Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

  With one final stroke up the length of him she removed her hand and Eric’s eyes shot open, turning to her in confusion and frustration. Natasha smiled at him then dropped her head into his lap, her mouth opening wide and she closed her lips around Eric’s straining erection.

  He let out a muffled groan and his hips bucked up, pushing himself deeper into her mouth. Natasha curved her lips over her teeth and started to move up and down his length, flicking her tongue over the head of his penis, licking up the pre seminal that was weeping from the end before taking him even deeper. She cupped his balls in one hand, squeezing them gently, as she sucked and rolled her tongue over Eric’s shaft.

  He thrust harder into her mouth and Natasha relaxed her throat so she could take him deeper. Eric’s breathing was loud in their little curtained oasis, his body trembling hard and she was sure she could hear his frantic heartbeat where her ear pressed up against his shirt. Eric’s hand grabbed her shoulder, his fingers tensing, gripping her hard, he thrust again, pushing himself so far into her mouth he touched the back of her throat for a moment.

  Just as Natasha heard his muffled cry around the hand he’d fisted in his mouth, he gave one more wild thrust and she felt him swell even bigger and harder just before he began to pump his warm seed into her mouth. She swallowed, her tongue flicking over his length, lapping at him, licking and sucking on his penis like it was an all day sucker until she’d taken every drop from him into her mouth.

  Once he collapsed back against the seat, tremors still racking his body, his breathing heavy, Natasha dropped a final kiss to the head of Eric’s penis and then sat up. She looked over at him and watched as his eyes slowly opened. He turned to her and that slow sexy smile lit up his face.

  “Damn woman.” He whispered. “How do you do that to me? You rob me of all self control. I’ve never been so fucking turned on before that I’ve wanted a woman to get me off in a public place.” He told her.

  Natasha smiled, bending forward to touch her lips to Eric’s. His lips parted deepening the kiss and she leaned into him, opening her mouth, her tongue sliding over his teeth curling around his.

  Eric pulled back, raising his hand to cup Natasha’s cheek. “I can taste myself on you.” He said.

  Natasha grinned at him. “So do you like yourself?” she asked him.

  Eric frowned, “I’m not too sure about that one sweetheart.” He grimaced and Natasha laughed.

  She turned away from him to pick up her wine glass and took a sip. Eric watched her, his gaze fixed on her. “How about we get out of here now.” He said.

  Natasha nodded, “Yes please Eric, let’s go.”

  He zipped up his trousers and rearranged his clothes again, managing to look like nothing had happened.

  Eric stood up stepping aside to let Natasha out of the booth styled seating. Once she stood alongside of him, he took her hand possessively before parting the curtains so they could both step through and into the main part of the restaurant. He dropped her hand for a moment to hook the curtains back open again then reached out to Natasha, who slipped hers into his strong, warm grip.

  She glanced up at his profile as they walked out of the restaurant and she was pleased to see him looking relaxed. Obviously giving him a blow job had improved his mood. Eric glanced sideways at her, his smile widening and he squeezed her fingers.

  They left the restaurant, walking across the vast foyer of the hotel, heading for the bank of elevators. As they passed the hotel’s function room Natasha could hear the sound of music coming from within and there was a board out the front advertising the artist who was performing.

  As they got closer Natasha suddenly stopped dead and Eric was forced back to where she stood since their hands were still joined.

  “What is it baby?” He asked.

  “Oh Eric please, can we go inside?” she asked excitedly. “Look who it is.”

  Eric’s eyes dropped to the board, reading the artist’s name. “He’s a Neil Diamond impersonator Natasha. I didn’t know you liked Neil Diamond.”

  “I know it’s just an impersonator Eric, but I love Neil Diamond’s music. Maybe he won’t be that good but I want to go in and listen, just for a little while.” She looked up at him, her face alight with excitement.

