawing the last drops from him before releasing him from her mouth.

Eric’s hips twitched when Natasha ran her fingers lightly down his shaft and he bent down, grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet. She gazed into his eyes, her mind still reeling from what she’d just done to him. His hands cupped her cheeks.

“God sweetheart, you’re amazing.” He smiled at her, his breathing still heavy. “Where did you learn to do that?” He asked her.

Natasha blushed. “I’ve never done that before.” She said a little shyly.

“What?” he exclaimed. “You’re kidding.” He stared at her in shock. “Baby, you’re a natural.”

Natasha felt the blush spread over her cheeks. “So you liked it?” She asked him.

Eric pulled her into his arms. “Do you even have to ask?” He dropped his head to kiss her.

Eric pulled back from her, enough so he could see her face. “Now it’s your turn.” He said.

“Oh no Eric.” She said, stepping away. “I think I’m clean now so please can we get out of the shower?” She held her fingers up to him. “I’m starting to look like a prune.”