Natasha's Awakening (78 page)

Natasha had taken to expressing milk even though she felt like a cow when she hooked herself up to the breast pump but having milk that could be offered to them in a bottle meant she could get out occasionally on her own and her and Eric had even escaped the house a couple of times and gone out to dinner even though she had been riddled with guilt for daring to leave her babies at home in the care of someone else, even if that someone else was Beverly.

Finally by the time the twins were 9 weeks old Natasha’s bleeding had stopped and she had gone on the pill, but one that was safe for her to take while breast feeding as neither her or Eric had any desire to return to condoms once she was in a position to resume a normal sex life with him. The cast was off her leg and although the skin looked different and she’d lost some muscle tone in the leg, she’d healed up quite well apart from a scar where the bone had come through. The surgeon had done a remarkable job on her though, so the scar was minimal but Natasha didn’t really care about it, she was just glad to be able to walk on her leg again.

After so many weeks without being able to have Eric make love to her, she was hungry for her husband. She’d taken care of him almost every day and although he’d wanted to return the favour, she hadn’t felt comfortable about him touching her intimately while she was still bleeding.

Natasha didn’t tell Eric she was good to go again, she just secretly made arrangements with Beverly to look after the twins for the evening. She spent part of the day expressing milk for them and Alice prepared a romantic dinner which Natasha just had to remove from the oven when Eric got home, then Alice had made herself scarce, returning to her cottage and Beverly retired to her room.

After a luxurious bath and pampering herself, Natasha applied some light make up, dried her hair into a riot of soft curls down her back, then slipped on a deep blue dress made from a fabric which hugged her body. With Erica and Nathaniel being such a drain on her, Natasha’s body was almost back to its pre pregnancy shape except for her breasts which were considerably larger and fuller while she was breast feeding. She knew Eric was enjoying their larger size since he always seemed to want to touch them but then he always wanted to touch her.

She checked her appearance and felt a rush of happiness that she could finally feel like a woman again and not a victim of an attack. Ok, her body was still showing the evidence of what had happened with her leg not looking quite right and her stomach wasn’t as flat as it used to be after being pregnant, but that would all sort itself out in time.

Once she was dressed and ready for Eric coming home, Natasha went downstairs to check on dinner. She kept glancing at the clock excited for her husband to get home so they could begin their romantic evening together. She hoped he wouldn’t be too tired since he didn’t know about her plans for him yet.

When Natasha heard the limo pull up out the front of the house, she quickly glanced around to make sure everything was as she wanted it. The table was set, candles burning, the overhead lighting dimmed and music played softly in the room. All she had to do was serve the meal when Eric was ready to eat.

Eric walked through the door and Natasha noticed the signs of fatigue around his eyes and her heart sank. He looked exhausted and suddenly her romantic evening was looking very doubtful.

His eyes widened when he saw Natasha waiting for him and they got even wider when he saw the way she was dressed. “God baby, aren’t you a vision to come home to.” He said, pulling her into his arms and kissing her.

Natasha responded with all the pent up frustration bubbling over and she curved her body into his, her hands delving into his hair to rake through his silky strands. Eric groaned and pulled her closer, his tongue sliding into her mouth and hers tangled with his as they thoroughly explored the inside of each other’s mouths.

It was Eric who finally dragged his lips away from hers, his breathing ragged. “Fuck baby, what a welcome home.” Suddenly he spotted the dining room with the low lighting and candles burning and his gaze was questioning when he turned back to her. “What’s going on Natasha? How are the twins? Where’s Beverly?” He hit her with a barrage of questions.

She merely looked up at Eric and smiled. Bending forward, she whispered in his ear. “The twins are fine. Beverly is taking care of them tonight. I’m not bleeding anymore so I’m trying to seduce my husband. Is it working?” Then straightened back up to watch the affect her words had on him.

It didn’t take long and she watched the range of emotions flicker across his face. First the recognition of what she’d said, then understanding, before desire burned brightly in his eyes. “Oh fuck baby, you’ve just made me hard as hell. What do you mean Beverly’s looking after Erica and Nathaniel tonight? Where’s Alice?”

