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
“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
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