“Natasha.” He growled a warning at her and he had a strong urge to give her a sharp nip when she looked at him with wide eyed innocence. He reached over the table and lifted one of her hands to his lips giving her a quick nip on the fleshy part of her palm.
She responded by raising an eyebrow at him and rubbed him through his jeans with her toes. He dropped his other hand under the table and closed his fingers around her wandering, teasing foot but still she managed to wiggle her toes against him and he groaned. “Fuck it Natasha, don’t do this.” Fuck her and her teasing foot. She was killing him because she knew he couldn’t do anything, not while they were sitting in the restaurant with other diners around them.
At that moment the waitress arrived with their main meals and Eric breathed a sigh of relief when Natasha dropped her foot back to the floor and gave his poor aching cock a break from her footsies session under the table.
He watched her face lighting up over her meal which was some sort of pastry thing shaped like a flower, piled up with honey chilli coated prawns. He had trouble containing his smile as she stared at her meal almost in awe. She looked over at his meal and her growled. “Forget it baby. You’re not getting any of my food when you turn me on then leave me high and dry.” He couldn’t help chuckling when she stuck her tongue out at him before she started eating her meal. Obviously it was good too if the eyes rolling back in her head, the look of ecstasy and the throaty moans were any indication. All he knew was she was torturing him without even touching him. Damn but he needed to get out of here quickly and get her home so he could part those silky smooth thighs of hers and bury himself in that hot, sexy body. He put his head down and started throwing his meal down his throat as quickly as he could even though he knew he was probably setting himself up for a dose of indigestion later.
“Hungry are we?” Natasha’s voice interrupted his rapid consumption of his meal.
“Starving.” He said, desire burning in his eyes.
They continued eating in silence until she offered him a prawn which he ate. He’d almost finished his meal when he felt her foot back at his crutch. Fuck what was she trying to do to him? He closed a hand around her foot again in an effort to stop her. The witch still managed to reach him with her toes though and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of her slow torture. He grabbed his glass and was surprised to see his hand was shaking as he tried to get some moisture back in his dry mouth.
Eric took the torment for as long as he could, sweat breaking out on his top lip with the effort it was taking not to react to her caressing foot but it was getting harder and harder as was his cock. Finally he leaned forward. “I would advise you to remove your foot from my cock Natasha, finish your food and stop what you’re doing otherwise I’m going to have no choice but to throw you down on this table and fuck you so damned hard, you’ll scream.” He straightened up again. “Ok?”
That was enough to bring her foot back down to the floor, her eyes widening. He felt a moment’s satisfaction when he saw her nipples beading and pushing against her dress. It pleased him to see she was no more immune to him than he was to her.
She quickly ate the rest of her meal and looked over at him to see if he was ready to leave. With a deep sigh he leaned forward. “Thanks to you I can’t get up yet. I can’t walk the length of this fucking restaurant with a raging fucking hard on.” He growled.
Natasha gave him a look of mock horror. “Such language Mr Rothman. Do you speak like that when you’re in a board meeting?”
Eric wasn’t feeling that amused. Thanks to her, they were stuck in the restaurant until he could make the walk through to pay for their meal, preferably without it becoming the walk of shame when everyone noticed the way his jeans tented out from his hard on. “Get fucked Natasha. Oh wait, you will, later Ms Barrington.” He ground out.
After several more minutes spent with him trying to will his cock to stand down so to speak, he finally felt he’d be able to get out of the place without being too embarrassed. Still to be on the safe side, he put his arm around her, holding her slightly in front of him, acting like a shield until he paid for their meal and they got outside.
He grabbed her hand and the walk back to the car was done in record time, forcing Natasha to have to run along after him, but no way in hell was he slowing down. He unlocked the car, waiting while she got in and then he climbed into the driver’s side, wincing with pain when the low slung seat forced his jeans harder against his cock which had reared its head again at the sight of her long length of leg as she’d taken her seat in the car. “God this is going to be torture. I’m going to do myself a serious injury.” He moaned adjusting himself again and she laughed. “You are a cruel woman Natasha. I should make you take care of this right now as punishment for doing this to me.”
