He gathered up all his tools he’d used to shave his wife and headed to the bathroom to dispose of everything, grabbing a mirror while he was there before walking back out to Natasha. He held it down between her legs so she could see for herself what he had done to her.
She seemed happy enough with his efforts but obviously still embarrassed. He couldn’t understand her discomfort. She was driving him crazy and he was horny as hell. He had to have her and he had to have her now. The pain of his engorged cock straining to be free of his jeans was slowly torturing him and he was desperate for relief.
He took the towel from under her hips and the mirror back to the bathroom and quickly stripped out of his clothes until he was naked. He fisted his cock a couple of times before walking back out to where Natasha still lay spread out, looking incredibly sexy and inviting.
Her eyes widened when she saw he was naked, before her gaze dropped to where his cock strained out erect in front of him. She licked her lips as she stared at him and his cock jerked in response to the sight of her tongue tracing her full bottom lip.
“I was going to wait until the restaurant, until after we ate, but I can’t. Shaving you was so sexy and you bare now is the sexiest thing. Don’t ever doubt how beautiful ALL of you is baby. I have to have you now. I want to be inside you.” His voice was husky with his desire for her.
He climbed onto the bed and crawled over to her. Natasha’s arms rose and circled his neck, pulling him down to her. He covered her lips with his, coaxing hers until they parted enough that he could slip his tongue into her mouth. As the kiss deepened and their passion mounted, he felt her hands raking through his hair, tugging on it gently. She moaned and he thrust his tongue in and out of her mouth, licking and tangling with hers. His actions almost mimicking what he hoped to be doing to her body soon.
Finally he broke the kiss and they both gasped for air. He dropped down on the bed alongside of her, thrusting his hips forward until his cock was wedged between their bodies. Fuck but he needed to be inside her. He was so hungry for her, desperate and almost raging out of control for her. She was his weakness, that one thing in his life that removed all common sense from his brain and left him running purely on the lust that fuelled his body.
He wrestled with his desire, struggling to get himself under control and closed his lips over her nipple, sucking on it, feeling it grow and harden in his mouth and once he was satisfied with it, he transferred his attention to her other nipple. He started moving his hand down her body, over her swollen stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs and slipped between her legs to cup his hand over her bare mound. Fuck, but the feel of her smooth under his palm was turning him on so much but he had to rein himself in and not go at her like some sort of animal. Gently he pushed two fingers into her pussy and he groaned, struggling to control his need to be inside her. “God baby, I love how wet you get. You make me feel so good, like I’m the most important person in the world. It’s a hell of a turn on. I can almost believe I’m the only man who can make you wet.” He gasped.
“You are the best Eric, you are the greatest man in the world to me and you’re right, only you can turn me on the way you do.” She whispered and he bent his head to kiss her again when the emotions her words evoked inside him threatened to overwhelm him.
“I want you baby, I want to be inside you now. You rob me of my self control, I can’t wait.” He ground out as he thrust helplessly against her leg.
“I don’t want to wait either Eric. I need you inside me too, now.”
Fuck, he clenched his teeth hard together at the note of urgency in her voice. He wanted her so badly but he had to get himself under some sort of control. This was crazy. He wasn’t a teenage boy anymore but Natasha made him feel like he was back in his teens. Out of control, driven by hormones and horny as hell.
He lay down on his back and urged her to straddle him. She didn’t need asking twice and climbed over him, grasping his cock which made him suck in a deep breath at her touch on his highly aroused skin and slowly she lowered herself onto his shaft, not stopping until she was impaled on him.
Once she was seated on his thighs, his cock buried inside her she wiggled her hips and Eric groaned thrusting up into her. He moved his hands to her hips desperately needing her to move. “Come on baby, you’re killing me. Ride me, I want you to fuck me. Come on sweetheart.” He bucked up hard again. God he was out of control. What was it about her that robbed him of it and left him in a near crazed state?
When she smiled down at him, he ground his teeth together hard. She was toying with him and from her expression she knew exactly what she was doing to him.
Grasping onto her hips he thrust up again, slamming into her cervix which made her gasp. She placed her hands on his stomach and began to raise and lower herself over him and he almost wept with relief. Slowly she increased her pace, her heavy breasts swaying and as she came down hard on him, he thrust up into her as they both worked their way towards their release.
He watched her close her eyes and throw her head back, her movements becoming more unco-ordinated and he could feel her muscles tightening around him as she drew closer to her climax. When she suddenly began to bounce harder and faster on him, ramming the head of his cock against her cervix over and over again, he started to suspect she was going to push him into coming before she did and he clenched his teeth hard as he struggled to hold off his own release until she reached hers.
The room filled with the sound of their laboured breathing and the slapping of their bodies coming together and in a desperate bid to get Natasha to come before he did, he slid a couple of fingers between their bodies and began to rub them over her swollen clit.
That was enough to send her out of control and her movements became even more erratic. He rubbed over her clit, pinching and circling it and just when he felt her starting to clamp around his straining cock she cried out, a high pitched cry before collapsing over his chest, as she came, her muscles squeezing him in waves.
