Natasha's Awakening (26 page)

He dropped a hand over hers, halting her movements and Natasha sighed impatiently. He pulled back from her, lowering his jeans and stepping free of them, standing before her his penis jutting proudly in front of him. Her eyes lowered to the evidence of his arousal and she approached him again, licking her lips in anticipation. Eric eyed her as she approached him and he grimaced as if in pain. “Bloody hell woman, what’s wrong with you, is the altitude affecting you or something?” He growled. “I mean it baby, slow down, we have plenty of time, we don’t need to rush this.”

Natasha didn’t know what was wrong with her either, all she knew was she wanted him and she wanted him desperately, urgently, she didn’t want to do the long slow thing, she wanted him now, she wanted it hard and she wanted it fast. “I want you to fuck me Eric.” She told him. “Fuck me hard, fuck me as hard as you possibly can.” And she reached out again to curl her fingers around his penis. She could see her words affected him as his shaft swelled even more until it was engorged and a drop of fluid gathered at the head.

“Oh hell Natasha, what am I going to do with you?” He groaned and Natasha smiled.

“Fuck me.” she said. “Please Eric, fuck me now.” And kissed him with all her pent up frustration and desire. With a deep groan, Eric kissed her back, hungrily, sucking her bottom lip into his mouth. He hastily removed her jeans before his hands began running impatiently up and down her body, stopping to caress her breasts, teasing over the sensitive skin of her stomach, before plunging between her legs, to drive a couple of fingers into her dripping entrance.

“Oh fuck sweetheart, you’re so wet, fuck I love how wet you get for me.” And he turned her towards the bed, with her back to him. “Bend over.” He said and Natasha did, her hands braced on the silk bedspread. Eric came up behind her, his hands holding her hips steady and with one hard thrust he buried himself deep into her body.

They both groaned in unison and Eric paused for a moment, struggling to get himself under control before he lunged, slamming into her, nearly pushing her onto the bed. He dug his hands into her hips to hold her steady and began to thrust into her, over and over, his breathing harsh behind her.

Natasha gasped with every hard almost violent thrust of his penis, his fullness a welcoming presence in her body and she moaned as he hit her cervix, over and over again, her climax rising quickly. Eric’s movements became jerky as his control started slipping and she pushed back against him, their bodies crashing together with every thrust, the room filled with the sound of his balls slapping her buttocks and their ragged breathing.

Suddenly an orgasm intense and mind blowing tore through Natasha’s body and she screamed, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she came apart around Eric. He shouted out, thrusting harder into her and his body went rigid behind her, his hips jerked and Natasha felt him spurt hotly into her. With a muffled oath and yelling. “No condom.” Eric pulled free of her body and she felt him pump out the rest of his release over her back.

Natasha’s legs gave out on her and she collapsed onto the bed, Eric following her down where he rolled onto his back alongside of her. She looked over at him and his arm was across his face, hiding his expression from her. She could sense his inner turmoil and knew he’d be regretting the fact that they’d failed to use protection again.

He pulled his arm from his face, his eyes moving to hers. “Fuck it Natasha, we did it again, no fucking condom. I tried to pull out in time but I think I came in you a bit.” He said, his expression clearly showing how frustrated he was with himself. He sat up, looking down at her. “Hang on, don’t move, I need to clean you up.” He said, getting off the bed and heading into the tiny bathroom, returning with a damp towel where he gently wiped the evidence of his release from her back.

Eric returned the towel to the bathroom before climbing back onto the bed with her. “I’m sorry Natasha.” He said quietly. “I’ve put you at risk of an unwanted pregnancy again.” He rolled onto his side, moving close to her. “I told you, I’ll take care of it, if the worst happens, ok?” He said, watching her, trying to gauge her reaction.

Natasha’s heart sank a little. Despite how much at times she thought he might actually care for her a bit, it was evident when this happened that the reality of it all was, he didn’t want to be tied to her in any way. Obviously her getting pregnant was a terrifying thought for him and for a moment she wondered why she had agreed to come to Tasmania with him. She was setting herself up for a broken heart, she knew that and yet here she was, on his company jet, on their way to stay in his country home. Could she survive this? In all reality was she strong enough?

