Natasha's Awakening (80 page)

“I think lighting the fire should be my first priority. It’s cooling down now and it’ll be cold in a few more hours.” Eric gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and released her to go and organise the fire.

“I’ll unpack then.” Natasha said heading inside. The house was just as she remembered but it was cold inside. Shivering, she climbed up the stairs to where the bags were sitting from when Eric had brought them inside earlier.

It didn’t take her that long to unpack and put their things away in the walk through robe. Once she was done, she headed back downstairs and saw that Eric had the fire burning and she stood in front of the fireplace, warming her hands. There was no sign of him, but she heard the sound of the axe hitting the logs and knew he was out splitting wood to make sure they’d have enough for their stay.

Natasha wandered out the back and stood for a while watching him splitting firewood. He’d removed his jacket and was down to just his jeans and t-shirt. She couldn’t look away as he swung the axe, the muscles in his arms flexing and bulging. His t-shirt had pulled free of his jeans and a strip of skin was showing.

Eric looked up suddenly and caught her watching him. Natasha felt her cheeks heat because even after everything they’d been through together, she still blushed around him. He gave her that sexy smile of his and went back to splitting the wood and she found herself unable to look away. The longer she watched him, the more aroused she became.

She realised they hadn’t made love for at least a week due partially to her having just gone through that time of the month and then Erica had been sick for a couple of days and had been unsettled so their sex life had been on hold for that time.

Maybe this child free holiday was going to work out ok after all. Certainly watching Eric splitting firewood was making her eager to tear his clothes off him and make up for their sexual drought. She couldn’t stop the smile that curved her lips when she thought about how nice it was going to be to have this time alone although the irony didn’t escape her.

Natasha had been so worried about leaving the twins for a few days with Maggie, Tom and Beverly, but then just one glimpse of Eric’s sexy body as he split the firewood and suddenly she was excited about their time alone.

“What are you smiling about Mrs Rothman? You look like the cat who got the cream.” Eric’s voice cut through her day dreaming.

Natasha blushed, suddenly realising he had stopped chopping and was watching her. She shook her head. “Nothing, just day dreaming.” She said but he swung the axe and buried it into a length of timber before moving towards her, his walk predatory, his eyes locked with hers, burning into her.

When he got close to her, he bent forward breathing in her scent. Her heart started pounding and Eric’s eyes dropped to the tell tale sign of her excitement, the frantic fluttering of the pulse in her neck.

“So what were you day dreaming about baby?” His voice was husky as he looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her face.

“Do you really want to know Eric?” Natasha asked. She sighed. “Ok, I’ll tell you. I was thinking about how this time with just the two of us might not be so bad after all. I was thinking about how long it’s been since we made love due to my period and Erica being sick and I was thinking about how much I wish you’d just rip your shirt off while you were splitting the firewood so I could watch you and….”Natasha paused for affect. “I was thinking about how much I just want to tear your clothes off you and fuck you senseless. So, does that answer your question?” She asked, one eyebrow arched as she waited for his reaction to her words.

Eric’s eyes heated at her words and he dragged her into his arms, his mouth closing over hers. As his tongue forced its way past her lips, his hands began to move restlessly over her body, before cupping her buttocks and pulling her into him where she could feel the heavy ridge of his erection.

When he finally tore his lips from hers, they were both panting. “Well if you want me, all you have to do is ask. I’m here to serve or is that service you.” He grinned before his expression became serious again, arousal burning in his stunning blue eyes. “Dammit baby just those few words and I’m so hard it hurts. I want you too, but I’ve been chopping firewood, I should shower first.”

Natasha buried her nose in Eric’s neck. “Don’t have a shower. You smell amazing. Come inside, it’s too cold for getting naked out here.”

With a groan, Eric took her hand and hauled her inside, not stopping until they both stood by the fire. “Strip for me baby please. You’ve got too many clothes on and I don’t trust myself not to tear something.” His voice was husky.

