Natasha's Awakening (34 page)

She squirmed in her seat, wondering if this intense attraction to Eric was ever going to stop or at the very least settle down a bit. She shifted restlessly on the lounge again and decided that she needed to have a shower to cool off.

“I’m going to have a shower.” Natasha said, pulling free of Eric’s arm and standing up.

“Ok baby.” He replied looking at her with eyes that were closed to narrow slits. She felt a stab of disappointment. She had hoped he’d want to come and shower with her, that maybe he’d make love to her, but looking down at him nursing the last of his drink, he didn’t look like he wanted to do anything more than what he was doing, which was looking very close to falling asleep on the lounge.

She left him half lying on the lounge and dropped her glass off in the sink before heading upstairs. Natasha stripped off all her clothes and walked into the bathroom turned on the taps in the shower and once the temperature was right, she stepped in. She filled her hands with the vanilla scented body wash and started lathering up her body, running her hands down her neck across her shoulders and breasts soaping herself up. Her body tingled and an ache started up between her legs. She slid her hands down her stomach, slowly washing, caressing her body until she got to the narrow strip of curls, running her hands through them and slipping a hand between her legs.

Her fingers found her hidden nub, pressing against it, slowly circling it. She stood under the spray of warm water, eyes closed, head thrown back her body tingling with sexual need when suddenly a large warm hand closed over hers between her legs and Natasha jumped, her eyes flying open as she turned her head to meet the intense blue of Eric’s eyes. His body pressed against her back and she could feel his erection slip between her buttocks.

His other arm came around her cupping a breast, his fingers plucking at her nipple until it was a hard peak. Natasha leaned against his muscled chest and she turned her head to look up at him. “I thought you were going to sleep.” She said.

Eric chuckled. “Now how could I do that?” He asked. “What happened in the car was only a teaser for me. I wasn’t going to be truly satisfied until I could sink this.” He rubbed his penis against her. ”Into your warm, wet and very inviting pussy. Plus I owe you baby. It’s my turn to make you come now.” He said and Natasha’s insides quivered at his huskily spoken words.

He pushed the hand between her legs aside. “Did you seriously think I was going to leave my girl to take care of herself?” He asked, his lips trailing down the side of her neck. Natasha tilted her head to one side to give him better access, his words making her shiver with excitement, her heart leaping when he called her his girl.

He turned her in his arms, his lips finding hers and they shared a deep, passionate kiss, tongues caressing one another, teeth nipping gently at each other’s lips as the warm spray from the water cascaded down over them.

Natasha could feel Eric’s hard shaft jutting up between their bodies and her hand curled around the length of him. She felt the condom already on him and she broke the kiss to look down at him. “You’re already wearing a condom?” She questioned eyebrow raised and Eric smiled, that slow sexy smile.

“Pays to be prepared baby.”

He began to move his hand backwards and forwards between her legs, his fingers teasing over her clitoris and she gasped. He buried two fingers deep inside her groaning at how wet she was already. “Oh hell baby, I want to be inside you so badly.” He whispered against her ear and Natasha felt her muscles clench around his fingers in response to his words.

She brought one leg up, hooking it around his thigh, tilting her hips to try and press that aching part of her body against him. She ground her mound against his thigh, her need for him suddenly urgent and Eric seemed to know what she wanted. He cupped his hands beneath her buttocks and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me baby.” He said and Natasha didn’t need to be asked twice.

She wrapped her legs around him, her arms around his neck and her eyes locked with his which burned with his arousal. He pushed her up against the cool tiles of the shower and with his blue gaze fixed on her blue green one, he thrust hard, burying himself to the hilt, deep inside her. Natasha cried out, writhing against him and Eric pulled back until just the tip of his penis was against her entrance and with another hard thrust, he slammed into her again.

