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teasing the nipple until it had peaked, his lips dropping to hers again, his tongue surging into Natasha’s mouth. He kissed her hungrily and she returned his kiss with just as much hunger. Her arms rose, circling Eric’s waist, and she pulled him down, hard against her. Her legs parted and he lay cradled between her spread thighs, the tip of his penis touching her slick, wet entrance.
    Natasha arched up. “Now Eric, please, I need you inside me now.” She begged.
    Eric’s hand reached down between their bodies, finding her clitoris and pressing against it, before sliding lower and slipping two fingers inside her. Natasha gasped, she felt like she was on fire, desperate, needy, impatient for more.
    “Eric, please.” She groaned again. Her hips rose, moving against him impatiently.
    Eric withdrew his fingers, lunged back then slammed into Natasha hard, burying himself deep inside her, butting up forcefully against her cervix. Natasha cried out, her arms locking around Eric’s back, her legs wrapping around his waist.
    He continued with his hard and fast rhythm, surging into her, pulling back and thrusting deep into her again and again. His breathing was harsh in her ear and a fine covering of perspiration dampened his skin. Natasha could feel the pressure building inside her with every thrust of Eric’s body. She slid her hands down his back over the rippling muscles until she reached his tight buttocks that flexed under her fingers as he rammed into her.
    Still the tension continued to build in her, she thrashed her head from side to side as she felt her impending release, her whole body focused on Eric’s invasion of her.
    The friction of their bodies against one another, his hard length filling her and Natasha tightened around him. Her breathing started to come in short gasps and she dug her nails into Eric’s buttocks, trying to pull him even further into her, she couldn’t get enough of him.
    Eric groaned as Natasha’s nails racked his skin, “Come on baby.” He urged, his breath hot in her ear. He pounded into her, his pace becoming more frantic, out of control.
    “Please Natasha, I need you to come for me.” He panted.
    He slammed into her, again and again, pushing her up the bed with his thrusts. Natasha squeezed her eyes shut as the pressure inside her reached its peak. It was like a dam bursting its banks and she climaxed hard, crying Eric’s name the pleasure surging through her body, causing white lights to flash behind her eyelids.
    Her body bucked under Eric, and her inner muscles clenched and pulsed around his shaft. Her nails raked his buttocks, tearing at his skin, so focused on the pleasure chorusing through her body she had no idea of the wounds she was inflicting on him.
    With a final deep thrust, Eric threw his head back, “Fuck, Natasha, Fuck.” He shouted as he found his own release and Natasha felt him pulsate as he spilled his warmth into her. He reared up on his hands, burying himself deep within her body, grinding hard as if he was trying to become a part of her. 
    With a few more thrusts he collapsed onto her, his breathing rasping as he struggled to drag air into his lungs. Natasha could feel the fine tremors that had taken him over. She smoothed her hands up his back, caressing him.
    They lay there for a while, their hearts beating frantically against one another, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing. Finally Eric raised his head to look down at Natasha, he studied her features for a moment, saying nothing, before his lips rose in a sexy, satisfied smile.
    “Why you look like you’ve been well and truly fucked Miss Barrington.” Eric’s smile grew wider. He dropped a quick kiss on her lips, before pulling free of her body, discarding the condom in the bin and flopping down on the bed alongside of Natasha.
    He lay there for a few minutes before rolling onto his side facing her, his hand coming out to rest on her flat stomach. Natasha quivered under his