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deep within her. He reared back, dragging her legs up onto his shoulders before slamming back into her body, burying his penis to the hilt, deep within her.
Natasha gasped at the feel of him so deep. Eric pulled a pillow over and wedged it under her hips to help hold her tilted as she was. With his arms braced, looming over her, he thrust into her again and again, in an intense, powerful, primal assault of her body and Natasha grabbed his hips hanging on as he slammed into her, their bodies slapping together.
The feelings building in Natasha were intense, different, she had a full feeling and she tensed, afraid she was going to pee herself, when suddenly her body exploded, a scream torn from her as pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced so far overwhelmed her.
Eric paused briefly before continuing to slam into her. Natasha was wet, he was wet, everything was suddenly soaked and as Eric thrust into her, the room filled with a wet slapping sound as their bodies smashed together.
Natasha could feel something running from her body and she momentarily panicked that she was losing control of her bladder. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, she’d peed herself.
Eric gave one last hard thrust, his head went back, the veins in his neck and temple standing out and he came hard in her, her name shouted from his lips. He thrust a few more times uncontrollably, his body shaking, his breathing laboured before lowering Natasha’s legs to the bed and collapsing on top of her.
Natasha wrapped her arms around Eric, his back was damp with sweat and tremors racked his long frame. The hard length of him still filled her, twitching with aftershocks from his explosive release. They lay like that for a while, Eric’s heart pounding against her, his breathing ragged and rasping in her ear. She shifted her hips slightly and could feel Eric’s softening length in her still. He seemed reluctant to move away from her, but he was going to have to soon. Natasha was starting to feel uncomfortable as the bed felt quite wet under her.
“Eric.” She pushed gently on his shoulders and he pulled away from her, rolling onto his back. He plucked the condom off and tossed it in the bin by the bed, before sprawling out on the mattress.
He lay there for a moment, before rolling onto his side, reaching out to pull Natasha to him, his arm wrapped possessively around her, one leg lying over hers. Together, like that, they lay there until their breathing had settled back down to normal.
Natasha wriggled, still lying on the damp mattress that had cooled down beneath her.
“Stop moving.” Eric told her, his hand on her hip, holding her still.
“Eric, I want to move over, the…the bed’s wet.” She said embarrassment lacing her voice.
He opened an eye to look at her. “That’s from you baby.” He said. Natasha blushed at Eric’s words. As her face flooded with colour he rose up on one elbow to look at her.
“What’s wrong Natasha?” He asked her, a frown marring his face.
“I know it is Eric, I think I wet myself.” She dropped her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
Eric’s hand came out to cup her cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” He said. “You don’t know what just happened, do you?” A warm glow in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Natasha looked into his gorgeous eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“Baby, you did something amazing,” he said, “You squirted.” He told her. “Some women can do what they call female ejaculation and that’s what just happened.” He bent to kiss her softly on the lips. “It was so bloody sexy sweetheart, don’t ever be embarrassed for being so turned on.” He told her.
Natasha relaxed into Eric’s arms, feeling better. She shifted uncomfortably again. “Can we move over though?” She said. “I’m lying in a wet patch.”
Eric laughed and slid over more in the vast bed, dragging Natasha with him. His arms stayed locked around her, as if reluctant to let her go. She closed her eyes,
Natasha gasped at the feel of him so deep. Eric pulled a pillow over and wedged it under her hips to help hold her tilted as she was. With his arms braced, looming over her, he thrust into her again and again, in an intense, powerful, primal assault of her body and Natasha grabbed his hips hanging on as he slammed into her, their bodies slapping together.
The feelings building in Natasha were intense, different, she had a full feeling and she tensed, afraid she was going to pee herself, when suddenly her body exploded, a scream torn from her as pleasure unlike anything she’d experienced so far overwhelmed her.
Eric paused briefly before continuing to slam into her. Natasha was wet, he was wet, everything was suddenly soaked and as Eric thrust into her, the room filled with a wet slapping sound as their bodies smashed together.
Natasha could feel something running from her body and she momentarily panicked that she was losing control of her bladder. ‘Oh god,’ she thought, she’d peed herself.
Eric gave one last hard thrust, his head went back, the veins in his neck and temple standing out and he came hard in her, her name shouted from his lips. He thrust a few more times uncontrollably, his body shaking, his breathing laboured before lowering Natasha’s legs to the bed and collapsing on top of her.
Natasha wrapped her arms around Eric, his back was damp with sweat and tremors racked his long frame. The hard length of him still filled her, twitching with aftershocks from his explosive release. They lay like that for a while, Eric’s heart pounding against her, his breathing ragged and rasping in her ear. She shifted her hips slightly and could feel Eric’s softening length in her still. He seemed reluctant to move away from her, but he was going to have to soon. Natasha was starting to feel uncomfortable as the bed felt quite wet under her.
“Eric.” She pushed gently on his shoulders and he pulled away from her, rolling onto his back. He plucked the condom off and tossed it in the bin by the bed, before sprawling out on the mattress.
He lay there for a moment, before rolling onto his side, reaching out to pull Natasha to him, his arm wrapped possessively around her, one leg lying over hers. Together, like that, they lay there until their breathing had settled back down to normal.
Natasha wriggled, still lying on the damp mattress that had cooled down beneath her.
“Stop moving.” Eric told her, his hand on her hip, holding her still.
“Eric, I want to move over, the…the bed’s wet.” She said embarrassment lacing her voice.
He opened an eye to look at her. “That’s from you baby.” He said. Natasha blushed at Eric’s words. As her face flooded with colour he rose up on one elbow to look at her.
“What’s wrong Natasha?” He asked her, a frown marring his face.
“I know it is Eric, I think I wet myself.” She dropped her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
Eric’s hand came out to cup her cheek. “Oh sweetheart.” He said. “You don’t know what just happened, do you?” A warm glow in his eyes as he gazed at her.
Natasha looked into his gorgeous eyes. “What do you mean?” She asked.
“Baby, you did something amazing,” he said, “You squirted.” He told her. “Some women can do what they call female ejaculation and that’s what just happened.” He bent to kiss her softly on the lips. “It was so bloody sexy sweetheart, don’t ever be embarrassed for being so turned on.” He told her.
Natasha relaxed into Eric’s arms, feeling better. She shifted uncomfortably again. “Can we move over though?” She said. “I’m lying in a wet patch.”
Eric laughed and slid over more in the vast bed, dragging Natasha with him. His arms stayed locked around her, as if reluctant to let her go. She closed her eyes,
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