“You’re very quiet baby. What’s wrong?” Eric asked her, studying her expression carefully.

“Nothing Eric.” She told him. “It’s ok, I’m not going to waste time worrying about something that might not happen and if it’s going to, nothing can stop it now, ok?” She met his eyes briefly, not wanting to risk looking at him for too long in case he saw what she was really feeling.

“You’re right of course.” He said. “But I really am sorry. Blame it on you just being too damned irresistible.” He struggled to make light of it, but it wasn’t a light situation, not to Natasha. She hated that Eric affected her so much but she loved him and she couldn’t control the route her heart took and her heart wanted him.

Natasha smiled at Eric, trying to appear unaffected. She didn’t want to spoil their time away, this could very well be the last days she ever spent with him so she pushed her emotions down and leaned in to kiss him, nipping his bottom lip gently. “Please Eric, lets not spoil this time together worrying about a possible pregnancy ok?” She said. “I probably won’t get pregnant anyway, the timing isn’t right, I don’t think.”

Eric pulled her in close against him, sliding one hand down her body before easing a finger into her soaked entrance. He twisted his finger around and Natasha felt her muscles clutch at him again but Eric pulled free from her, holding his finger up for them both to see. “I hope you’re right baby, because I did come in you a bit, this isn’t just you sweetheart, see?” He held his finger towards her.

Natasha felt her insides melt at the sight of their combined passion running down his finger and she captured his hand in hers, raising his finger to her lips where she opened up taking him into her mouth, sucking it clean.

Eric watched her, his eyes glinting with a renewed spark of passion. “Oh fuck baby, that was so fucking hot.” He whispered, bending down to kiss her. “Fuck it, I want you again.” He said and pulled her close, pressing his burgeoning erection against her thigh. “Will I ever get enough of you?” But before she could say anything in response, he kissed her again, slowly, lingeringly and with a sigh she gave herself up to him again.

He got off the bed for a moment, leaving Natasha panting and dug around in the pockets of his jeans until he pulled a condom out of his wallet. As he watched her, watching him, he rolled the condom down his erection and walked back to the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her to the edge of the bed.

Kneeling on the bed, Eric lifted Natasha’s legs onto his shoulders. He dropped his head to run his tongue through her folds, lapping up the juices glistened at her entrance. He blew on her and she squirmed before he resumed his slow circling of her clitoris with his tongue. Her hips jerked and bucked as she was still highly sensitive from her earlier orgasm. He ran his tongue down towards her buttocks and she tensed when he got to unchartered territory for her. “Relax baby.” He said softly and licked around that tightly puckered opening where no one had ever been before and then back again, until he sucked on her clitoris.

Natasha started writhing around, her head moving restlessly on the satiny bedspread as Eric’s tongue drove her crazy and she felt another orgasm building. “Eric.” She moaned and suddenly he shifted and with one hard thrust he filled her to the hilt, forcing a gasp from her lips. Holding her legs he began to move, driving into her hard, over and over, slamming into her, and within moments Natasha stiffened, crying out as her orgasm exploded through her.

Eric slowed his pace as she gasped and moaned through her pleasure and when she fell silent, he began plunging into her again, thrusting harder and harder his grip firm on her legs as he threatened to push her up the bed. Amazingly enough she could feel another orgasm building and as it hit her, tearing through her body, her internal muscles fluttering and clutching at him, Eric let out a loud groan and tensed, his hips jerking and he pumped his release into her.

He lowered her legs to the bed and collapsed on top of her, still buried deep in her body and Natasha wrapped her arms around him as they both gradually came down from their mutual pleasure. Eric lifted his head to kiss her before moving away from her and Natasha instantly missed the feel of him filling her as completely as he did. He got off the bed and picked up his jeans again, digging around in the pocket and pulling something out from one of them. He came back to the bed and stared down at her.

“Baby, I want you to do something for me.” He said. Natasha looked up at him wondering what he was going to ask of her but he opened up his hand revealing the pink egg. She gave him a puzzled look and he sat down on the bed the egg resting on the palm of his hand.

“Do you trust me?” He asked her and she nodded.

“Of course,” she said. “What do you want to do with that? Please don’t say you’re going to use that on me now, I’m not sure I could take it.”

