Natasha's Awakening (24 page)

“Oh Eric.” She sighed. “Why wouldn’t you let me help you like I wanted to?” She asked, resting her hand on his shoulder and she felt him tense, his entire body was rigid.

“I told you, I wanted to take care of you. After what happened, I had to show you somehow that this time together isn’t just about how many times I can get laid, ok?” He turned his head to meet her gaze.

Natasha’s heart leapt at his words, he did care, well he cared enough to want to make her happy even if it meant he was now stuck in this situation, sporting a huge hard on which he refused to allow her to assist him with.

She stepped closer to him so she could lean back against the edge of the vanity unit watching Eric’s face as he stared down at her, frustration and arousal evident in the darkening of his eyes and the rigid stance of his body.

“God, don’t look at me like that baby.” He whispered, releasing his almost strangle hold on his penis, his hands curling into fists as he fought to keep himself under control. Natasha leaned towards him, placing her hands on his chest, feeling the frantic beating of his heart and she reached up to kiss him, running her tongue along his bottom lip, tracing the shape of it, before nipping at it lightly with her teeth. Eric groaned, but still he didn’t touch her.

Natasha stepped back from him and reached up under the skirt of her dress, sliding her delicate thong down her legs, before stepping free of it and pushing it to one side with her foot.

“Natasha.” Eric groaned. “What are you doing?”

She smiled at him. “Well if you don’t know, I’m not doing it right.” She said, quoting his words from before and Eric gave her a tight smile.

“Are you giving me cheek?” He asked and she put on her most sultry sounding voice.

“I want to give you so much more than cheek.” She whispered and reached down to the hem of her dress, slowly pulling it up her body and over her head, tossing it aside too. She unclasped her bra and it joined her pile of clothes on the floor, leaving her standing before him naked.

She watched his body stiffen, his hard penis jerk in response to her standing before him in all her natural beauty. Natasha curled one hand around his straining shaft and Eric tensed, dragging a harsh breath into his lungs.

He placed a hand over hers, squeezing her fingers to keep her still. “God baby, don’t, I’m so close.” He gasped and she couldn’t help but smile when she watched a drop of pre seminal fluid bead at the head of his swollen shaft.

“Let me do this. I want to do this. Please.” She said and watched Eric’s face as he battled with himself. Slowly his hand lifted from hers and she started to slide her hand up and down the hard length of him. Eric groaned, his hands finding her waist and biting into her skin as he struggled to gain some kind of control. She continued with her slow movements of her hand along his shaft, feeling the tremors racking his body.

Natasha looked up at his face to find his eyes closed, his teeth gritted and with a small smile to herself, she dropped to her knees before him. Eric’s eyes shot open and he gave a groan so tortured sounding, she thought he was in pain. “Oh hell baby, you’re gonna kill me.” His voice was strained.

She placed a hand under his balls, cupping them in her palm and watched his face as he sucked in a deep breath. Bending forward, she touched her lips to his rock hard length, kissing a trail of moist kisses down his shaft. Gently she ran her tongue back up his penis, flicking over the head to lick up that drop of fluid that hung there and she heard Eric moan.

Again Natasha left a trail of kisses down his penis and licked her way back up, teasing him with her maddening touch, but not giving him what he wanted.

“Damn you woman, you are going to kill me.” He ground out in frustration. “Stop bloody torturing me. Suck on me. Take me into your mouth.” He opened his eyes to look down at her and she grinned at him before parting her lips wide and taking him deep into her mouth.

“Fuck.” Was all Eric managed, his hands grabbing the edge of the vanity as his legs started shaking once he felt the moist warmth of Natasha’s mouth drawing him deep into her. She braced her hands on his thighs and with no more of the slow torturing, she began to suck hard on him, moving him in and out between her lips, flicking her tongue over the head of his rigid penis.

She could feel Eric’s control slipping and he surged into her mouth, brushing the back of her throat. She opened wider, taking him as deep as she could as she listened to his heavily drawn breaths. He shook violently, tremors rocking his body and she knew he was close.

