Natasha's Awakening (16 page)

Natasha gasped, moving against him, suddenly desperate for him, aching for him. “Eric.” She gasped and his hands disappeared under the hem of her dress, roughly pulling her g-string aside before plunging two fingers into her. She moaned and Eric responded with his own deep groan.

“Fuck baby, you’re so wet.” He gasped. “Damn it, I can’t wait, I need you now.” He said, tugging at her g-string. Natasha heard the tear of the fabric and watched as Eric tossed her destroyed underwear aside. She heard the sound of his fly being dragged down and her stomach clenched when she realised he was naked under his jeans.

He lifted her up with her back against the door. “Wrap your legs around me.” He said and Natasha did as he asked, locking her ankles behind him, her arms curling around his neck. She felt his erection at her entrance and she trembled. Eric pressed his lips to hers and next thing he had impaled her, thrusting hard into her, plunging so deep he slammed against her cervix, causing her to gasp with a mix of both pleasure and pain.

Eric let out another groan. “Oh hell baby, you feel so good.” He pulled almost all the way back out of her, then slammed into her again and Natasha cried out from the intense pleasure, her muscles contracting around his shaft. He pulled out of her again, then thrust hard, a couple of times, his breathing harsh, his body trembling as he fought for some sort of control. He stopped, still pressed deep in her body, as far as he could go as he dragged some air into his tortured lungs.

Natasha curled her fingers in his hair, tugging lightly, clenching her internal muscles around him. She locked her ankles around him and pushed herself up, desperate for him to move and ease the ache deep inside her body.

“God dammit Natasha, keep still. No fuck it, you’re driving me crazy.” He growled and suddenly lunged hard, impaling her again, and then his control was lost and he slammed into her over and over again. Natasha moaned, the pressure building inside her, her hands moving restlessly through his hair. Eric grunted with every violent thrust, pushing her hard against the door, his hands biting into her flesh as he held her.

“Shit, shit, I can’t hold back, I can’t wait for you.” He groaned and suddenly his body bucked, he crashed into her forcefully once, twice more and then Natasha felt him spurt hotly inside her, his body jerking as he pumped his essence into her. She groaned, her muscles contracting around him and Eric moaned, before thrusting hard into her again, he moved rhythmically, slipping one hand between them to flick his thumb over her clitoris and a loud scream tore from Natasha’s throat as she reached the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced, her muscles clenching his shaft, fluttering with every wave, milking him of every last drop. Her hands dropped to his shoulders and she dug her fingers in deep, clawing at him and Eric grunted, bucking against her one more time.

Suddenly Natasha felt boneless, her legs slipped from around his waist and he tightened his grip on her, before sinking slowly to the floor, until he was on the carpet, holding her on his thighs, still deep inside her body.

“Fuck, that was amazing.” He whispered, kissing her temple, breathing deeply of her scent. Their bodies were coated in perspiration, Natasha’s dress clung to her damp skin, a trickle of moisture ran down between her breasts.

“I know it was wonderful.” Natasha panted, struggling to settle her breathing. She touched her lips to his briefly, tightening her grip around his neck, just wanting to be as close to him as she could. Their hearts pounded in unison the only sound in the room their laboured breathing as they both gradually came back down to earth from their intense love making.

She caressed the back of Eric’s neck, her fingers teasing the hair, slipping through his damp strands before sliding her palms over his shoulders. She felt him wince and pulled back to see what was wrong. It was then that she saw the state of his shoulders, blood welling from the deep scores she’d put in his flesh when she’d dug her nails into him.

“Oh my god.” She gasped in horror at the mess she’d made of him.

Eric’s smile was smug. “Seems you’re a little wild one, aren’t you?” He teased. Natasha blushed and dropped her head, feeling a twinge of shame for hurting him the way she had. His fingers came up to tilt her chin so he could look into her eyes.

“Don’t be embarrassed baby. It was hot, you’re hot, that was amazing. It felt so damned good, I’ve never felt it so intense before, I was out of control.” His eyes burned into hers with every word.

Suddenly Eric’s expression changed, a mixture of shock, which rapidly turned into horror came over his face, bleaching the colour from him and he lifted Natasha off his lap, setting her down on the floor as he fell back on the carpet, hands raking through his hair.