  Eric laughed softly at Natasha’s enthusiasm, “Ok, come on,” he pulled on her hand and they walked through the doors leading into the function room. The room was huge, the lighting dim except for the lights that shone down on the man singing up on stage. There was a large dance floor in front of the stage, and there were several couples dancing to the music, while others sat at the tables around the room watching the performance.

  Natasha took the lead, searching for a table close to the dance floor and finally found one not too far back from the stage. While she made herself comfortable in one of the chairs, Eric left for the bar to get them something to drink. Natasha started moving in time to the music, loving the songs. Ok, he might not be the real Neil Diamond, but he was pretty good. She tapped along to Sweet Caroline, before Eric appeared at their table, drinks in hand. He sat down by her side, placing her Bacardi and coke in front of her.

  While they sat and listened, they sipped on their drinks. Eric’s hand dropped down between them, finding Natasha’s hand and tucking it into his warm grasp. He rested their entwined hands on his thigh as he settled back to watch the performance. Natasha continued to sip her drink, feeling the effects of it slowly spreading throughout her body, making her feel less shy. She twisted hers and Eric’s hands until she could reach his thigh with the back of her hand and slid it up towards his groin.

  Eric tightened his grip on her hand, “Oh no you don’t.” He warned her, his lips against her ear so she could hear him over the music. Natasha stuck her tongue out at him in response, and Eric laughed.

  “You’re no fun.” Natasha pouted at him.

  Eric bent to her and kissed her hard on the lips, “I think you’ve had enough fun for tonight sweetheart or at least while we’re in public.”

  “Not quite Mr Rothman.” She warned him, “I want to dance.”

  Eric groaned, “Seriously?” he asked.

  “Yes Eric, just one dance, but I want to dance.” Natasha told him. “Come on.” She stood up, tugging on Eric’s hand. “Come on Eric, please,” she tugged on his hand hard, just as the Neil Diamond impersonator started to sing ‘Solitary Man.’

  They found a place on the dance floor and Eric pulled Natasha into his arms, since the song was one that was slow enough for them to dance close. Of course Eric was a fantastic dancer despite his protests about being on the dance floor in the first place. He held her close, his body brushing hers, his thighs against hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck, resting her cheek against his chest, breathing deeply of his scent, a mix of aftershave and just that heady scent that was Eric.

  Eric moved Natasha around the dance floor, their hips touching, their bodies so close there was no gap between them. Their thighs brushed against one another and he pressed a hand into the small of her back, curving her so they were locked even closer together.

  They continued to move slowly, their bodies moving in time to the music. Being so close to Eric was starting to affect Natasha, she could feel every masculine inch of him so close to her sex, and it was starting to make her long for the barrier of their clothing to be gone. She bowed her back, briefly grinding her pelvis against him, curling one leg around his as she leaned back.

  To his credit, Eric didn’t miss a beat, dipping her back for a moment, then pulling her upright and cupping her buttocks for just seconds to grind her against him, where Natasha could feel the beginning of his arousal.

  Eric bent to brush his lips against hers and they moved around the dance floor so close, they were like an extension of one another. Natasha wondered how she was ever going to be able to let him go. For someone who had entered this relationship a virgin, she could barely keep her hands off Eric now. How was she supposed to give that up and possibly go
back to being nothing more than his employee?

  The song ended and Natasha stepped back, reluctantly from Eric. “We can go now, if you’ve had enough.” She told him.

  “I have.” He said, taking her hand. “I have other plans for you Ms Barrington and they don’t involve standing on a crowded dance floor I can tell you.”

  He pulled her off the dance floor and they negotiated their way back through the tables until they got to the entry to the function room. Natasha glanced back one last time at the man on stage, just as he began to sing Song Sung Blue. Eric pulled her out of the room and back to the foyer where he headed off at a brisk pace towards the bank of elevators forcing Natasha to pick up the pace to keep up with him.

  “Eric,” she jerked on his hand and he stopped to stare down at her. “Slow down please, where’s the fire? This dress doesn’t allow for me having to run in it.” She joked.

