Taming Eric (70 page)

Eric didn’t mind splitting wood. It was good physical labour which he enjoyed, it gave him a chance to take out any aggressions on the wood and he had time to think about things as he split it. Once he got into the swing of it, he started to get too hot in his jacket and removed it so he was just in his jeans and t-
shirt.

He’d been splitting for a while when he suddenly felt that he wasn’t alone and he looked up catching his wife watching him. She blushed which always amused him. He couldn’t understand why she still got embarrassed around him at times with all they’d shared and with such a healthy sex life. Well, they’d had a few weeks of nothing since Natasha wouldn’t have sex with him while it was that time of the month for her and then Erica had been sick for a couple of weeks and had wanted her mother all the time. They really did need this time away together. He grinned at her before raising the axe above his head and continuing to split the fir
ewood.

Natasha didn’t leave and stayed to watch him. After a while he looked over at her again and saw a trace of that Mona Lisa smile of hers on her face. “What are you smiling about Mrs Rothman? You look like the cat who got the c
ream.”

She blushed and shook her head. “Nothing, just day dreaming.” She turned away from him, obviously reluctant to meet his
eyes.

He stared at her for a moment his curiosity piqued. Something was going on with her to make her blush the way she was and she was doing everything but look at him. He lifted the axe and buried it in a log before walking towards her, his eyes locked on hers when she finally lifted her head and met his
gaze.

When he got up close to her, he bent forward to breathe in her scent and he noticed the pulse in her neck was fluttering and her breathing was rapid. He was sure she was aroused and seeing her like this, hearing the hitch in her breathing ignited an answering response in his body and he could feel his cock starting to harden in his
jeans.

“So what were you day dreaming about baby?” He asked softly as his eyes moved over her beautiful fea
tures.

She blushed again and raised her eyes to him for a moment. “Do you really want to know Eric?” She gave a sudden deep sigh. “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…” She paused for a moment which was just as well because his cock was now standing to painful attention within the confines of his jeans at her words. “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 arched an eyebrow at him and Eric knew, somehow the tables had been turned and she had it over him righ
t now.

His breathing increased until he was almost panting as he looked down at her and he knew that was the end of splitting firewood for today. The need to bury his rigid cock deep inside his wife’s pussy had become his priority now with just a few husky words from her. Her words, the images in his head of her naked, of their bodies entwined as they made love were all enough to have him feeling as horny as
hell.

There wasn’t much he could say in response to what she’d said so he just pulled her into his arms, his lips closing over hers as he thrust his tongue into her mouth. His hands roamed over her body, restless and desperate for her before cupping her ass, curving her body into his until he could press his erection agains
t her.

He finally tore his lips from hers, his breathing ragged, but then so was hers. “Well if you want me, all you have to do is ask. I’m here to serve or is that service you?” He grinned at his cheesy words but staring into her eyes that were clouded with her arousal was doing serious things to his control. “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 f
irst.”

She buried her nose in his neck and he felt her inhale against him as she breathed in his scent. “Don’t have a shower. You smell amazing. Come inside, it’s too cold for getting naked out
here.”

Her words were music to his ears and with a groan he took her hand and hauled her inside unable to slow his pace even though she almost had to run to keep up. His long strides carried him through the house quickly and he didn’t stop until they were standing by the fire. “Strip for me baby please. You’ve got too many clothes on and I don’t trust myself not to tear anything.” He said, his voice husky with his d
esire.

He watched as she pulled her green sweater over her head, removed her boots and unbuttoned her jeans before sliding them down her long legs until she stood before him in only her matching plum coloured bra and thong. He had to close his eyes for a moment and dragged some much needed air into his lungs as he fought to get himself under co
ntrol.

He stepped towards her, his hands cupping her breasts and teasing her nipples through the delicate lace until they hardened and he could see their erect peaks showing through he
r bra.

“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 her slim waist until he could cup one hand over her mound through the lace of her thong. He could feel her heat and she had already soaked her panties which dragged a groan from him. “You’re so wet, your panties are soaked baby.” He said pushing the fabric aside and thrusting two fingers into her, feeling her tighten aroun
d him.

