deep into her throat, and Eric groaned again. “God Natasha.” He yelled. She sucked hard on his penis, flicking her tongue over the tip, back and forth then traced her way up the underside of his rock hard length before taking him deep within her mouth again. Eric was shaking uncontrollably, his hips thrusting forward, pushing deeper into her mouth so he was hitting the back of her throat.
Natasha tightened her lips more, grazing her teeth over him, and suddenly Eric shouted out. “Fuck, Natasha,” he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Natasha felt the surge through his penis, just before he started spilling into her mouth, the warm liquid spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed his seed as he continued to pump into her and when it finally stopped, she sucked him, drawing the last drops from him before releasing him from her mouth.
Eric’s hips twitched when Natasha ran her fingers lightly down his shaft and he bent down, grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet. She gazed into his eyes, her mind still reeling from what she’d just done to him. His hands cupped her cheeks.
“God sweetheart, you’re amazing.” He smiled at her, his breathing still heavy. “Where did you learn to do that?” He asked her.
Natasha blushed. “I’ve never done that before.” She said a little shyly.
“What?” he exclaimed. “You’re kidding.” He stared at her in shock. “Baby, you’re a natural.”
Natasha felt the blush spread over her cheeks. “So you liked it?” She asked him.
Eric pulled her into his arms. “Do you even have to ask?” He dropped his head to kiss her.
Eric pulled back from her, enough so he could see her face. “Now it’s your turn.” He said.
“Oh no Eric.” She said, stepping away. “I think I’m clean now so please can we get out of the shower?” She held her fingers up to him. “I’m starting to look like a prune.”
Eric laughed. “Well we can’t have that now can we?” He grinned.
He turned away from Natasha to shut the water off and opened the shower doors, reaching out to grab two towels from the rails. He wrapped one around Natasha’s body and she stepped out of the shower. He quickly wrapped the second towel around his waist then reached for another towel, stepping behind her to start gently drying her hair with the towel.
He massaged Natasha’s scalp, carefully absorbing as much of the water from her hair, as he could. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, he picked up one of the hairbrushes, and started to sweep it gently through the tangled mane of her hair. Natasha watched him in the mirror, his brow furrowed, as he concentrated, obviously not wanting to hurt her. She smiled to herself as she watched his careful administrations on her wildly tangled curls.
“What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Natasha’s eyes met his in the mirror. “I’m just surprised.” She said, “Mr Big Corporate Business Man, brushing his employee’s hair.” She teased him.
Eric swatted her on the rear with the hairbrush, making her yelp. “Are you being cheeky to your Boss?” He scolded.
“Me? Never.” She said, giving him a wide eyed innocent look.
Eric grabbed her, swinging her up into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on so she wouldn’t fall. Eric strode across the bedroom, stopping at the bed, before throwing her onto it. Natasha squealed as she hit the mattress, laughing up at him. Eric dropped onto the mattress by her side. He reached out, pulling the towel free from where she had it tied at her breasts.
“Now It’s your turn.” He said.
“It’s my turn for what?” Natasha asked.
“You know what.” Eric said, tugging on the towel until he’d pulled it out from under her, leaving her naked. He slid higher up the bed until his face was in line with hers, propping himself on one elbow, where his eyes roamed over her features.
They looked
Natasha tightened her lips more, grazing her teeth over him, and suddenly Eric shouted out. “Fuck, Natasha,” he yelled, “Fuck, fuck, FUCK!” Natasha felt the surge through his penis, just before he started spilling into her mouth, the warm liquid spurting into the back of her throat. She swallowed his seed as he continued to pump into her and when it finally stopped, she sucked him, drawing the last drops from him before releasing him from her mouth.
Eric’s hips twitched when Natasha ran her fingers lightly down his shaft and he bent down, grabbing her arms and pulling her to her feet. She gazed into his eyes, her mind still reeling from what she’d just done to him. His hands cupped her cheeks.
“God sweetheart, you’re amazing.” He smiled at her, his breathing still heavy. “Where did you learn to do that?” He asked her.
Natasha blushed. “I’ve never done that before.” She said a little shyly.
“What?” he exclaimed. “You’re kidding.” He stared at her in shock. “Baby, you’re a natural.”
Natasha felt the blush spread over her cheeks. “So you liked it?” She asked him.
Eric pulled her into his arms. “Do you even have to ask?” He dropped his head to kiss her.
Eric pulled back from her, enough so he could see her face. “Now it’s your turn.” He said.
“Oh no Eric.” She said, stepping away. “I think I’m clean now so please can we get out of the shower?” She held her fingers up to him. “I’m starting to look like a prune.”
Eric laughed. “Well we can’t have that now can we?” He grinned.
He turned away from Natasha to shut the water off and opened the shower doors, reaching out to grab two towels from the rails. He wrapped one around Natasha’s body and she stepped out of the shower. He quickly wrapped the second towel around his waist then reached for another towel, stepping behind her to start gently drying her hair with the towel.
He massaged Natasha’s scalp, carefully absorbing as much of the water from her hair, as he could. Once he was satisfied with his efforts, he picked up one of the hairbrushes, and started to sweep it gently through the tangled mane of her hair. Natasha watched him in the mirror, his brow furrowed, as he concentrated, obviously not wanting to hurt her. She smiled to herself as she watched his careful administrations on her wildly tangled curls.
“What are you smiling about?” Eric’s voice interrupted her thoughts.
Natasha’s eyes met his in the mirror. “I’m just surprised.” She said, “Mr Big Corporate Business Man, brushing his employee’s hair.” She teased him.
Eric swatted her on the rear with the hairbrush, making her yelp. “Are you being cheeky to your Boss?” He scolded.
“Me? Never.” She said, giving him a wide eyed innocent look.
Eric grabbed her, swinging her up into his arms and carrying her out of the bathroom. Natasha wrapped her arms around his neck, hanging on so she wouldn’t fall. Eric strode across the bedroom, stopping at the bed, before throwing her onto it. Natasha squealed as she hit the mattress, laughing up at him. Eric dropped onto the mattress by her side. He reached out, pulling the towel free from where she had it tied at her breasts.
“Now It’s your turn.” He said.
“It’s my turn for what?” Natasha asked.
“You know what.” Eric said, tugging on the towel until he’d pulled it out from under her, leaving her naked. He slid higher up the bed until his face was in line with hers, propping himself on one elbow, where his eyes roamed over her features.
They looked
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