“Oh fuck Natasha, fuck it, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He shouted and with one final thrust into her mouth, he exploded. The warmth of his release pumping into her, washing against the back of her throat and Natasha frantically swallowed, struggling not to choke as he spilled over and over again into her mouth.

She sucked on him, drawing the last drops from him until he was spent and almost collapsed forward against the vanity. His panting was loud in the room, his body shaking violently and Natasha touched her lips to his penis one final time before climbing gracefully to her feet. Eric’s arms came around her and he held her in an embrace so tight, she struggled to breathe, but she refused to try and get him to release her, she simply clung to him too, loving how desperately he needed to be in her arms right now.

Finally his heart rate slowed and his breathing settled. He pulled back from her enough to drop a kiss on her lips, grimacing slightly at the taste of himself. Natasha couldn’t help but smile at his expression. She loved the taste of him, she couldn’t get enough, although she had to admit, she’d struggled a bit coping with the volume from his release. He really had been desperately in need of some help and it thrilled her that she could nearly bring him to his knees with his desire for her.

“Shower with me?” He asked and Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “Just shower.” He said. “Trust me, I’m not up to anything else after that. I thought my heart was going to give out.”

He cupped her cheeks, gazing deep into her eyes. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing, I was going to take care of that.” He pointed to his softening penis, “But I’m so glad you were as insistent as you were. It wouldn’t have been anywhere near as fantastic if I’d taken care of my little situation myself. Thank you baby.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

Natasha couldn’t help but laugh, “That was no ‘little situation’ you had there.” She said. “That was a BIG situation you had going on there.” Laughing again when Eric pulled himself up, looking very smug. “Men.” she joked. “It’s all about the size, isn’t it?” And he grinned.

“You’d better believe it baby.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her and Natasha burst out laughing, smacking him on the arm.

She walked over to turn on the taps adjusting them until the temperature felt right. “Come on Mr.” She said. “I thought you wanted to shower together?” She tilted her head to one side her eyes running down the length of him. “You gonna have a shower like that? Wet t-shirt competition maybe?” She pointed to him and he chuckled, his eyes lighting up as he looked at her. Quickly he pulled his jeans down the rest of the way, kicking them free of his feet and tugged his t-shirt over his head.

Natasha watched him undress, the way the light played over his muscles and she sighed. God he was gorgeous and for now, he was hers. With one final glance at him, she stepped into the shower turning to beckon to him and with a grin Eric followed her in, pulling the door closed behind him.

                                                                             Chapter 12.

The following morning Natasha woke when sunlight came streaming in around the closed blinds in the bedroom. She lay there for a moment contemplating what today would bring. Her and Eric were leaving for Tasmania today to stay in his country home for a few days.

Eric was still sleeping one arm flung across her and she carefully turned over so she didn’t wake him. He lay on his back, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed the other one over her legs, pinning her down. It always amazed her how he slept with his limbs hanging all over the place. His arm was still across her and Natasha carefully moved it so she could roll onto her side facing his sleeping form.

His head was turned towards her, his long lashes fanning his cheeks, lips slightly parted and she couldn’t help but feel that it was unfair for him to look so sexy while sleeping when she probably drooled or something.

She had a sudden pressing urge for the bathroom so she carefully extracted herself from Eric and slipped out of bed, not bothering with a robe and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.

Once she was done, she brushed her teeth and combed out the tangles from her hair then tip toed back to bed where Eric still lay asleep. She carefully climbed back in alongside of him and lay watching him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. She placed a hand on his chest, looking to see if he stirred and when she saw that he hadn’t, she began to move her hand down over his stomach, following the narrow trail of hair which disappeared under the sheet that covered him.

Her fingers encountered his erection and her eyes rose to his face expecting to find him awake, but he was still sleeping. She curled her fingers around his penis, running them down to the base of his shaft and back up again, flicking her thumb over the head. Natasha kept the slow movements going, feeling him lengthen and get even harder. This time when she turned her eyes to his face, he was watching her from just narrow slits, the blue of his eyes glittering at her with his growing arousal.