“No, not now.” He said. “But I want you to let me put this in you and leave it there for as long as I decide.” He watched her face to see how she was receiving this news. “I want you to let me control your pleasure, to decide when you have pleasure and that means I want to put this egg in you and I will turn it on if and when I feel like it. Can you agree to that?”

Natasha swallowed torn between feeling nervous over what he was suggesting and excited about giving herself over to him, to give him the control of her. “I don’t know.” She whispered gazing at him, her expression torn.

“Baby, I won’t hurt you, I won’t embarrass you, please let me do this.” He turned the full force of his intense blue gaze on her and she felt herself weaken. It was Eric. Would she ever be able to say no to him?

“Ok.” She heard herself say and Eric smiled, dropping a kiss on her lips before moving his hand down her body and she felt his fingers at her drenched entrance as he slid the egg into her and withdrew his soaked fingers, licking her essence from them as he watched her.

She felt another rush of pleasure deep inside and clenched down on the egg in reaction. She just hoped she survived this, whatever it was that Eric intended doing to her and as she lay there, studying him, his expression, suddenly there was a knock at the door and Claudette’s voice called to them.

“Mr Rothman we land in 20 minutes.” She told him. “I need you back to your seats and seatbelts on, thank you.” She said and Eric called out that they would do so shortly.

Natasha leapt off the bed, suddenly panicked and frantically pulled her clothes on, trying to ignore the feeling of that egg buried inside her. Once she was dressed, she tidied her appearance in the small mirror of the bathroom and turned to Eric who was also dressed and looking very much like a man who had just been well and truly fucked, with his hair in complete disarray. She reached up and using her hands she brushed his hair out as well as she could until he looked a little less like someone who had spent the last hour or so making love.

Eric grinned at her fussing with his hair, seemingly not concerned with how he looked but she pointed out to him that he looked like a man who had just been fucked and he laughed at that. “Well I have baby and it was amazing, you’re amazing.” He told her, his gaze warm as he looked down at her.

“Come on.” She said, tugging on his arm, “Claudette will come in here after us in a minute.” And together they went back out and took their seats. Eric gave her the window seat so she could look out at the landscape below. There was nothing but rolling hills, green pastures, so very green, unlike anything she’d ever seen with the occasional house amongst the green.

The jet dipped lower and lower until they almost appeared to be skimming over fence tops and just moments later, they touched down and Natasha watched the airport flash past as they rushed down the runway, before gradually slowing and taxiing in towards the terminal. The engines wound down until they were silent and Eric got up, pulling Natasha up behind him and together they went to the door, waiting while Claudette opened it. She gave him a warm smile, her eyes like ice when her gaze fell on Natasha.

Natasha hugged Eric’s side, resting her hand on his arm and the look she gave the other woman was challenging. “Back off, he’s mine.” Was clearly evident in the look she shot Claudette and Claudette’s expression got even colder if that was possible.

The captain and co- pilot left the cockpit and Eric introduced Natasha to the men who had brought them safely to Tasmania. When the small talk was over, they left the plane and after going through the terminal Eric walked with long strides towards the large black limo waiting. It looked a little out of place at a fairly small, quiet airport like Launceston, Natasha thought. The driver straightened when he saw Eric and he opened the door for them, dipping his cap at them both and once they were seated in the limo, he moved around to the driver’s side and they started to drive away.

Natasha settled back in her seat, leaning against Eric as she looked out the window at the passing scenery as they headed for his country home.

“Can you go anywhere without a limo?” She asked and Eric gave her his crooked smile.

“That’s me baby, a limo in every State.” And Natasha groaned. “No I don’t go everywhere by limo but I wasn’t going to ask Thomas and Maggie to drive to the airport in separate cars and drop mine off for us to travel to my home in. They’re both in their 50’s and it’s an hour and a half drive to the airport, plus.” He tilted her head up to look into her eyes. “This is a hired limo, not one of mine, ok?” And he dropped a kiss on the top of her head. “Now just sit back and enjoy the ride. Tassie’s a pretty place baby, I hope you like it.” With that, they settled down watching the scenery flash by them as they headed for Eric’s country home.