Natasha's Awakening by J. A Melville Page A

for the bruise that was getting darker on her neck, thanks to Eric.
    Hunting through her cosmetics bag, Natasha found her concealer pen and started applying some to the hickey to try and hide it as well as she could. The concealer helped, but the hickey was still slightly visible.
    “Damn you Eric.” She muttered to herself. With nothing more that she could do to conceal it, Natasha left the bathroom and headed back to the bedroom. The ensuite door was still closed and she could hear the sound of an electric shaver coming from inside.
    Natasha went to the walk in robe so she could get dressed before Eric came out of the bathroom. She took a full length, black evening gown down from its hanger. She discarded the robe then slid the zipper down, stepping into the gown, carefully pulling it up her body. Reaching behind her, she worked the long zipper up until it was done up. She looked at herself in the mirror, smoothing the fabric down her body. The gown hugged her figure lovingly. The strapless bodice with its heart shaped neckline came to just above her breasts, and combined with the push up bra, it gave her just the right amount of cleavage. The bodice fitted her like a glove showing off her tiny waist to it full advantage. The fabric hugged her hips before flowing freely to her ankles.
    When she stepped forward, that was when the dress revealed its secret. The material parted at the front, revealing one of her stocking clad legs through the split that ran almost to the top of her thigh. With a slow twirl to check her appearance and satisfied with the result, Natasha selected her black clutch purse and slipped her deep rose pink lipstick inside. Finally she was ready.
    When Natasha walked back to the bedroom, Eric was dressing. He had on black trousers, shoes, and had pulled on a crisp, white shirt which still hung open on him. His fingers were on a button about to start doing them up, when he glanced up, seeing Natasha for the first time. His fingers fell away from the buttons and he froze, his eyes sweeping down the length of her.
    Eric strode towards her, stopping just in front of her. “My god Natasha, you look stunning.” His voice reflected the warmth showing in his eyes. “Turn for me.” He demanded and she slowly turned before him, the split opening just enough to reveal her to her knees.
    Eric put out a hand to cup her chin, raising her face to his so he could bend down and touch his lips carefully to hers, mindful of not messing up her lipstick.
    “I’ve changed my mind, can we stay here for dinner?” He asked bending to drop another kiss on her neck where the hickey was. He pulled her towards him, pressing her body to his and Natasha could feel his growing erection causing her body to leap in response.
    She pulled free of his arms, stepping back from him. “Nice try Mister.” She joked, her voice slightly breathless. It took so little for her senses to go into Eric overload when he held her but she ignored her uncontrollable response to him since she wanted food, she was starving.
    “I didn’t go to all this trouble to get ready to go to dinner, just to eat here.” She said.
    With a melodramatic sigh Eric resumed the fastening of his shirt buttons, before knotting his striped black, white and silver tie then finishing off with his black jacket.
    Natasha watched dress, her heart beating a little faster at the sight of him. God but he was sexy. He returned to the bathroom to run a comb through his hair and finish off with some aftershave. Once he was done, he walked back to Natasha.
    “Right well, let’s go then.” He said and Natasha nodded breathing in the scent of Eric’s aftershave. He smelt so good but then he always did.
    They left their suite, and Eric punched the button for the elevator. As they waited, he took her hand in his, lifting it to his lips, kissing her palm. A small shiver ran through Natasha’s body in response. When was this man going to stop having such an effect on her?
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