When he got out of the shower, he shaved, brushed his hair and splashed on some aftershave before going to dress for dinner.
Natasha wasn’t in the bedroom when he emerged from the bathroom so he started dressing in his black trousers, black shoes and he’d just pulled on a white shirt when she walked into the room. He froze at the sight of her and cursed under his breath when he felt his cock stirring in appreciation of her appearance too. Dammit but he’d blown his load in the shower to try and get some control over that wayward part of his anatomy and with just one glance at Natasha, any control he had was gone again.
Unable to stop himself, he gravitated towards her, stopping in front of her, his eyes sweeping down her body. “My god Natasha, you look stunning. Turn for me.” He watched her slowly pivot and noticed how the dress she wore parted at the front, revealing a sexy length of leg to her knee. The split actually ran considerably higher on the dress but it was keeping its secret well and just refused to part enough to show him anymore, much to his frustration.
She really did look stunning in her full length black evening gown which was strapless and hugged her body like a second skin plus it had that split, that split that was going to drive him insane now all through dinner when he’d be alongside of her, knowing that it would open up once she sat and her long gorgeous legs would be free for him to touch. If she let him touch her he thought, trying not to smile when he saw the shadow of the hickey on her neck that she’d tried to cover with make up.
He kissed her carefully on her lips, not wanting to mess up her lipstick and he felt the familiar pull of his attraction for her when he inhaled that sweet fragrance she wore. “I’ve changed my mind can we stay here for dinner?” He asked, his mind already racing ahead to when he could strip that dress back off her again. He tugged her towards him moulding her body to his, his growing erection sandwiched between them.
Natasha pulled away from him though. “Nice try Mister.” But Eric could hear the slightly breathless note in her voice. “I didn’t go to all this trouble to get ready to go to dinner, just to eat here.”
Conceding she did have a point Eric resumed dressing for dinner, the job not made any easier by the fact that Natasha’s eyes were on him the entire time. Once he had finished dressing he was ready to go down to the restaurant. Still looking over at her and the only thing he felt like going down on, was her. “Stop it Eric.” He mentally chastised himself. He couldn’t spend the entire week lying between her thighs no matter how tempting that thought was.
Once he’d quickly combed his hair, Natasha picked up her clutch purse and they were ready. “Right well, let’s go then.” He said.
While they waited for the elevator to arrive he took her hand lifting it to his lips to kiss her palm feeling the tiny shiver run through her body at his touch. As they waited, he studied her appearance. Everything from her hair to her feet left him breathless.
Even when they stepped into the elevator, he couldn’t let go of her hand and he cursed the pull she had on him. He was torn. He couldn’t fight the attraction he had for her, which thankfully she quite obviously shared but it terrified him to think that he could possibly feel more for her than a mere passing attraction. “You know, I don’t know how I’m expected to keep my hands off you for a couple of hours.” He said, grinning at her and he really didn’t know how he was going to either despite the war that raged on inside him over not wanting to let her get to him too much. He couldn’t allow her to drag him into something deeper than what they were supposed to be there for, one week together for sex, nothing more.
Natasha grinned at him. “That didn’t seem to stop you last time we were at the restaurant.”
Damn but did she have to mention the last time they’d been in the restaurant? He could feel his cock stirring and he sure as fuck didn’t want to be hard for the entire bloody evening. Trying to be as casual as he could he replied. “Ah, don’t tempt me.”
The elevator doors opened and Eric placed his hand on Natasha’s back to guide her off before taking her hand in his and leading her to the restaurant. They were greeted by a young blonde haired woman who called them both by name before leading them to another one of the booth tables at the back of the restaurant.
Once they were seated Natasha picked up a menu and began to look through it while he watched her. “Have you decided what you want, sweetheart?” He asked after a little while.
“I want my oysters Eric. You know, the ones I missed out on last night.” She gave him a teasing grin that went straight to his cock. “I don’t know what I want for the main yet, it all sounds so good.”
“Oysters it is then, but how about for the main meal we get the seafood platter?” Eric suggested.
“Oh yes please.” Her face filled with pleasure at the thought and he grinned. This girl really liked her seafood, obviously. He almost felt a little jealous that he wasn’t the only thing that could make her moan and sigh.
“So that pleases you does it? I’m being cast aside in favour of seafood. You sure know how to dent a man’s fragile ego.” He teased, although inside his ego really was feeling a little fragile. “Snap out of it.” He warned himself. He didn’t like the path his thoughts were taking lately. Natasha was messing with his mind, too much and he didn’t know how to deal with the emotions she evoked in him.
She smiled. “I do love my seafood and there is absolutely nothing fragile about your ego.”
Eric grinned at her but inside he knew Natasha was wrong. Everything about her was starting to make him feel fragile and insecure. Feelings he wasn’t used to or even comfortable with. As much as he was enjoying his time with her he couldn’t help but wonder if he’d be able to get back to life the way it was prior to their time away.