“Geez Mr CEO, you’re a little slow tonight aren’t you? Alice has gone back to her cottage and left dinner in the oven so I just have to serve it. Beverly has agreed to take care of the twins tonight. I expressed enough milk so she will have plenty to feed them during the night and she will look after them…all…night.” Natasha told him punctuating her last few words with a kiss to his chin.

Eric groaned. “You’re killing me baby. I suppose you want to eat first? Of course, you need to eat first.” He dropped a hard kiss on her lips. “I’ll go up and get changed and then we can eat.” He pulled her into his arms, one hand sliding down her back to curve over her buttocks dragging her up close against his body.

He groaned, reluctantly releasing her but not before Natasha had felt the hard ridge of his penis pressing into her stomach. She almost told him to hell with dinner but stopped herself at the last moment. Alice had gone to the trouble of preparing it, they had to at least do the right thing and eat it.

While Eric went upstairs to change, Natasha served the dinner then loaded the few dishes from the sink, into the dishwasher.

She’d just sat down to wait for Eric, when he walked back into the room and her heart fluttered wildly in her chest when she saw him. He was wearing a pair of well faded jeans, the denim soft from age and the  knees had torn through. He was barefoot and had on a black t-shirt which hugged the muscles of his body almost lovingly.

A strong surge of arousal swept through Natasha and it took every ounce of her self control not to leap up from the table and demand he make love to her straight away.

Somehow they both got through dinner, neither talking, just exchanging heated glances and after their meal, Natasha loaded the dishes into the dishwasher and then fell into Eric’s arms.

“Come on baby, we need to get upstairs.” He gasped after they had exchanged a kiss so filled with passion that Natasha’s toes had curled and her fingers dug into Eric’s shoulders. “I don’t really want to shock the hell out of Beverly when she comes down to get bottles to feed Erica and Nathaniel.”

Natasha grinned, “Ok then Mr CEO, why don’t you take me upstairs to our bedroom and have your way with me, if you want to that is?”

“Fuck woman, what do you reckon?” He hauled her against him, grinding his erection into her stomach. “Come on.” He said, grabbing her hand and rushing her towards the stairs.

Once they made it upstairs, Eric closed the door and backed Natasha towards the bed. He didn’t waste time trying to remove her clothing slowly and seductively, he simply reached down grabbing the hem of her dress and pulled it up and over her head.

He tossed it aside and quickly unclasped her bra, watching as her breasts bounced free. He reached out and cupped them, testing their heavier weight. They were quite a bit bigger now she was breast feeding and Eric seemed fascinated with them, running his thumbs over her nipples until they formed hard peaks.

Natasha gasped when he lowered his head and sucked one nipple into his mouth, caressing it with his tongue, while his thumb continued to brush over her other nipple. Once he was satisfied with her painfully erect, nipple, wet from his mouth, he transferred his attention to the other one.

As he pulled on her nipples with his teeth, Natasha felt the sensation low in the pit of her stomach and her hands came up to tangle in his hair, holding the silky strands as she gasped and moaned under the attention of his mouth.

When he brought his lips back to hers, forcing her to open so he could thrust his tongue into her mouth, Natasha’s hands moved to the belt of his jeans and she unbuckled them with hands that shook, pulling the belt free and throwing it onto the floor. She unbuttoned his jeans and gently lowered the zip, sliding her hand inside to grasp his straining, engorged penis, shivering when Eric groaned into her mouth.

He stepped back, dragging his lips from hers and hastily shoved his jeans down and stepped out of them before reaching out to Natasha again and with his thumbs hooked under her panties, he slipped them over her hips and down her legs until she could kick them free.

“God baby, you look so beautiful.” Eric groaned his eyes roaming over her as she stood naked before him. If the slightly rounder stomach and the scar on her leg bothered him at all, it wasn’t showing in his expression, that was for sure. All Natasha could see was his love and his desire for her burning in his blue gaze.

“I’m not sure I’m going to be able to take this slow.” He ground out, a muscle ticking in his jaw. “You deserve to be loved and loved slowly but it feels like forever since I’ve been able to have you and I’m not sure I can do that, take it slow, not for the first time.”