Natasha crawled over him to where he lay on the carpet, hands over his eyes. “What’s wrong?” She asked, concern in her voice. Eric lifted his hands from his face to look at her, his expression still one of shock.

“I didn’t use a condom.” He said, his voice low, resigned. “I can’t fucking believe it, I never forget a condom. I’ve never had sex without a condom. You drive me so crazy, I was so frustrated when I came back here and you were gone, I couldn’t get you on your phone and I was going nuts. I saw you, you had to get all sassy and smart with me and I just lost it.” He shook his head, still trying to come to terms with what he’d done. “I’ve never been inside a woman bare, it felt fucking amazing, but it was a mistake, it was a big fucking mistake.” He groaned. “You can’t get pregnant, I can’t deal with that.”

Natasha watched him, hearing his words and felt her blood run cold in her veins. He was terrified, that was obvious. It was also blatantly obvious that he had no interest being with her beyond this week together and an unwanted pregnancy was his worst nightmare as it would tie them together forever and if his expression was any indication, that prospect scared the hell out of him.

“I might not be pregnant Eric.” She said quietly.

He raised his head to look at her. “When’s your period due?” He asked. She blushed, not really wanting to discuss her monthly cycle with him.

She thought for a moment. “It’s due in about a week’s time.” She said. “A day or two after our time here is over.” She looked over at Eric, trying to keep the pain out of her expression. “I should be fine, you don’t need to worry and anyway, I would never expect anything of you so you can stop stressing.”

Natasha got to her feet and started to walk away, heading for the bathroom. Eric leapt up, grabbing her arm. “I’m sorry.” He said. “I should never have put you in this position. I hope you’re right. Becoming a father is not something I intended doing anytime soon. You have to promise me you’ll tell me what happens, whether you are or aren’t pregnant, ok?” He still held Natasha’s arm. “If we’re unlucky and you are pregnant, I’ll take care of it.” He said, his tone trying to reassure her.

Natasha looked up at him. “What do you mean?” She asked. “Take care of it how?” Eric tugged her closer. “An abortion of course, I’ll pay for you to have an abortion, I don’t think either of us are ready to become parents.”

Her lips curved up in an attempted smile, but Natasha felt sick. Eric really didn’t want to have anything that tied him to her and obviously a baby would. He was wrong too, a baby might be his worst nightmare, but she could think of nothing else since he had realised he’d forgotten to use a condom. Ok, being a mother wasn’t something she’d thought about and certainly not any time soon, but it would be Eric’s and as much as he was breaking her heart right now, she couldn’t stop the images in her head of her holding a gorgeous son with his blonde locks.

“I need to go to the bathroom.” Natasha tugged to free herself from Eric’s hold on her arm and he released her, zipping up his jeans that were hanging low on his hips and bending to retrieve his shirt and pull it on.

As she walked to the bathroom, she was very conscious of the extreme dampness between her legs and once she was in the bathroom and had locked the door, she relieved herself first and then lifted her dress in front of the mirror to watch as she slid her fingers through the wetness at her entrance. She was soaked, almost dripping with the result of Eric’s complete loss of control. He’d been so out of control, so desperate for her, he’d done something he admitted he’d never done before, he’d forgotten a condom.

That did bring a small glimmer of hope to her heart. He might be completely freaked out now, worrying about her getting pregnant, but he had lost control with her in a way he’d never lost control with another woman and that meant something to Natasha, that gave her reason to hope.

She grabbed a washer and cleaned herself down a bit, splashed water on her face and let her hair down before spraying some perfume at her neck and wrists. Once she had tidied her appearance again she went back to the living area where Eric was sprawled out on the lounge, with his head back on the head rest, eyes closed.

He looked gorgeous as usual with his shirt hanging open and that incredible chest of his on display. Natasha watched him for a moment before going to the discarded bag of lingerie and after rummaging inside she pulled out a pale lavender g-string and slipped it on.

She’d just smoothed her dress back down over her hips when she felt arms wrap around her from behind and she was pulled back against Eric’s hard chest. He pushed her hair to one side, brushing his lips against her neck.