Determined to get his head back on track and not lose sight of what this week was about, simply him scratching an itch. A week of sex with Natasha to finally put his lust for her to rest and as he dragged his mind back to the present he watched her for a moment. “What about dessert? Does anything get your juices flowing?” He asked, relieved that she had no idea of the inner turmoil he was suffering because of her.
She gave him a look that instantly made his cock twitch and her words were enough to bring him fully erect.
“How about we worry about dessert back in our suite?” She suggested and Eric pressed a hand down against his cock trying to get his body back under control. Of course when he thought about what was waiting in the fridge back in their suite that he’d ordered up with breakfast, he couldn’t help smiling to himself.
Now to dangle just enough under her nose to peak her curiosity. “I have just the thing.” He told her, watching the questioning look that came over her face.
“Oh, you do? What would that be?”
He was saved giving her any kind of answer by the arrival of the waitress to take their order. Once he’d also ordered a bottle of wine, she left and Eric turned to Natasha again. “So have you enjoyed yourself so far?” He couldn’t help but ask.
Eric watched the colour bloom in her face before she dropped her eyes from his gaze. “I think you know the answer to that.” She said and he laughed softly. Hell yes, he knew alright. He could still hear the sounds of her screams as she climaxed and the image of her writhing in ecstasy was burned into his brain, probably forever.
“I know I’ve been having a great time. You don’t regret that we are stuck here for the week?” He asked.
“I’m having a great time Eric and you know that. I know we have to stay here. We can’t risk anyone finding out about this. You’ve always made it perfectly clear that you don’t approve of office relationships. What I don’t understand is why you broke your own rule enough that we’re here now?” Natasha raised questioning eyes to his.
“It’s not because I’m ashamed to be seen with you Natasha. You do realise that don’t you?” He felt he had to reassure her of that fact. “I know I�
�m breaking my own rule and that’s one of the reasons why we need to be discreet. Call me weak baby, but it just got too hard to keep my desire for you under control. I was spending all my time daydreaming about fucking you and do you have any idea how hard it is to concentrate on work with a bloody hard on all day? I had no idea whether you had any interest in me too and I could very well have stuffed it up and not only had my face well and truly slapped, but I could have lost my PA as well.” He reached out to touch her face, watching her expression as she digested his words.
“If anyone at work finds out about us there will be no end of gossip and I wasn’t prepared to subject you to that. I have no idea where this is going between us yet but I’m not entirely sure I’m ready for it to end after this week. I’ve never felt such an overwhelming attraction to someone like I have with you.” Eric said. Inside he cringed. Fuck, what made him tell her that? Of course there wouldn’t be anything beyond this week with her. He couldn’t do relationships. He’d never been able to do relationships and he wasn’t about to start with Natasha. He ignored the little voice inside that screamed, “Liar” at him. That little voice was becoming far too opinionated these days.
Natasha was quiet for quite a while until Eric finally broke the silence. “What is going through that gorgeous head of yours?”
Her expression closed off to him and he ground his teeth with frustration when she turned to him and simply said. “Nothing.”
He never got a chance to question her again because the waitress turned up with their entrees and also poured their wine for them.
Natasha didn’t hesitate, immediately picking up the little fork and spoon that came with their oysters and after spearing one on her fork, she slipped it into her mouth, moaning as she slowly chewed on it.
“Hot damn.” Eric’s body tightened when she moaned. Fuck but she sounded the same as she did when she was close to coming. This night was going to kill him if she ate every fucking oyster like that. He was already hard and they weren’t even close to getting the hell out of there and back to their suite.
Finally he couldn’t take it any longer and had to ask if she intended eating all the oysters like that. He joked with her, but inside it was a slow form of torture to watch her. To add to the growing discomfort in his pants, she ate them slowly, deliberately, making a show of licking her lips, her eyes never leaving his. By the time she finished, it was official, Eric was in agony.
Trying to get his body back under control he concentrated on eating his own meal, although he didn’t taste a single mouthful of it since every one of his senses were tuned into the woman alongside of him. He might have managed to rein in his desire if Natasha hadn’t suddenly reached under the table and placed a hand on his knee.
Immediately he tensed, his cock straining, pressing hard against the trousers of his suit, desperate to be released from the confines of his underwear. She moved her fingers up his thigh before trailing them over his fly, her nails teasing his cock which was extremely eager for her touch. He groaned softly, cursing her for testing his self control all the time.
“Natasha.” He warned her, reaching down to cover her hand with his and halt her maddening touch. She responded by smiling at him and pulling her hand free and… “Oh fuck,” he cursed to himself. Now he was in trouble when he felt her pulling down his fly, sliding her hand inside to cup his raging hard on in her palm. Natasha no!” His voice was harsher than he intended it to be. “Watching you eat those oysters was incredibly erotic as you can probably tell. I seem to have very little control with you and I’m not going to come in my pants like a horny teenage boy so please baby, don’t do this.”
Eric had to go through the agony of the waitress arriving to take their plates before he could continue with his efforts to stop Natasha’s wandering hand before he embarrassed himself right here in the restaurant.
