Free Natasha's Awakening by J. A Melville

suddenly feeling very tired. “What do you want to do now?” He asked.
    Natasha yawned loudly and he laughed, “You want to sleep baby?” He kissed her again. “Ok sleep for a while. I’m wearing you out, but you shouldn’t be so damned sexy.” He said. Natasha smiled against Eric’s chest and her eyes drifted shut. The last thing she remembered was Eric’s hand smoothing her hair back from her face before sleep overcame her.
     
                                                                                    Chapter 4.
    When Natasha opened her eyes next, she could see that the room was dim from the fading light. Her eyes shot to the clock on the wall surprised to see it was almost 5.30pm. She’d slept for about four and a half hours. When she stretched, Natasha felt her body ache in all sorts of places and she smiled to herself.
    “What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice startled her daydreaming, and she jumped. Natasha looked over to where he stood at the entrance to the bedroom, arms crossed over his chest. Well worn blue jeans hugged his hips, the soft denim caressed his body, skimming over his very masculine lines, making him look even sexier than usual, if that was possible.
    Natasha blushed given the train of her thoughts and Eric’s eyes narrowed on her face as he watched her colour rise. He raised one eyebrow at her.
    “So what exactly is going through that pretty head of yours?” He asked.
    “I was just thinking about us.” She said coyly.
    Eric approached the bed, moving silently over the plush carpet. He dropped onto his knees on the mattress, crawling his way towards her, a predatory look on his face.
    “Oh, and what might those thoughts have been?” He asked, straddling her body, effectively pinning her to the bed.
    He dropped a kiss on Natasha’s parted lips and she squirmed under him, trying to free herself. Eric lowered his body onto her, trapping her beneath him. His lips found hers again, his tongue tracing her full lower lip. Natasha groaned, opening her mouth to accept Eric’s invading tongue. He thrust gently against her, and Natasha could feel the hard length of his erection pressing against her sex, even through the denim of his jeans and the thin sheet that covered her.
    Natasha squirmed again in response, and Eric groaned. “Keep still woman.” He warned. “I was checking to see if you were awake, to see if you wanted to go down to the restaurant for dinner. I didn’t intend for this to happen.” He said as he moved gently against her.
    His movements were causing the sheet to rub against her, and the friction of the material against her sex was exciting Natasha.
    She raised her hips as much as she could under the weight of Eric, wriggling against him, her desire increasing.
    “Please Eric, I need you first.” She whispered. She bucked under him again and Eric ground his erection into her, thrusting against her, even though he was still wearing his jeans.
    He rose up on his hands so he could look down at her, then lowered his head, grinding his lips against Natasha’s, parting them and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, his movements mimicking his thrusting hips.
    She whimpered, her tongue dueling with Eric’s.
    “Please.” She gasped when Eric released her lips. She grabbed the waistband of his jeans, fumbling to undo the button then she slid his fly down, her eager hands reaching inside, cupping his erection since he wore no underpants.
    Another groan came from Eric and he thrust against her eager hand. Sitting up, he pulled Natasha’s hand from him before dragging his jeans over his hips, sliding them down his legs and kicking them off. The sheet covering her body was torn away until finally nothing was between them anymore. He reached over her to grab a condom out of the drawer, tearing it open and quickly rolling it down his penis.
    He reached out to her, cupping one breast,