He began to plunge them in and out of her curling them so he would brush her over her special spot. With his other hand he circled her clit, working his thumb over it until it swelled under his touch. He could feel her starting to shake but he wouldn’t back off, continuing with his sensual assault on her body with both hands. She started to shake more violently, her breath panting between her parted lips and he knew she was
close.

“Come on baby, let go for me sweetheart.” He growled in her ear before nipping her lightly on the neck and with one more flick of his thumb over her sensitive little nub, she cried out, a long keening cry. She contracted around his fingers and he felt the rush of her release. When her juices started running down her thighs Eric dropped to his knees, nudging her to part her legs more and he began to lick his way up her thighs, lapping up the evidence of her release until finally thrusting his tongue between her glistening folds and licking her in long steady st
rokes.

Once he was done, he got to his feet and kissed her, letting her taste herself on his lips before pulling her into his arms, one hand curving low on her back to press her into him so she could feel how desperately he neede
d her.

He released her long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head, kick off his shoes and after a moment struggling with his belt, he ripped it free of his jeans and quickly stripped them off until he stood naked before Na
tasha.

She curled a hand around his engorged length and he groaned as she slowly worked him in and out of her hand. Fuck but it felt so good and he loved to feel her stroking him but it wasn’t the way he wanted to come. “Don’t baby please. I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside you. 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.” He said huskily, watching as she did as he
asked.

He wasn’t the only one who was excited because as she complied with his wishes and got into the position he asked her too, he could see a trickle of her juices working its way slowly down the inside of her thigh. Fuck but she was so damned sexy and the sight of her so aroused was almost enough to make him come as he watche
d her.

With a deep breath, he kneeled behind her, his hands caressing her sweet ass before sliding his hand between her legs and brushing through her wet folds. He didn’t really need to see if her body was ready for him, he could see it and smell the heady scent of her arousal that was driving him half crazy with his need fo
r her.

He ran his hands over the smooth skin of her back and down again, before bending forward so he could trail his lips along her spine. She shivered, wriggling her ass in the air and he groaned at the sight of her so open and ready for him. He moved forward until he could press his cock against her wet entrance, rubbing it back and forth through her
folds.

“Eric, fuck me dammit.” She gasped, her tone impatient and a hand came out from under her as she tried to grab a hold of his cock and take him into her. He smiled, despite the lust threatening to consume him. It was such a turn on to know she wanted him as much as he wante
d her.

“Patience baby.” He continued to rub between her legs, brushing over her clit and circling her pussy until she groaned with frustr
ation.

“Eric.” He could hear the desperation in her
voice.

“Is this what you want baby?” He asked just before he lunged, burying himself in her until he slammed against her cervix and she crie
d out.

“Yes… yes… fuck me
hard.”

“Now how can I ignore a request like that?” He joked but there was no humour in his voice. All of his efforts were going in to keeping some tiny semblance of co
ntrol.

He started to move, thrusting into her, holding her hips still as he thrust. He tried to keep his movements steady but he’d worked himself up too long while trying to tease Natasha and he knew he was going to blow at any m
oment.

With a low groan he drove into her, pounding hard, feeling the last of his control slip away as he worked towards his climax. He could hear her gasping and her hands were tangled in the rug by the fire as she held on under his near brutal assault of her body. He tried to slow down but he couldn’t and her sighs and gasps were only fuelling him on a
nyway.

He felt her tense and she screamed that loudly Eric was glad they were in the country so no one could hear her as she began to climax. It seemed to go on and on for her, every pulse of her release making her tighten around him in waves that nearly made him com
e too.

She finally sagged, her body spent and he nearly slipped out of her as she seemed almost boneless. He had to hold her hips, keeping her up as he thrust into her, desperate for his own re
lease.

Suddenly Natasha cried out again and he felt her muscles milking hard along the length of his cock. It was more than he could take and with a grunt and her name spilling from his lips, he finally toppled over the edge, reaching his own release, pumping into her over and over, filling her so full of his cum he could feel it’s additional warmth inside her and as he thrust a few more times, his seed started dripping from her again. It was intensely erotic and unbelievably hot t
o him.

She dropped to the floor and he followed her down, not wanting to lose their intimate connection just yet. They lay like that for a few minutes but Eric knew he had to get off her so he didn’t crush her. Finally, reluctantly he lifted off her and collapsed on his back by her side. Neither spoke for a while as they both struggled to get their breathing under co
ntrol.