The look in her eyes when she gazed at him, made him groan out loud. Fuck but she wasn’t helping with that look of desire burning in those stunning eyes of hers. “Don’t look at me like that or I’m going to embarrass myself right now and I haven’t come in my pants since I was a young teenage boy.”
He dragged his gaze from hers and started the car, pulling out of the car park and headed for home. Typically although Devonport wasn’t that big a city, they got every red light along the way which only served to delay them finally getting onto the country roads. He was sure they were conspiring against him to make him suffer for as long as possible. The pain in his groin was a constant distraction and he frequently had to try and readjust himself through his jeans.
Eric flinched when Natasha’s hand suddenly touched his thigh and his eyes shot over to hers. Fuck but this was not a good time to touch him. Not while he was trying to drive and not while he was dealing with a hard on that was being strangled in his jeans.
Just to add to his torment, she moved her hand up his thigh until she was cupping him through his jeans. At her touch, he jerked and the car swerved slightly until he brought it back under control. “Fuck baby, don’t do that. You’ll have us wrapped around the nearest tree.”
She ignored him and popped his jeans open before easing the zipper down and he dragged in a ragged breath. What the hell was she trying to do to him? Whatever it was, if she didn’t stop, she was going to cause them to crash. “Natasha, please.” He begged.
“Let me take care of you.”
He groaned. “While we’re driving baby?”
“I’ll be quick.” She told him and he cursed. She was right. One touch and he was going to blow everywhere, or kill them when he lost control of the car and hopefully that would be quick because being caught in such a compromising situation would be as embarrassing as all fuck.
“It will be fucking quick alright. One touch and I’m going to explode if we don’t die first when I lose control of the car.” He tried to make light of it, but the reality was one touch could very well make him lose control, both of himself and the car.
“I have every faith in your ability to get us home safely.” She told him as she slipped her hand gently into his jeans and pulled his cock free. It stood there, jutting out from his opened jeans and she turned away digging around in her handbag. What the hell was she doing? She couldn’t just leave him like this, cock out. It might be hard to explain if they were pulled over by the police for any reason.
Eric tried to concentrate on his driving but Natasha started arranging tissues around his cock like she was spreading the picnic blanket out and even tucked a few into the waistband of his jeans. Ok, this was different. Obviously she was preparing for him coming in a spectacular fashion going by how many tissues she had laid out and at the centre of them all, his hard, straining cock rose, ready for some action. “Fuck baby. Do you think that’s going to be enough? The way I’m feeling, I think a tarp would be more effective.” He joked, but even to his ears, his voice sounded strained.
She gave him her Mona Lisa smile. “Deal with it Mr. It’s either th
e tissues or I leave you as you are until we get back.”
“Fuck it then. Just do your worst.” He ground out because the alternative of being left high and dry wasn’t something he wanted to consider.
He braced himself but when her fingers touched him, he exhaled noisily, his body tensing. She curled her hand around his cock and started sliding her palm up and down the length of him, brushing her thumb over the engorged head. His breath left him in a loud hiss and his grip tightened on the steering wheel. Fuck, it felt so good but it was taking every effort for him to concentrate on driving and he swerved a couple of times when his hands twitched on the wheel almost in time with the twitching of his cock as Natasha touched him.
The pressure rapidly built within him and he tensed his grip so tight on the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white. Unable to control himself, he thrust up into her hand, as much as he could while in the car and restrained by his seat belt. Natasha’s fingers tightened around him, her hand moving faster up and down his shaft until with a low groan, he blew, his cock jerking as cum pumped from it landing on his bare stomach, the tissues and her hand. Shit but it felt so fucking good, messy but so damned amazing.