  “Sorry baby. “ He said, slowing down so Natasha didn’t have to run after him in her high heels. They reached the elevators and Eric stabbed at the button impatiently. Fortunately they didn’t have to wait long before the doors to one opened almost silently in front of them. Eric pulled Natasha forward and into the elevator, before hitting the button for the penthouse floor.

  Chapter 5.

  Once the doors closed Eric wrapped an arm around Natasha tucking her in close against him. She immediately turned so she was side on to him, wrapping her arms around his waist underneath the jacket of his suit. Unable to help herself she lowered one hand down over his stomach, over the front of his pants, cupping his manhood through the material. Eric gasped, his hand dropping to cover hers.

  “Damn Natasha, you’re insatiable. I think I’ve created a monster.” He joked. “I’m starting to feel like a piece of meat baby. Do you only want me for my body? Can’t we get to know one another first? Don’t you want to explore my mind before you take my body?” and Natasha burst out laughing at Eric’s tone. He’d managed to come up with all the lines women often said to men and she had no doubt some of the women in his life had used those lines on him.

  Despite his protests and his attempt to stop her, Natasha continued to caress him through his pants, feeling him growing hard beneath her hand. She reached up, touching her lips to his and Eric suddenly grabbed her, crushing her against him, his lips forcing hers apart, his tongue plunging into her mouth, kissing her forcefully as he ground his hips against hers, the hard bulge of his erection pressed up against her. Natasha responded with just as much hunger. Eric was right, she was insatiable and she was beginning to come to the conclusion that she’d never get enough of him. Just his touch, his lips, the brush of his body against hers, that sexy smile and she was lost.

  Suddenly the elevator doors opened and Eric pulled away, grabbing Natasha’s hand and dragging her over to the door to their suite. He fumbled with the card to open it but once it was open he hauled her inside closing the door behind them. He tugged on her arms and she fell against him. He turned her, pushing her up against the wall and his mouth closed over hers again, one hand coming up to cup her cheek as he held her still while his lips ravaged hers.

  Natasha could feel his erection against her stomach and she moved her hips, rubbing up against him. Eric groaned, answering her movements by thrusting against her. He ran a hand down from her cheek to her shoulder, then lower, cupping her breast, caressing her nipple through her dress. He continued on down over her hip to her thighs, roughly pulling her dress apart, so he could slip his hand inside the split of her gown. He pushed her lacy thong aside, before sliding two fingers inside her.

  Eric groaned again when he felt how wet she was. He thrust his fingers as deep into her as he could before using the juices from her entrance to circle her clitoris until it started to swell under his touch. Natasha gasped, her hands coming out to grab his arms for support but Eric pulled back and she whimpered when he removed his fingers from her sensitive nub. He grabbed her shoulders breathing hard, his forehead resting on hers as he fought for control.

  “God I want you. Dammit, I always want you. I can’t get enough. You got me off in the restaurant, it wasn’t that long ago and yet, I’m desperate for you again.” He groaned, “But not here, not like this. Come on baby, come to bed, I want to do this properly, not some hard and fast fuck against the wall.” Eric took her hand, leading her into the bedroom.

  “I’ll be right back.” He told her, leaving the bedroom. “Take your hair down.” He called from the kitchen. Natasha reached up and pulled her hair free of its clip, shaking her head gently from side to side as her long mane of hair fell free, tumbling down around her shoulders. She walked into the bathroom to use the toilet while Eric was still doing whatever it was that he was doing in the kitchen. She brushed out her hair, checking her appearance in the mirror. Her cheeks were a little flushed, but otherwise, she looked ok. She unzipped her dress, catching it before it pooled around her feet but she left her heels on and slipped into one of the thick robes hanging on the back of the door. Once she was ready, she left the bathroom and waited in the bedroom for Eric to come back.

  Natasha noticed the bed was made again, so housekeeping must have come while they were downstairs eating. She walked over to the stereo, flipping the switch and soft music filled the room, she then dimmed the lights and sat down on one of the lounge chairs in the room, while she waited for Eric. Curiosity as to what he was doing started to gnaw at her, but she restrained herself and sat back in her chair to wait.