Watching her reach her release, feeling her come around him was all it took to push him over the edge and he stiffened for a moment before giving one more hard thrust and pumping his seed into her. His body trembled and jerked through the force of his intense climax and he wasn’t sure if he had just been more turned on from shaving her or whether the feel of her naked pussy heightened his response.
When their breathing started to settle he lifted Natasha off him and lay her down by his side with her back to him so he could tuck himself against her, spooning and simply savour holding her in his arms. He knew they couldn’t stay like that forever as they had to shower and go downstairs for dinner but he wanted to enjoy a few moments holding his wife at least.
He nuzzled his lips into her neck, inhaling deeply of her delicious scent which was a mix of her subtle perfume, her and now the smell of sex too. “How about we go and have a shower baby so we can get ready to go down for dinner?”
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“Have you decided what you’d like to order baby?” Eric leaned towards his wife as they sat in another one of the private cubicles like their first time in the hotel’s restaurant.
“Am I going to get to eat it this time?” She asked dryly and he laughed.
“Well now, that depends I guess baby. If you think you can keep your hands off me long enough to eat, then yeah, you’ll get your meal. Do you think you can do that?”
She groaned at his words. “I’m the one sitting here with no panties on at your request I might add and you’re asking me if I’m going to be able to keep my hands off you?”
He felt some stirring in his pants as the thought of her with no panties on started to make him harden. “Don’t remind me baby.” He slid over closer to her and dropped a hand under the table, finding the hem of her royal blue dress and pushed the silky fabric up until he could slip his fingers between her thighs, groaning softly to himself when he encountered
her already wet pussy.
He pressed his lips against her ear as he whispered to her. “You are such a hussy baby. See how wet you are?” He held his fingers up so she could see the moisture glistening on them. He watched the blush that coloured her cheeks and it still amazed him that she could be embarrassed given how intimate they were. He reached out and traced her bottom lip with his finger, smearing her juices along it before bending his head and touching his lips to hers, his tongue coming out to lick along their plump fullness.
The waitress turned up just as he was deepening the kiss and he pulled away from Natasha. She ordered the oysters Kilpatrick for entrée and lobster mornay for her main meal and he rolled his eyes at her choices. “You and the seafood baby.”
She grinned at him. “You know how much I love my seafood Mr Rothman.”
They didn’t have to wait long for their entrées to arrive. He had ordered oysters too but he had mornay and they ate their meals without speaking although Eric had to endure the constant moaning from his wife as she savoured her oysters. He counted every one of the dozen by her moans and by the time she had finished, his cock was hard as iron in his pants.
Their waitress turned up to remove their plates and once she was gone again he leaned in to her and whispered. “Spread your legs baby.”
Her eyes widened as she looked over at him but she did as he asked and he slipped his hand under the table again, pushing under her dress until his fingers found her clit. He began to rub over it, dipping into her wet pussy, working back and forth, smearing her juices over her swollen clit. He could hear the hitch in her breathing as he worked her higher and higher towards her climax.
She leaned back sliding her ass forward on the seat to give him better access and he plunged a couple of fingers into her, grazing over her g-spot until he felt her starting to tremble and she was so wet she was soaking his skin. She tightened around his fingers, colour rising in her cheeks and watching her growing passion was an incredibly arousing thing to see.
Their waitress chose that moment to arrive with their main meals and Natasha lowered her head as she blushed an even darker shade of red. Once she’d left their table again Eric leaned over to his wife. “Eat up baby.” He said huskily but she merely raised desperate eyes to his as he continued to rub at her clit and delve into her wet pussy. “Come on Natasha, eat.” He urged her.
He grinned when her eyes flashed her growing irritation at him. “Damn you Eric.” She moaned but he just laughed and continued his assault on her body.
She picked up her knife and fork and began to eat her lobster but he could tell she was having trouble focusing on it as there were none of her usual moans of appreciation and enjoyment. As she ate, or tried to eat, he kept up the torturous movements of his fingers between her legs. He could feel her starting to tighten around his fingers again and he saw the way her hands shook as she ate her meal. She was so close to coming and he just needed to encourage her to let go. “Come on baby, come for me.” He whispered in her ear just as he pinched his thumb and finger over her clit and with a cry, despite her efforts to try and stop herself making any noise, he felt her come apart. Her body shuddering and shaking as she came hard in the restaurant with the other diners around them. Her cutlery clattered down on her plate as her release overwhelmed her and she couldn’t concentrate on her meal anymore. Eric kept his hand between her legs while she clenched and grabbed at his fingers as she rode out her climax.
Finally her eyes opened and turned to him, dazed and unfocussed. He watched her as she slowly became aware of her surroundings again, a blush colouring her cheeks as she looked nervously around the restaurant.
He followed her gaze and nodded to some people at a table nearby. “She really loves her seafood.” He grinned. “You have no idea how much.” Which brought some smiles to the faces of the other diners.
When he turned to Natasha she looked mortified but also like she was going to strangle him. “Eric.” She hissed. “You’re not helping damn you.” She shot him a look that might have had a lesser man on the floor but he just burst out laughing at her expression.