“Are you ok?” He asked. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I got so freaked, but this is something I’ve never had to deal with before. We’ll worry about this only if we have to, but you have to tell me when you get your period, or if you are pregnant, ok?” He kissed her behind her ear and Natasha shivered as his breath teased the delicate flesh.

“Ok.” She whispered. She glanced down to where Eric’s hands were linked at her stomach and her mind was racing with the possibility that already, a baby was being made in her.

“I need a shower.” She told him. “I’m all sticky and I went to Bondi Beach and the salt spray on my skin…….” Her words trailed off as Eric suddenly pushed her dress up, sliding his hand up her thigh, running his fingers over the gold chain of her g-string. He followed it to where it disappeared between her buttocks and she heard his breath catch in his throat.

“Where on earth did you go today?” he asked her. “Where did this come from and what the hell are you trying to do to me wearing something like this?”

His fingers inched their way down the chain between her buttocks and then curved between her legs, brushing the delicate fabric, pushing it aside to slip a finger over her entrance, spreading the wetness from him over her curls and caressing her tiny nub with the lubrication from their earlier passion. He circled it, then slid his fingers back and forth over it until Natasha’s legs began to shake and her breathing started coming in short sharp bursts from her parted lips. God but she had no control with him, one touch and he had her exactly where he wanted her.

Eric’s arm that was still holding her moved up the front of her, cupping her breast through her thin dress. He plucked at the nipple until it hardened and pushed against her clothing. His other hand was still busy between her legs, flicking and brushing over her clitoris then he pushed two fingers into her, thrusting them in and out of her, curling them forward until he brushed against that secret spot inside. Natasha could feel her climax coming, her breathing reduced to panting, her body shaking and her legs threatened to give way. They probably would have too if Eric wasn’t holding her so firmly against him.

She pushed back against him, feeling his erection against her buttocks and she writhed against him, wanting more, but he pulled his hips away from her.

“No Natasha, this is for you and you only.” He said before resuming his assault on her body. One hand caressed her breast, the other one thrust into her. He pressed his lips against her neck and Natasha shivered with excitement at his hot, moist breath on her sensitive skin. He wasn’t immune she could tell by his rapid breathing.

“Come for me sweetheart.” He whispered in her ear, tugging on her nipple and plunging a third finger deep inside her while his thumb dragged over her swollen nub and then with a gasp her climax hit, she cried out, her body bucking in reaction, grinding herself against Eric’s hand, her muscles clutching and grabbing at his fingers which were still buried inside her. He kept his fingers deep inside her until the tremors had stopped wracking her body and when he withdrew them, he held them up so she could watch her juices and the residual evidence of his passion running down them. He put them to her lips, running them over her full bottom lip and Natasha’s tongue swept over her lip licking them off, tasting herself and Eric which was deeply erotic to her. She watched as he then held his fingers to his mouth and his tongue licked up the length of them, a deep groan emitted from his throat.

He turned her in his arms and lowered his head to cover her lips with his, caressing her lips with his tongue before sliding it in to deepen the kiss. Natasha responded, but before the kiss could get out of hand, Eric pulled back, releasing her. “You said you wanted to have a shower.” He said. “Alone or can I come in too?”

“It depends,” she said, “what are we doing for dinner?”

Eric grinned at her, “Well, if someone had been here when I got back, she would already know I have dinner waiting in the fridge.”

Natasha’s interest was piqued, “So what is for dinner?” she asked him.

“Just some cold seafood, cheeses, dips, biscuits. Do you think that will be enough?” Eric smirked at her.

Natasha stuck her tongue out at Eric, as he knew how much she loved seafood and cheese, all cheeses except for blue vein though, she couldn’t eat that. “Well, I guess it’s going to have to do isn’t it?” she pretended to sulk at him.

Eric dropped another hard kiss on her lips, “So smart arse, one in the shower or two?”

“You can come in too if you must but I need time after the shower alone. I have a surprise for you.” Natasha said.

“I’m guessing the surprise has something to do with what’s in that bag?” He cocked his head to one side, indicating the bag that still lay on the floor where she’d dropped it. “That’s also where those incredibly sexy panties came from?” Eric slid his hand up under her dress to cup her mound through the ultra sheer and delicate g-string.