  Eric walked back into the bedroom balancing a tray in his arms. He placed it down carefully on the bedside table and unable to contain herself, Natasha got up to have a closer look. There was a hand towel draped over whatever was underneath and she went to lift it to take a peek but Eric grabbed her hand to stop her.

  “Oh no you don’t.” He said. “All in good time Natasha.”

  He started undressing until he was down to just his boxer briefs and took the time to hang his suit up. Once he was done he headed for the bathroom telling her he’d be back in a minute.

  “Don’t you touch that tray.” He warned her, just before he disappeared inside, closing the door behind him.

  Natasha looked at the closed door, then the tray and she so desperately wanted to go and see what was under the towel. Just as she was debating whether to sneak a look, the bathroom door opened and Eric walked out, dressed in one of the hotel robes like herself.

  He bent his head, kissing her softly on the lips then trailed them down her neck to gently bite where he’d marked her earlier. Natasha sighed, leaning into Eric, but he held her back.

  “Did you look?” he asked her.

  “No Eric. I didn’t,” she said. “I wanted to but I was a good girl,” she smiled at him.

  “Good because it’s a surprise.” He told her.

  “Speaking of surprises, I have one for you Eric, I hope you like it.”

  “I don’t like surprises Natasha. You should know that by now.” Eric warned her.

  “Oh, I think you’ll like my surprise. Sit down on the chair, so I can show you.” She pushed him towards one of the chairs and Eric reluctantly sank down on the seat behind him. Natasha walked over to the stereo, turning the music up a bit more and stood back in front of Eric.

  Closing her eyes, she began to move to the music, her hips swaying and rotating seductively. She pushed her hands up through her hair before allowing it to cascade back over her shoulders. Rotating, swaying, she was hoping she looked sexy with her movements.

  She dropped her hands to the belt of her robe. Untying it, she twirled it in one hand, while holding the robe closed with her other hand. Natasha turned from Eric, dancing away. She slipped the robe off one shoulder, glanced back at Eric, before pulling the robe back on again. She then repeated the performance with the other shoulder and looked back at him. He was watching her closely, his eyes fixed on her every move.

  Natasha slipped the robe off her shoulder again, but then she let it go and it slid to the floor leaving her the
re in her lacy bra, thong, stockings and suspenders. Eric had full view of her from the back in her lacy lingerie and suspenders. She continued to dance, swaying and rotating her hips, glancing back over one shoulder to see what Eric was doing. He was glued to her, his eyes following her as she danced. Natasha bent forward so her head was down around her knees, legs spread and again she glanced at Eric, watching him from her upside down position between her thighs.

  She knew what Eric would be seeing. The thong wasn’t going to hide much from his gaze that’s for sure. Natasha pushed her buttocks up, swinging them gently from side to side, tossing her head so her hair whipped back and forth. She straightened up and pivoted until she was facing Eric before swaying and dancing back to him. She smiled at him, gripping the arms of his chair and bent forward until her hair swung, brushing against his chest.

  Eric’s hand came up wrapping some of her auburn strands around his fingers and tugged on them until he brought her face down to him and his lips covered hers. He kissed her hard, forcing her lips apart, so he could thrust his tongue into her mouth. Natasha kissed him back just as hungrily, her tongue dueling with his. They nipped and nibbled at each other’s lips. Their tongues exploring each other’s mouths until finally Natasha pulled back, gasping for air, her skin flushed with excitement.

  Eric looked at her, desire burning in his eyes, “God you are so sexy.” He said, “Come, I want to make love to you.”

  He stood up, taking her hand and lead her over to the bed. He took the towel that was covering his tray of surprises off and spread it out on the bed. Finally Natasha could see what he’d been hiding. On the tray was a bottle of champagne and two glasses, a bowl of strawberries and a can of whipped cream.