Once they finally started to settle down Natasha rolled onto her side and trailed her fingers over his chest which was wet with sweat. She bent forward licking at the saltiness on his skin and he growled, one eye 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 s
miled.

She gave a loud sigh. “Damn Eric, really? Here was I thinking my Mr CEO could rise to any challenge.” She threw herself down alongside of him. “Apparently not. Seems I might need to trade you in on a younger m
odel.”

Eric rolled onto his side, chuckling at her performance. “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?” He buried a couple of fingers inside her and watched as she flinched. She was sore that was obvious. He knew he’d fucked her like a wild animal but she drove him crazy. He couldn’t control himself wit
h her.

He pulled his hand away again. “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.” He dropped a kiss on her lips. “How about we go and have a shower and I’ll make you feel be
tter?”

“Sounds perfect.” She
said.

He climbed to his feet staring down at his beautiful wife as she stared up at him, her eyes moving over him and he knew if she didn’t stop looking at him like that he was going to want her again and she wasn’t up to it right now. When her tongue circled her lips, he groaned to himself. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked. She was going to drive him crazy if he didn’t get her up on her feet. He wasn’t sure exactly how that was going to help as she was still naked and Natasha naked drove him wild but it had to be better than looking down at her as she looked up at him with that come and get me invitation burning in her
eyes.

Bending down he pulled her up, steadying her as she stumbled slightly and once she was standing on her own two feet by his side he took her hand and led her upstairs so they could go and have their s
hower.

CHAPTER 30

In the shower Eric took his time washing Natasha inch by gorgeous inch. He loved to do that for her, to cherish her, to pamper her and as she stood, head bowed, tiny moans coming from her, he had to assume that she didn’t mind him bathing her a
t all.

Once he’d finished washing her Natasha took the soap from him and returned the favour. She lathered up his chest and stomach, sliding her hands over him before gradually working her way lower. She didn’t touch his cock though, instead she walked around to the back of him and soaped up his back and ass. He tensed when one hand slipped between his legs as she brushed over that area that he intended to have stay as unchartered territory before brushing his balls which instantly had him hard. Her lips trailed over his back briefly but then she walked to the front of him again and grinned up at him when she saw his erection. “Hmmm seems like someone’s eager for their shower.” She joked and Eric chu
ckled.

She started running her hands up and down his rigid shaft before cupping his balls and washing them too. He watched her as she gently cleaned him, her concentration all on what she was doing. He knew he was going to have to stop her soon before she got him too turned on. If the raging hard on that stood between their bodies couldn’t already be described as been too turn
ed on.

When she had finished washing him she raised her stunning eyes to his and hers widened slightly as she studied his expression. She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips to his where he quickly took over the kiss, parting her lips until he could thrust his tongue into her
mouth.

Passion erupted between them, their hands moving over each other until finally Eric pulled back panting. “Fuck, I want you again baby. Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt
you.”

“I want you too Eric. Fuck me now.” She gasped and her swore as her words nearly made him come. How was he supposed to ignore a request like
that?

“Are you sure? You were sore baby. I don’t want to hurt you. We don’t need to do
this.”

She reached up to kiss him again and one hand curled around his straining cock and Eric knew he was lost to his need for her. “Shut up Mr Rothman and make love to your wife. That’s an order.” She said softly in hi
s ear.

His cock jerked at her words and he grinned at her. “Well, when you put it like that Mrs Rothman. How can I re
fuse?”

Gently he turned her until her back was against the tiles. “Put your arms around my neck.” He told her and when she did he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and with her braced against the tiles, he pushed up into her as her lowered her onto his engorged
penis.

She was so wet he slipped straight in without resistance and he didn’t stop until she was impaled on him, the head of his cock jammed up against her cervix. He pulled his head back so he could see her face and he searched for signs she was in pain but she simply smiled at him, desire darkening her eyes. She pushed down on his shoulders as she attempted to raise herself on his shaft but when he realised what she was doing, he pinned her against the tiles and began to thrust into her with long, deep st
rokes.

The water cascaded down around them as he gradually increased his pace until he was slamming into her, shoving her up the tiles. He could hear her gasps over the sound of the water and when he lifted his head she was watching him. The look in her eyes excited him and he drove harder and harder, his eyes closing, his teeth gritted as he felt that last thread of his control about to
snap.

