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her head at him. At that one small barely noticeable shake of her head Eric felt desire explode through his body and he ground his teeth together to get himself under co ntrol.
    With one hand that was shaking slightly he dropped it under the table and curled his fingers over the smooth skin just above her knee.
    He couldn’t believe it. Natasha was here, she had done as he asked and not worn panties and for this week at least, she wa s his.

CHAPTER 2
    Eric reined in his excitement over finally having this gorgeous woman by his side, exactly where he wanted her and focused on his objective wit h her.
    He moved his hand up Natasha’s leg, slipping inwards as he neared the apex to her thighs. He had one goal, to reach her sex. His whole body was tingling, tensing, ready for when he finally reached his destination, to plunge his fingers deep into her pussy. He couldn’t wait until it was his cock plunging into her, but for now, he’d settle for sinking his fingers into her heat.
    Just before he reached his goal, Natasha sucked in a deep breath and suddenly clamped her legs together trapping his hand between her thighs, close enough to her pussy that he could feel her warm humid heat.
    Eric went to nudge her legs apart when a waitress approached their table to see if they were ready to order. He felt Natasha tense up and he turned to her, watching her blush and do everything she could to avoid the waitress’s eyes.
    “Are you happy to let me order for you sweetheart?” He asked her and she nodded, seemingly incapable of s peech.
    He quickly gave their order to the waitress and once she walked away Eric turned his attention back to Natasha who he could see was trembling slightly. “Open your legs.” He told her quietly and he listened as she sucked in a shaky b reath.
    “But.” Her voice was unsure and he could see the tension in her eyes when she turned to look a t him.
    “Don’t worry no one can see what I’m doing.” Eric pressed his hand more forcefully between her legs and felt his excitement surge when she complied, slowly opening her legs to give him a ccess.
    As his hand moved closer to her pussy, he watched as she picked up a glass of water and took a sip. He could see the tremor in her hand as she held the glass, trying desperately not to spill any. His fingers found a narrow strip of tight curls at the juncture to her thighs and he tugged on them lightly before slipping his fingers between the lips of her pussy, pressing a finger over that little nerve centre. At the touch of his fingers on her clit Natasha’s hand jerked, almost spilling some of the water from her glass.
    Eric could see she had a death grip on it and he wondered if the fine glass might snap in her hand if she didn’t ease her hold on it. When she placed the glass back on the table, obviously giving up on the pretence of drinking it, he smiled to hi mself.
    He moved his hand down until he found her opening and plunged two fingers into her. When he buried them deep feeling Natasha’s wet pussy closing around them, he thought he was going to come in his pants. Fuck but she was soaking wet and the feel of her warmth around his fingers was almost his un doing.
    Slowly he dragged them in and out of her dripping entrance, curling his fingers as he sought out her g-spot. Eric knew he’d found it when she gasped and her head fell back against the head rest of the booth seat.
    He started moving his fingers from inside her to her clit, circling it and coating it with her juices. He kept repeating the pattern, plunging into her and then rubbing her clit which was starting to swell under his touch. As he caressed Natasha, her legs opened wider to give him better access as he finger fucked her and she became wetter and w etter.
    “Eric.” She sounded strained and he silently groaned when his cock twitched at the needy desperate note in her voice.
    “It’s ok sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear. “God you’re so wet.”
    He kept working her