“Good morning baby.” Eric’s voice was husky. “Are you having fun there?” He gave her a sleepy smile and Natasha grinned back at him.

“I could be having so much more fun.” She told him and sat up, straddling his hips.

She bent down and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, feeling it harden against her tongue. She repeated the same thing on the other one, then sat back to study the effect. Eric watched her, his lips slightly parted and unable to resist, Natasha leaned in to kiss him, slipping her tongue between his teeth, coaxing a response from him. He responded by opening his mouth to give her better access. The kiss deepened and she could feel his erect penis pressing against her stomach as she lay over him. Natasha began a rhythmic rocking of her body sliding against his hard shaft and Eric groaned softly.

She broke away from their kiss, stretching over him to reach into the drawer, pulling out a condom. She felt Eric’s mouth close over one of her nipples as she leaned over him and she hesitated, while he licked and sucked until it was a hard peak.

Finally she pulled away, sitting up, tearing the wrapper away from the condom and rolling it down his length. Eric’s hands came up to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples and she closed her eyes. With each pull on her nipples, she felt it spear through her deep inside.

She grasped his straining penis, rose up, positioning herself over his shaft and lowered, easing herself onto his erection. They both sighed as their bodies came together and Natasha sat for a moment, straddling Eric’s hips, just savouring the fullness of him deep inside her.

He ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him as he thrust up. “Impatient are we?” She asked smiling down at him and he nodded.

“We have to leave for the airport in a couple of hours baby.” He said, his voice husky with arousal. “Much as I’d love to stay here, making love with you all day, we don’t have that kind of time.” And he thrust up again.

“Oh god.” Natasha groaned when Eric’s penis hit her cervix and she ground down hard on him, rotating her hips before beginning to rise up and down, impaling herself on his engorged shaft. As she felt her pleasure increasing she tightened around him, her internal muscles clinging to his erection and he gasped, thrusting up hard in response.

Suddenly all control was lost and Natasha started riding Eric hard, her breasts bouncing with her movements. She dropped her hands on his chest, leaning forward which changed his angle inside her and another ripple of pleasure went through her.

She continued with her frantic pace, feeling her climax building and she could tell Eric was close too with the harsh rasping breaths he took. He met her movements with deep thrusts, his fingers biting into her hips to hold her, his eyes narrow slits as he watched her. He moved a hand to where they were joined and began circling her swollen nub. Natasha gasped and dropped down hard on Eric, rotating her hips and grinding into him, her movements jerky as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. With one more flick of his fingers over her clitoris her climax rocked through her body and she cried out. She heard Eric shout her name and felt him spill deep inside, his warmth flooding her.

Natasha collapsed on his chest and Eric’s arms came around her holding her close as they both fought for breath, their hearts pounding in unison. Once her heart rate had settled and the tremors racking her body had eased, Natasha climbed off Eric and stretched out alongside of him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She suddenly felt very lethargic and her eyes drifted shut.

“Baby, you’re not falling asleep on me are you?” Eric asked, his voice rumbling through his chest and into her ear.

“Mmmm.” She mumbled and felt him chuckle.

“Come on sweetheart, don’t you dare fall asleep, we have to get out of here soon.” He said, nudging her. He peeled her off him and climbed out of bed disposing of the condom in the bin. Natasha rolled onto her stomach making no effort to move.

She peered through one eye to watch Eric as he stretched, arms raised above his head before stepping up to the bed next to her. His hand swept down her spine, curving over her buttocks and she shivered at his touch. He bent down to her, his lips against her ear. “Baby. “ He said softly. “I told you, don’t fall asleep.” And suddenly the palm of his hand came down on her rear, hard enough to make her jump violently and the crack of his hand against her now smarting buttock brought a surprised. “Ouch.” To her lips and she rubbed at her stinging cheek.