Natasha watched the tremor running through his body, the way his erection strained towards her, the veins all standing out along the length of his steel like shaft. She could see the bead of pre seminal sitting like a pearl, glistening under the lights and as she watched, it welled over and ran slowly down the side of his penis until it settled into the courser hair that surrounded his erection.

She stepped towards him until they were almost touching and whispered. “I don’t want to you to go slowly Eric. It’s been so long and I want you so much. I feel like I’ve waited a life time to be able to make love with you again.”

She curled her fingers around his shaft, sliding her hand up to the head which squeezed another drop from him which she licked off her fingers, drawing a pained groan from Eric. “Fuck me now Mr CEO.” She whispered.

Eric closed his eyes for a moment, an almost tortured look on his face, before he looked down at her again, his eyes burning with his desire. He scooped her up and deposited her on the bed where Natasha backed up until she lay in the centre, her legs parted watching his face as he came down crawling over the bed until he was between her legs, his eyes fixed on the delicate flesh at the apex to her thighs, pink and wet with her arousal.

He lowered his head and at the first touch of his tongue against her sensitive skin, her hips jerked. God, it had been so long since she’d felt his mouth on her there.

His tongue laved over her clitoris, over and over again until it was swollen and hard. Her hips rose off the bed pressing into him and she writhed against him, desperate for her first long awaited release.

Eric lifted his mouth from her and brushed his fingers over her, delving between her folds to bury two fingers deep inside her. Natasha’s muscles clamped down around him as he worked them in and out of her. She moaned, pushing up into his touch, wanting more.

“Easy baby.” Eric said. “I’m going to take care of you. We have all night sweetheart.”

“What happened to you not being able to go slow?” Frustration laced Natasha’s voice. “I want you now Eric, please. I don’t want to wait. It’s been too long.” She gasped her hips moving in time with his fingers that still pushed in and out of her.

Eric removed his fingers and she cried out but when his head lowered and he licked his way down her seam, parting her folds with his tongue and pushing it into her before licking his way back to her sensitive nub, she gasped, her hips bucking as her excitement grew.

Over and over again he worked his way from her clitoris to her entrance, licking and sucking until Natasha thought she was going to explode. Her body tightened as her orgasm built within her and with a final flick of his tongue over her painfully sensitive nub, pleasure ripped through her.

Eric drove two fingers into her working them in and out of her body and Natasha thrust into them, loud cries torn from her lips as her climax almost overwhelmed her, tears squeezing from the corners of her eyes and trailing down to soak into her hair. Her muscles clenched around his fingers and when he finally pulled them free of her, she cried out again at the loss.

She watched as he licked her juices that ran down his hand off his skin and then he lifted her legs to place them on his shoulders, pulling her towards him and with his arms braced on either side of her, he eased his shaft gently into her, giving Natasha’s delicate tissues a chance to adjust to his slow invasion of her body.

A noisy sigh escaped her lips as Eric buried himself in her until he was as deep as he could go. He paused letting Natasha get used to the size of his long, thick penis in her after so long without the familiar, welcoming feel of him.

When he felt her clench around him, he began to move, thrusting deep into her until he hit against her cervix. Gradually he increased his pace and at the angle she was in, his penetration rapidly sent her spiralling into another earth shattering orgasm.

Natasha screamed her nails clawing at Eric’s arms, her core closing down around him, fluttering and spasming and within moments, he followed her with his own release, her name shouted into the room and she felt him coat her cervix with his warm seed.

Eric never stopped moving, thrusting into her hard and fast, until the room was filled with the wet slapping sound of their bodies coming together.

She moaned hanging onto him as he slammed into her over and over again, his face beaded with sweat which dripped down over her stomach as he pounded into her, his eyes burning, his face contorted with his growing pleasure.

She could feel another orgasm building and Natasha moaned, her body a mass of highly sensitized nerve endings. Every movement of Eric’s rigid shaft pistoning in and out of her taking her closer and closer to her inevitable release.