Once he’d finished emptying himself everywhere, Natasha wiped him down, wrapping up the tissues and depositing them on the floor of the car before licking his cum from her fingers which resulted in him being distracted again and he had to force himself to focus on the road and not the sight of her licking herself clean. A sight he found incredibly sexy to watch.
She then tucked his softening penis back into his jeans but she didn’t zip him up again which he was kind of grateful for in case she accidently jammed him inside. He reached out to take her hand, raising it to his lips to kiss her palm. “You are so fucking amazing. You’re the only woman I’ve ever known who acts like she enjoys doing that. I’m used to women who do it reluctantly and they never swallow and they sure as hell never lick it off themselves.” He told her before releasing her hand.
“I do enjoy it Eric. I love to swallow, I love the taste and I love to watch you come. It’s kind of a power trip for me to know I can reduce you to this, to know that I’m responsible.” She told him as she trailed a finger down his cheek and that was enough to get things stirring in his jeans.
“Oh fuck baby, you’re making me hard again. I’ve never known a woman like you. You’re one of a kind Natasha.” He glanced over at her one more time before he returned his attention to the road and they were both quiet for the rest of the drive home.
CHAPTER 12
Once they were home Eric dropped Natasha off at the front of the house while he drove his car around and parked it in the garage. He unlocked the house and headed straight for the small bar where a selection of spirits were stocked, grabbing the whiskey and Bacardi. “Drink baby? Bacardi and Coke?” He asked and she nodded.
After he’d poured their drinks they sat on the lounge and he pulled her into his side, his arm around her and he loved that she tucked herself into him, kicking off her shoes and making herself comfortable.
They drank their drinks in silence although Natasha was quite restless, constantly shifting around alongside of him. Finally she pulled free of him and stood up. “I’m going to have a shower.” She told him.
“Ok baby.” He watched her walk off through narrowed eyes as he dropped his head back against the lounge. While Natasha was gone, he went outside to bring some wood in for starting the fire and lit it, coaxing it to life.
Once it was lit, his eyes lifted to the ceiling. He wanted to go upstairs and join her in the shower. What had happened in the car had only taken the edge off his desire but he still wanted more. She had looked slightly disappointed when he’d let her go upstairs alone, so now it was time to get up there and get in that shower with her before she got out.
He dropped his glass on the kitchen bench and headed up the stairs, stripping his clothes off once he was in the bedroom. He could still hear the water running and he grabbed a condom, sheathed himself and quietly stepped into the bathroom. Natasha had her back to him and when he saw what she was doing, he went from hard to even harder. Fuck, but she was masturbating. Her hand was between her legs, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she touched herself.
Silently he opened the shower door and once he was inside he reached out, his hand coming down over the top of the one she had between her legs. She jumped violently, her eyes flying open to meet his and he pulled her back against him, pressing his erection between her buttocks. His other hand came up cupping her breast and his fingers tugged on her nipple until it had formed a hard peak. She collapsed against him, her back against his chest and when she looked up at him she told him that she thought he was asleep.
Eric chuckled, how the hell could he sleep when he knew his gorgeous woman was naked and wet in the shower? That was before he’d known what she was doing too. Seeing her touching herself had nearly pushed him over the edge. No way was he ever going to leave her to do what he was always happy to do. He wanted to be the one to bring her pleasure, not leave her to take care of things herself. “Now how could I do that? What happened in the car was only a teaser for me. I wasn’t going to be truly satisfied until I could sink this.” He rubbed his cock against her. “Into your warm, wet, pussy. Plus I owe you baby. It’s my turn to make you come now.” He slipped his hand between her legs. “Did you seriously think I was going to leave my girl to take care of herself?”
He trailed his lips down her neck and his heart picked up the pace when she shivered and tilted her head to one side, giving him better access. He turned her in his arms deepening the kiss, nipping and sucking at her lips.