“Dammit baby, I’m not going to last much longer. How the fuck do you do this to me all the time? I have no control with you, fucking none.” He growled and his growl turned into a deep groan when he felt her tighten around him like a vice. “Fuck, fuck it baby… FUCK!” He shouted as he lost control and began to spurt int
o her.

Fuck it was intense but he wanted her to come to. He changed the angle of his hips and began to thrust hard into her again knowing that the friction of their bodies would be rubbing against her clit. It didn’t take long and he heard her cry out, her muscles fluttering around him, squeezing him and rippling along his cock, milking him until she’d drained him of all he had to
give.

His legs were shaking so hard he couldn’t hold her anymore and he sank to the floor of the shower, taking her with him. He lifted her onto his lap and reluctant to give up the feel of being buried in her wet heat, he pushed his still semi hard cock back into her and wrapped his arms aroun
d her.

When their breathing had settled, he pulled her to her feet and quickly washed them both before stepping out of the shower and gently he dried Natasha’s body. He wrapped another towel around her hair while he dried himself and then carefully dried her hair and brushed it out for her until it lay smoothly down her
back.

*     *
     *

The following day Eric suggested they go to Launceston and he’d show Natasha Cataract Gorge. It was a gorgeous sunny day but with that typical Tasmanian chill in the air so they both dressed in jeans and swe
aters.

He walked around to the garage to get the Ferrari, grinning when he turned the key and the powerful engine roared to life. He loved his car, the smell of it, the beauty of it and the sound of the engine. He drove around to where Natasha was waiting for him and he recognised the smirk on her face. “I know that look baby. Don’t even think about saying anything bad about this car. It’s yours too now you
know.”

“I didn’t say a word.” She laughed. “What on earth would make you think I’d diss your
car?”

“Maybe because you did last time you saw it.” He pointed out
dryly.

She simply grinned at him and climbed into the car and once he was back behind the wheel, they headed off to Launc
eston.

At Cataract Gorge they took the chairlift across the river to where all the walking tracks were. Natasha had brought a camera and went a little crazy taking photos. She took photos of the river, the suspension bridge and the peacocks that strutted about everywhere, quite happy to wander around amongst the p
eople.

They walked along one of the numerous walking tracks, stopping to admire the amazing views along the way. The one track they started off on followed the river. It had fenced off areas along it so people could step out for close up views of the river. It was stunning t
o see.

Natasha took photos as they walked, some with him in them and she stopped a couple of tourists to get them to take a photo of the two of them and Eric grabbed her camera so he could get some photos of he
r too.

They ended up spending several hours at Cataract Gorge before heading back towards home. Maggie had invited them over for a BBQ which would give Natasha a chance to put her mind to rest and see that the twins were fine in the care of someone
else.

Eric stopped to buy alcohol so they wouldn’t arrive empty handed although Maggie had told him to just bring themselves. There was no way he was turning up empty handed when they were looking after the
twins.

When they arrived at Tom and Maggie’s house he watched Natasha as she wandered around looking at their home with interest. It was her first time there and going by the look on her face, she liked what sh
e saw.

There was the usual round of hugs and kisses as they all greeted one another and then they got to spend some time with Erica and Nathaniel who were happy to see them but had obviously had a great time with Tom, Maggie and Beverly going by the big smiles on their faces and their near constant giggles when any of them said anything to the
twins.

Natasha spent a lot of time hugging them and smothering them with kisses while Maggie instructed Tom through the cooking of the food on the BBQ. Eric saw the smile on his wife’s face as she watched them and he couldn’t help grinning too. Despite her tiny stature there was no doubting who wore the pants in Maggie and Tom’s marriage. Still they’d been happily married for years so it obviously worked for
them.

After they’d eaten Natasha got up to help clean up but was promptly chased away by Maggie so after another hour or so of chatting, Eric suggested they go home. They kissed and hugged everyone, hugged the twins and hopped back in the Ferrari to head back to their
house.

For the rest of the evening Eric made love to his wife caressing every inch of her body, worshipping her, loving her until they finally passed out in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and exha
usted.