Slowly Natasha pulled her emerald green sweater over her head before removing her boots and then unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her hips and legs until she could slip them off her feet. She stood before him in her plum coloured lacy bra and thong and watched as Eric stepped towards her, his hands rising to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through the delicate lace.

“God baby, you’re so beautiful. I want you so much. I can never get enough of you.” He whispered as he slid his hands down over her waist and slipped one hand down between her legs, cupping her mound.

Eric groaned when his fingers brushed over the lace at the apex to her thighs. “You’re so wet, your panties are soaked baby.” He said, pushing the fabric aside and sliding two fingers past her folds and into her entrance.

He curled the fingers slightly as he pushed them in, twisting them then pulled them back out, each brush of his fingers touching her over that special spot inside. With his other hand Eric dipped into her moisture to coat his fingers and then began to work them over her clitoris, circling it and pinching it lightly.

She began to shake from the double assault on her senses. Her clitoris swelled and every touch of Eric’s fingers sent shards of pleasure radiating through her. His other hand kept the constant pressure up on her g spot until she was trembling so violently, she had to grab onto Eric’s arms to hold herself upright.

“Come on baby, let go for me sweetheart.” He growled in her ear and his teeth bit into her neck. With one more flick of his fingers over her swollen nub, Eric dragged his fingers down over her g spot and with a keening cry Natasha came apart, her body shuddering and shaking as an intense orgasm tore through her body, soaking his fingers. She felt her juices running down her thighs and Eric dropped to his knees, spreading her legs so he could lap at her folds. He trailed his tongue up and down her legs cleaning her up while she stood there, her body racked with tremors as she watched him.

When he was done, he got to his feet and bent forward, closing his lips over hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip where she could taste herself on him.

Eric pulled her against him, one hand pressing her into his rigid penis and the other tangled in her hair holding Natasha’s head so he could thoroughly explore her mouth with his tongue.

Finally he released her and hastily pulled his t-shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes and tugged on his belt, tearing it free from his jeans before quickly disposing of them too, tossing them over with the rest of his clothes.

Once he was naked Natasha stepped up close to him, her hand curling around his engorged penis. She moved her hand up and down the length of him a few times before Eric’s hand came down over hers halting her stroking hand.

“Don’t baby please. I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside you.” He ground out, his voice tense from the effort of trying to control himself. “Can you get on the floor for me? Put your arms out in front of you, your knees under you and stick that sweet butt of yours in the air. I want you to spread your legs so I can see you all wet and waiting for me.”

Eric’s husky words excited Natasha and she did what he asked, feeling another little trickle of her juices begin to dribble from her. She was swollen and sensitive and her movements sent little shivers through her as she waited for Eric, her breathing picking up as her excitement started to rise again.

He kneeled behind her for a few moments, his hands caressing her buttocks, dipping between her legs to brush over her dripping entrance and she gasped as every touch of his fingers, sent a spark of pleasure through her.

His hands moved over her back, caressing her soft skin, sliding up between Natasha’s shoulder blades before delving into the hair at the back of her neck. Eric bent over trailing his lips down her spine and she shivered, wiggling her buttocks against him as she tried to get him to make love to her. She could feel the hard length of him pressed up between her legs, every movement he made, sliding the swollen head through her folds.

It was starting to frustrate her having him so close, but not close enough. “Eric, fuck me dammit.” She reached between her legs, trying to steer him into her, but he refused to be rushed and she swore to herself.

Eric chuckled against her back. “Patience baby.” He grabbed himself and worked the head of his penis around and around her opening. He pushed forward, his shaft brushing over her clitoris and she groaned.

“Eric.” Her voice was laced with frustration and she wiggled her hips desperate for him to make love to her.

“Is this what you want baby?” He asked and with one lunge, he buried himself deep inside her. Natasha moaned loudly. “Yes….yes….fuck me hard.”