Once she’d gone Natasha pulled his briefs forward and slipped her hand inside. Desperately he grabbed her wandering fingers before she could reach her target. “Natasha dammit, no, please. We can’t do this here.” She responded by reaching down deeper and squeezing his balls. Fuck! “Dammit Natasha. You’re enjoying this aren’t you?”
When she gave him a cheeky grin, he knew he was in trouble. He swore under his breath, pretty well throwing out every foul word he could think of and slammed his hand over hers to stop it wandering.
The waitress turned up with their seafood platter and Eric couldn’t have been happier to see it. Knowing how much Natasha loved her seafood, she’d leave him alone now so she could eat and he’d get a chance to bring his near out of control body back under control.
As the waitress left after bringing their platter, plates and bowls of lemon scented water for washing their fingers his heart skipped a beat when Natasha asked her to close the drapes to their booth. It was at that point that he realised he was royally fucked.
“Natasha, whatever you’re planning, please put that thought right out of your gorgeous head.” He tried to warn her and she pouted at him before closing her hand around his rigid cock and gave him a firm squeeze. Calmly she removed her hand from his straining member and took a sip of her wine. Fuck it, the woman was definitely going to kill him at this rate.
She started eating and after a few moments of watching her and cursing her for leaving him in such a vulnerable state, he began to eat too. It was hell. Watching this woman eat was officially sending him to hell. Again he could barely taste the food because his attention was on his stiff cock that peeped out from his open trousers and Natasha’s mouth as her lips closed around whatever mouthful of seafood she was eating. He was slowly losing his mind, either that or his little head was starting to do all the thinking for him and it seemed quite happy to stand to attention anytime Natasha came anywhere near it.
She must have noticed his discomfort because she turned to him to ask if something was wrong.
“I don’t have a problem with the food. It’s watching you eat it that’s the problem. You enjoy your food way too much. Every time you moan it sounds like you’re coming and when I think of you coming then I think of being inside you and since you got me all worked up earlier and threw me over for a platter of seafood, I’ve been sitting here in agony.” He almost cringed at the whining note in his voice. Damn her, she was systematically destroying his manhood and he felt powerless to stop it.
Natasha laughed at him. “Oh you poor baby you.” She cooed at him and he growled in response.
“You find that amusing do you?” He couldn’t help himself and swooped in to drop a hard kiss on her lips. He nipped at her bottom lip before nibbling his way across her cheek to her ear. “Just wait until I get you back to our suite.” He whispered in her ear and smiled to himself when she shivered in response. He needed to get the balance of power tipped his way again before this woman put a ring in his nose and led him around by it.
Eric thought he’d got the upper hand over her until with one eyebrow raised at him Natasha slipped her hand back into his open trousers. She pulled him free of his briefs, her expression daring him to say something, but with his teeth jammed together that hard his jaw ached, he stayed silent.
As she curled her fingers around his hard shaft she leaned towards him to whisper. “Promises, promises.”
Slowly she began to work him up and down through her hand, brushing her thumb over the head of his cock then reaching down to gently squeeze his balls. She was killing him with her touch. He had to stop her or else he was going to end up coming and he couldn’t do that here. “Natasha, please. I can’t hold on much longer.” He made one more attempt to halt her hand by placing his over hers.
She looked into his eyes and she must have seen the tension in his. Hell, she’d felt how close he was. Apart from his raging hard on, he was leaking pre cum so it wasn’t going to take much more and he’d be spilling his load all over his trousers and he sure as hell didn’t want that happening.
“I don’t want to come in my pants baby. I’ll stain my suit and I can’t walk out of here like that.” He glanced down to where his cock strained, the head all red and engorged. “Hell, I can’t walk out of here like this.”
“It’s ok Eric I’ll take care of things. Trust me.” Her tone was reassuring and although he was feeling anything but reassured, he just wanted to come. He didn’t want to come because of the mess but fuck, he needed to come since Natasha had got him so hard his cock wasn’t going to go down again by itself for a long time.
He moved his hand away and groaned when she went back to caressing the hard length of him. She worked on him until he knew he was about to explode and he watched his pre cum well up and bead on the head of his cock. Fuck it, but it was about to get messy. Hopefully there wouldn’t be too much carnage because he still had to get out of the damned restaurant without the evidence of his release splattered all over him for all to see.
Just when he decided he couldn’t hold back any longer Natasha removed her hands from him and his eyes shot open. Fuck, she was going to cock tease him now was she?
When she dropped her head down into his lap and he felt her lips wrap around him, he couldn’t hold back the groan that worked its way up from his throat. Fuck but it felt incredible being inside her warm mouth.
Natasha cupped his balls and her mouth slid up and down his cock as she licked at him and sucked on him hard. Unable to control himself, his hips jerked and he thrust himself deeper into her mouth and he cursed under his breath when he felt himself hit the back of her throat. Eric struggled to control the urge to thrust as he didn’t want to choke her but fuck it was just so damned hard not to.
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