The next few days they spent playing tourists. Eric had been all over Tasmania but Natasha hadn’t so he took her to Hobart to the Botanical Gardens, showed her all around the city of Hobart and on the way back they went via the coast so he could show her the Blowhole and other examples of Mother Nature at her best and most beau
tiful.

He had loved their time in Tasmania and was sad at the thought of having to return home since it had given him and Natasha some much needed time together. He smiled to himself when he thought about all the amazing sex they’d had since they’d arrive
d too.

At least by the time they said their goodbyes to Tom and Maggie and flew home, they were both feeling well rested. He was pleased to see his wife looking so relaxed and happy too. She had needed this break, he could tell, probably more than she’d even rea
lised.

Four
Years
Later.

“Daddy, daddy, Nathan’s trying to put a frog on me.” Erica screamed and both Eric and Natasha turned to watch their hysterical daughter running across the yard towards them, her long auburn hair the same shade as her Mother’s streaming out behind her. Nathaniel was hot on her heels, his hand tucked against his body as he ran, obviously protecting the frog that was causing so much hysteria in their dau
ghter.

“Nathan leave your sister alone.” Natasha warned him. Erica made it to them and immediately wrapped herself around Eric’s legs. His heart swelled with love as he gazed down at his daughter. She was a real daddy’s girl and came to him when she needed comfort or wanted something. He didn’t mind admitting that she had him wrapped around her little f
inger.

Nathan was staring up at his Mother, his expression quite serious. “It’s just a frog M
ummy.”

“Your sister doesn’t like frogs though Nathan so don’t chase her with one pl
ease.”

“But Mummy…” Nathan started to argue and suddenly shoved the frog in his sister’s direction again which resulted in another squeal from her and she started trying to climb Eric’s legs. He bent down swinging her into his arms and kissed her soft cheek. Her arms tightened around his neck as her brother still moved around her with the frog and she tried to hitch her legs up higher on him desperate to get all limbs well away from the object of her
fear.

His eyes met his wife’s and she grinned at him. Erica turned to give her Mother a shaky smile and Nathan’s eyes were on them all, still not happy that he wasn’t able to sell his sister on the benefits of frogs. The twins had ended up with his blue eyes despite the fact that Erica had her mother’s hair which surprised him. He’d have thought she would have had her Mother’s eyes. She was so much like Natasha in every othe
r way.

It still amazed him how his life had changed over the last several years. He’d gone from nothing but his company to having a woman who loved him and made every day worth getting out of bed for and for all his initial fear of being a father, he’d taken to being a parent and adored the twins although he had a soft spot for his daughter. He didn’t want to think about what it was going to be like when she was a teenager and started dating. No boy was going to be good enough for her and he did consider purchasing a shotgun that he could use to greet any potential suitors that came to the door. That should be enough to separate the men from the
boys.

As he stared at his daughter taking in every one of her features that were so like Natasha’s, he couldn’t believe that in just a few days they would be celebrating their 5
th
birthday. Of course he and Natasha were giving them a big party with a jumping castle and petting zoo. Nothing was too much for the
twins.

Natasha put her hand out to brush Erica’s hair back off her face before she turned to their son again. “Nathan how about you go and find a nice safe place to let the frog go? You can’t carry it around all the time, you might make it sick honey. You don’t want to make it sick now do
you?”

Eric watched the exchange between Mother and son. Nathan’s eyes were so serious when he looked from the frog in his hand to his Mother. “Do you really think he could get sick Mummy?” He
asked.

“He could Nathan. How about we go and find a nice place fit for a frog to live? I think that pond would be perfect. He can swim and sun himself and there’s food. I know I’d love it there if I was a
frog.”

Eric listened to his wife reasoning with their son and he grinned. Damn but she was good. She handled their children so well. She’d managed to give Nathan the chance to make up his own mind but she’d painted such a perfect scene for the frog, he knew their son wouldn’t be able to do anything other than release it where Natasha sugg
ested.

Nathan ran off towards the pond and Eric let Erica down so she could walk since she was more comfortable now the frog was nowhere near her anymore. She still wasn’t prepared to go it completely alone and pushed her hand into his for that little bit of reassurance as they followed Nathan to where he was lowering the frog to the
pond.

Once the frog was in its new home the twins ran off to go and play with Charlie, the Dalmatian puppy they’d bought them a couple of month
s ago.