Her hands tightened on his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. Eric’s lips pressed into the side of her neck as he thrust violently into her over and over, their bodies slamming together with the force of their love making. His hands bit into her flesh as he held her. His possession was rough, urgent and Natasha couldn’t get enough, her hands tearing at his shoulders, scoring him, making Eric grunt in pain. He thrust into her harder, driving her up against the tiles and Natasha gasped, her orgasm building in her rapidly as he slammed against her cervix over and over again. She tightened her legs around his hips, writhing, her movements uncontrolled, desperate, her need to find her release overwhelming her. “Oh god, Eric.” She gasped, twisting and rubbing her sensitive breasts against his chest. She heard Eric grunt in response as he continued to thrust into her hard, his need for her seemingly as out of control as hers. Her orgasm built within her and she moaned. “Oh Eric, oh god….I’m going to come.”

With one more thrust of his rigid shaft into her, Natasha’s climax hit her, her muscles grabbing at him as she came apart around him, her nails tore into his skin, leaving bloodied score marks in his shoulders. Eric grunted again and slammed into her a couple more times before his body went rigid momentarily. She felt him pumping into her and he continued to thrust against her until he was spent.

Natasha sagged in his arms, her body racked with tremors and Eric sank to the floor, his arms holding her tightly so she wouldn’t fall. He pulled free from her body and they sat in one another’s arms on the shower floor, the warm water falling down on top of them.

They sat like that, their hearts beating rapidly, both panting, desperately dragging air into their lungs. Finally their heart beats returned to normal, their breathing slowed and Eric climbed to his feet, pulling Natasha up with him. She leaned weakly against the tiles while he opened the shower door long enough to toss the condom into the bin. He gathered her back up in his arms, kissing her cheek, her jaw, trailing kisses down her neck before working his way back up, dropping a kiss on the tip of her nose before finding her lips to give her a long, slow, lingering kiss.

Gently he began to wash her, filling the palm of one hand with the vanilla scented body wash and lathering it over her, carefully washing her between her legs and she twitched when his fingers found her swollen clitoris that was still so sensitive to the slightest touch. There was an ache between her thighs from Eric’s rough possession of her and she knew she was going to feel that in the morning.

His touch was soothing as he bathed her and once he was finished, he held her under the spray while he rinsed her. Natasha just stood there in his arms letting him take care of her, loving how gentle he was. Once he was finished he turned off the water and lifted her up to carry her out and placed her down where he began to dry her.

He dried every inch of her body then wrapped her wet hair in another towel and rubbed the excess moisture from her auburn strands. His fingers massaged her scalp and she groaned, loving every minute of the pampering he was giving her. “Does that feel good baby.” He asked softly and she groaned which drew a quiet chuckle from Eric.

When he was satisfied, he began to run the brush through her hair, carefully untangling it so it wouldn’t pull at her scalp and hurt her. He worked with one hand still around her, holding her in his strong embrace as though he thought that she might fall. Natasha knew she could stand without his support but she let him do it, loving this Eric, this caring, gentle Eric and she couldn’t help but wonder if this was what it would be like if he truly loved her. He touched her like he cherished her and for now, she was happy to lap up his attention, to indulge her fantasy that he did really love her.

Once he had finished taking care of her, he carried her out and placed her gently on the bed, covering her up with the blankets. He hastily dried himself down and climbed into bed alongside of her, pulling her into his arms. She snuggled into his warm body and although it wasn’t that late, she suddenly felt exhausted. With Eric’s arms wrapped around her, his body molded to hers, they both drifted off to sleep.

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“Eric wake up.” Natasha shook him and she heard him groan before rolling onto his stomach. Her eyes were immediately drawn to his shoulders and she gasped in horror. At the sound of her gasp, Eric’s eyes came open, his sleepy blue gaze finding hers.

“What is it baby?” He asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“Your shoulders. God, did I do that? Of course I did that. How else would it have happened? Oh god how could I do that?” She asked, her words spilling from her mouth uncontrollably as she bent closer to where his blood had welled and dried in each furrow in his skin.

Gently she touched the damaged skin and jumped back when he flinched. He turned his head trying to see the torn skin for himself and when his eyes met hers again, he smiled at her, that sexy glint in his eyes which turned her to marshmallow every time. “You just can’t get enough of my body.” He joked then his expression changed when he looked at her . “Why are you dressed?” He complained, his eyes raking over her in her floral sundress.