“Relax baby. No one but me knows what just happened and fuck that was hot. You are so hot, so beautiful. I am so fucking hard for you right now.” He grabbed her hand and pulled it under the table to press against his erection.
She started to rub his cock through his pants but he closed his fingers over her hand to stop her. “Don’t baby. I don’t want to come here. The next time you make me come, I want to be buried in that tight, hot body of yours.”
He ran his fingers through her wet folds and when he lifted his hand from under the table, he stuck them in his mouth and licked them, before picking up his napkin to wipe them dry, all while Natasha watched him. She blushed as she stared at him, but he could tell from the way her tongue circled her lips, her pupils dilated and the tiny gasp that escaped her that he was turning her on with his actions.
“Hurry up and eat baby, suddenly I want to get back to our room as quickly as possible.” He growled urgently at her, shifting in his seat with his growing discomfort.
Quickly they both finished eating although his wife didn’t seem to be eating fast enough for him. He was finding it increasingly more difficult to sit still as his need for her increased and his cock pressed more insistently against his pants. Fuck he wanted her, but then he always wanted her. If he had any brains he’d stop doing this in restaurants and then he wouldn’t have to sit sporting a raging hard on that was making him incredibly uncomfortable and bringing him dangerously close to shutting the booth drapes and laying Natasha out on the table so he could fuck her senseless and to hell with the consequences or who heard or saw them. “Now that could spice up people’s meals.” That voice in his head spoke up and Eric struggled to contain the smile at how crazy his thoughts were when it involved his wife.
As soon as she put her cutlery down on her plate, Eric reached into his pocket and threw some money onto the table from his wallet. He stood, grabbing Natasha’s hand and hauled her to her feet, dragging her from the restaurant as quickly as he could without drawing too much attention to themselves.
Fortunately there was an elevator already waiting and once he’d pulled her inside it he stared impatiently at the numbers as it rose towards the penthouse suite. He was determined not to touch her in the elevator because he knew if he did, he’d end up fucking her in it and that wasn’t what he wanted, plus she deserved better than that.
Once they finally arrived on their floor, Eric unlocked the door to their suite and hauled Natasha inside. As soon as the door closed behind them, his lips crashed down on hers, pushing his tongue roughly into her mouth to tangle with hers and he kissed her with wild, unrestrained passion. When he finally dragged his lips from hers his breathing was laboured and he dropped his forehead against hers while he fought to get himself back under control.
“Fuck baby, how do you do this to me? It’s only been a few hours since we last made love and here I am wanting you, desperate for you. I feel like a bloody horny teenager again. I just want to sink into your body and fuck you hard. I want you so much, I need you so much. Let me fuck you baby. I swear I’m about to explode.” He groaned, his hips moving restlessly against her.
Her eyes shifted to his and he could see excitement in her blue green gaze. “Bend me over and fuck he hard Eric.” She said softly and he felt his body clench at her words, his cock hardening to the point where he was in pain.
A tortured groan was torn from him and he took her hand, leading her into the bedroom. He turned her until she faced the bed and pressed between her shoulder blades until she was bent over it. She braced her hands on the mattress pushing her ass up towards him and he cursed softly to himself at the sight of her.
With hands that were shaking he fumbled to get his belt undone, his fly and once he’d managed that, he slipped his pants down swearing when they got stuck on his shoes. He hop
ped around in frustration as he kicked off his shoes, breathing a sigh of relief when he finally managed to get the rest of his clothes off.
He walked up behind Natasha and pushed her dress up around her hips so her bare ass was on display to him. He reached out caressing the sweet curve of her buttocks and slipped a couple of fingers between her legs, brushing through her folds and when he felt how wet she was he groaned, a deep guttural sounding groan. Fuck but she was testing his control and she hadn’t even put a hand on him.
“God what do you do to my self control? I’m sorry baby, but I need you too much to go slow.” He dropped a kiss on the smooth skin of her back before lining his cock up between her legs and with one hard thrust, he buried himself inside her.
He couldn’t take the time to work her up gradually, his need was too great. With his fingers dug in to her hips to hold her steady, Eric began to slam into her over and over again. Natasha had to dig her hands into the bedding to hold on so he didn’t push her up the bed and although he knew he should back off a bit, he couldn’t, he was out of control.
He ground his teeth down hard together as he drove into her. The only sound in the room was their ragged breathing and their bodies slamming together. Natasha started to make little gasps and he felt her tightening around him. She was going to come.
“Fuck baby, I’m sorry, but I can’t wait for you.” He groaned and curved over her back, his hands hanging onto her hard as he rammed into her. He could feel the pressure building in his groin and his balls tucked up just before his release slammed through his body. He groaned a long loud tortured groan as he started to come, his cock jerking as he spilled into her.
He didn’t slow down his pace though, continuing to thrust as he came, reaching around her until his fingers found her clit rubbing over it. It was hard and swollen under his touch and it only took a few more flicks of his fingertips before she suddenly tightened hard around him, squeezing down on his cock. The pressure of her muscles milking along his length dragged another moan from him just as he heard her cry out through her climax.
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