He felt Natasha’s hand close around his cock, stroking along the length of it. She pulled her lips from his, her eyes shifting to where his shaft stood hard and ready between them. “You’re already wearing a condom?” She raised an eyebrow at him.
He grinned at her. “Pays to be prepared baby.” He said before sliding his fingers over her clit and beyond until he reached her opening, dipping them inside her groaning when he felt how wet she was. “Oh hell baby, I want to be inside you so badly.” Groaning again when he felt her tighten around his fingers.
When she lifted one leg and hooked it around his thigh, angling her pussy until it was pressed up against his cock, he knew her need was as great as his. She wanted him inside her as much as he wanted to be inside her.
He cupped his hands under her ass and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” Which she did, looping her arms around his neck. He pushed her up against the tiles and with his eyes locked on hers, he surged forward burying himself inside her. She cried out, bucking against him and he closed his eyes, his teeth clenched as the pleasure surged through him. God she felt so good. Warm, wet and her body welcomed his like it was made for him.
Slowly he pulled back until just the head of his cock was inside her before slamming back in. He felt Natasha’s nails digging into his shoulders and the pain spurred him on. With his lips pressed into the side of her neck he began to thrust into her hard, almost violently.
As he pounded into her, pushing her higher up the tiles, her nails tore at his shoulders, opening his skin, the water stinging as it hit his damaged flesh. The more she ripped into him, the harder he drove into her until she was gasping and he grunted with the sheer exertion of his pounding hips.
He could feel Natasha’s pussy tightening around him and her moans grew louder, her body writhing against him. “Oh god Eric.” She gasped and he slammed into her even harder, desperate to make her come before he did and with the pressure building in him, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to last much longer. “Oh Eric, oh god… I’m going to come.” She cried out.
With one more thrust he sent her over the edge and the feel of her pussy pulsing around his rigid cock dragged a tortured groan from his lips. His chest heaved as he struggled to draw breath, his heart pounding that hard
he was surprised it couldn’t be heard over the sound of the water pouring down on them.
As Natasha clenched around him he thrust into her one more time, before his body went rigid as he lost control, pumping his seed into her. With every spurt of his release, she pulsed around him, milking him until he was empty, his body spent.
Natasha sagged in his arms and he didn’t have the strength to hold her up anymore, sinking to the floor of the shower, taking her with him. He pulled out of her and they sat, wrapped in each other’s arms, both gasping for air under the warm spray.
Finally once their heart rates slowed to normal and their breathing had settled Eric got to his feet, bringing her up with him. She was weak and trembling still, leaning against him while he opened the shower door to dispose of the condom. He pulled her pliable body into his arms and kissed her all over her face, her neck and back up again, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before claiming her lips in a slow, lingering kiss.
He picked up the soap and gently washed her, taking the time to lather her body, even washing her carefully between her legs. She twitched when he brushed over her clit and he could feel that it was still swollen and obviously sensitive to his touch. She had to be sore, he knew that. The sex had been brutal, hard, violent almost and as hot as hell. Natasha had been as caught up in the urgency of their coupling as he was.
Once he’d finished washing her, he turned off the water and lifted her out of the shower, grabbing a towel to wrap around her wet hair and with a second towel, he carefully and meticulously dried her. When her body was thoroughly dried he towelled her hair dry and she groaned when he massaged her scalp in his efforts to remove as much water from her hair as possible. “Does that feel good baby?” She groaned again and he chuckled. She seemed quite happy to let him pamper her and he loved doing this simple act for her.
When she was all dried off, he picked up a brush and carefully brushed all the tangles out of her hair, being as gentle as he could so he wouldn’t pull at her scalp. When he was satisfied with his efforts, he carried her out to the bed and laid her down on the mattress, covering her over with the blankets. Quickly he dried himself before climbing into bed with her, pulling her against him. She snuggled into his body and with her tucked up close to him and his arms holding her close, they both drifted off to sleep.
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