“I woke early and couldn’t get back to sleep.” She told him. Her eyes moved to his shoulders again and she winced, still feeling embarrassed that she had done that to him. “I’m sorry Eric, I still can’t believe I did that?”

He rolled onto his back hiding the damage from her eyes. He reached out, grabbing her arm and pulling her down onto him. “Never apologise for losing control baby.” He said. “If you can do that, then I must have done something right.” He grinned.

Natasha couldn’t help it, she blushed. “Oh get over yourself.” She said, smacking him on the chest.

“Oh baby, such violence.” He rubbed at his chest where she had hit him. “You’re a cruel woman hitting an injured man.” He said humour glinting in his eyes. “Pick on me while I’m down.” He complained and Natasha squirmed against him as she lay sprawled over his body. “I think you’ll live. You don’t feel like you’re suffering too much.” She told him, squirming against his body, feeling his erection pressing into her thigh through the blankets.

Eric rolled over, pinning her body under his and he dropped a kiss on her parted lips. He moved his hips against her and Natasha felt her body instantly respond, moisture gathering at her entrance and she silently cursed how weak she was when it came to him.

“Eric, I have to do some washing,” she said, pushing at his shoulders. “That’s what I came to ask you about. I need washing powder. I’m running out of clean clothes and we haven’t been anywhere yet where I can buy some new things. I’m lucky it’s still warm during the day at least or I’d freeze.” She told him.

“I wouldn’t let you freeze baby.” Eric thrust against her. “I know how to keep you warm baby, don’t you worry.” He winked at her and Natasha groaned.

“We can’t have sex all the time so I stay warm.” She told him.

“Yeah?” Eric’s eyebrows rose at her words. “We can give it a fucking good go though sweetheart.” And he bent to kiss her again.

Natasha groaned against his lips. “Dammit Eric, I have to get some washing done, let me up.” She pushed against his shoulders and reluctantly he rolled off her, throwing an arm over his face. Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at his almost petulant expression.

“Don’t pout. It’s not very manly when you pout.” She teased him but the truth was, even with his bottom lip thrust forward, frustration clearly evident in his expression, he still looked unbelievably sexy to her.

She scrambled off the bed and knelt down at her bags, starting to sort through them, putting the clothes that needed washing in one pile and folding up the clean things ready to put back in her bag. Eric had rolled onto his side and was watching her. “Why don’t you put your clothes in the walk through robe baby? Save all that going through your bags each time.” He said and Natasha looked over at him.

“We’re staying here long enough for that?” She asked.

She saw the slight tensioning of Eric’s body. “Why, do you want to go home yet?” He asked, his eyes searching her face. Natasha sighed, she didn’t, she really didn’t want to go back because going back meant the end of her time with Eric.

“No I don’t but aren’t you worried about work?” She asked.

“No I’m not baby. I pay my employees good money to take care of things when I’m not there. If there’s something really wrong that needs my attention, trust me, I would have been told by now.” He assured her. “Even the boss is entitled to a holiday.”

With that, Eric flopped back down on the bed and Natasha resumed her sorting of her clothes. She came across the bag of lingerie and removed the delicate items from the bag, holding them up one by one as she looked at them. “What the fuck is that?” Eric’s voice interrupted what she was doing and she turned to him again to see what he was talking about. His eyes were on the red, very daring, outfit she’d bought and she couldn’t help the blush that heated her cheeks. Reluctantly she held it up to show him and Eric’s eyes moved to her. “Why haven’t I seen you in that?” He asked. “Fuck, I’m not sure I want to actually.” He groaned, his eyes returning to the silky fabric in her hand.

“Why, don’t you like it?” She asked.

“Like it?” He grunted. “That’s the problem right there. I think I’m going to like it too damned much. There’s only so much a man can handle.” He grumbled and Natasha laughed.

“It’s just a piece of lingerie.” She told him.

“That’s not just a piece of lingerie baby. That’s a weapon of destruction. You’re gonna destroy me if you wear it.” He ground out.