“Now how can I ignore a request like that?” Eric joked, but Natasha could hear the strain in his voice and she realised he wasn’t as controlled as he was pretending to be.

He started to move, thrusting into her, his hands holding her hips firmly to keep her at the right angle. She heard his low groan and he yanked her hips back towards him and began to drive into her harder and faster.

Natasha felt like yelling ‘yes’ and throwing her arms in the air with relief but in the position she was in and with Eric slamming into her the way he was, all she could do was hang on.

Every stroke of his penis built up her excitement until she was teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He was banging up hard against her cervix which sent waves of pleasure chorusing through her and Natasha gasped as she pushed back against him. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together and she could hear Eric’s tortured breathing as he pounded into her again and again.

Suddenly Natasha’s orgasm rolled through her, building in intensity until she screamed, her hands fisting on the rug they were on in front of the fire. Wave after wave hit her until she was just a quivering mass of nerve endings and still Eric slammed into her, every thrust, every hit against her cervix and she felt the shock waves through her body.

She sagged, her body boneless almost and Eric’s fingers dug into her hips harder so he could hold her up as he continued to work towards his own release.

He pounded into Natasha hard, grunting with the force in which he thrust and amazingly she could feel another orgasm building within her. Just as Eric froze, buried to the hilt, Natasha cried out as her climax hit, her inner muscles clamping around him as he pumped his warm seed into her.

He groaned at the feel of Natasha fluttering and clenching around him and his hips jerked, his shaft twitching as she milked him dry.

Eric released her hips and she slipped down to the floor. He followed her down until his weight settled over her back, still buried inside her. He lay like that for a few minutes until lifting himself up by his arms, holding himself above her so as not to crush Natasha but his hips were still tilted to keep their intimate connection. They both loved that, the feeling of still being so close, still joined, their bodies still entwined with one another.

Finally Eric moved off her and dropped to the floor by her side where they both lay, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing. Natasha rolled over until she was on her side facing him and she put out her hand to trail her fingers over his chest, feeling the dampness of his sweat that coated his skin.

She bent towards him, kissing him, her tongue coming out to lick the saltiness off Eric’s skin and he growled, his eyes opening to look over at her. “Please don’t tell me you’re after my body again baby. I need a few minutes to recover, ok?” He gave her a lazy grin.

Natasha gave him an exaggerated sigh. “Damn Eric, really? Here was I thinking my Mr CEO could rise to any challenge.” She threw herself down on the rug on her back. “Apparently not. Seems I might need to trade you in on a younger model.” She said.

Eric rolled onto his side, amusement in his eyes as he looked at her. “A younger man would be of no use to you baby. He might have youthful enthusiasm on his side, but he wouldn’t have the stamina of a more experienced man like myself. I can always rise to any challenge of yours, but seriously, are you trying to tell me you want my cock inside you again, right now?” His hand snaked out, pushing between Natasha’s legs and he buried a couple of fingers into her dripping entrance. She sucked in a deep breath at his touch and flinched slightly.

He pulled his hand away again, resting it on her stomach. “I thought not. You’re obviously a bit sore baby and I’m sorry about that but you just rob me of any self control I have.” Eric bent down to drop a hard kiss on her lips. “How about we go and have a shower and I’ll make you feel better?”

“Sounds perfect.” She said watching as Eric climbed to his feet. She lay looking up at him, the sheer beauty of her gorgeous husband, his muscles rippling as he moved. Her eyes travelled over his handsome face, muscled chest, washboard abs down to that part of him that could bring her so much pleasure, although it wasn’t looking much like it was up to anything at the moment Natasha thought. His penis soft and nestled against his heavy balls. Her gaze continued down his long legs to his feet and she wondered how she could find even those sexy on him.

When her gaze finally moved back up the length of him she found him watching her, humour dancing in those stunning blue eyes of his. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked and she grinned, her tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip.

Eric’s eyes followed the small movement and when Natasha’s eyes lowered, she could see that there were definitely signs of life in him after all.