Natasha's Awakening (28 page)

“Please call me Natasha.” She gasped, and clutched at his arm when her legs started shaking.

Eric reached her side, dropping the bags. “Baby, are you ok?” He asked, humour glinting in the depth of his blue eyes and Natasha shot him a look that would have made a lesser man turn tail and run. She grabbed his arm, digging her nails into his skin and felt a moment’s satisfaction when he winced from the pain.

“Eric, please, stop it.” She whispered and almost collapsed with relief when he turned the egg off again.

“I think we need to get this little lady inside.” Thomas said, watching the exchange between her and Eric, his expression clearly showing his confusion as to what was going on. The two men picked up the bags and headed in through the front door with Natasha trailing after them.

When they all got inside, she stopped for a moment, her eyes taking in the beauty of Eric’s home. She looked around in wonder at it all and in that instant she got why Eric never brought anyone here. It was his sanctuary, a beautiful haven for him to relax and unwind.

The floors were timber, highly polished and gleaming in the sunlight streaming in through the windows. They walked into a large living area with chunky leather lounges in a rich buttercup colour that faced one another with a heavy coffee table between them. Beyond them there were more lounges positioned to face the massive flat screen TV mounted on the wall. To her right there was even more living area, with more casual lounges facing a huge slow combustion fire which Thomas had already lit she could see. Further back and to the right was a dining area and central to all the rooms was the kitchen. Gleaming stainless steel appliances featured with black granite bench tops and pristine white cupboards. The way the kitchen was designed, it could be approached from any angle and Natasha simply loved it.

At the very back she could see doors which led off to a laundry, with yet another deck off it and the second door was a bathroom from what she could see. Everything looked fairly new but it was so beautifully designed and decorated. It was homely, warm and very inviting.

In the far right corner she could see a timber staircase winding its way to the upper level where the bedrooms and maybe a second bathroom must have been. She met Eric’s eyes when she finally turned back to the two men and he was watching her as she took in everything there was to see in his home. “It’s beautiful Eric.” She told him and she saw the warmth in his eyes at her comment. He appeared pleased that she loved it so much.

“I designed, built and decorated it myself.” He told her and Natasha gaped at him.

“Really? I had no idea you were so talented.” She said and he grinned.

“I told you I used to renovate old homes baby. I’m not just a pretty face you know.” And Natasha had to control a strong urge to stick her tongue out at him at his response.

“You’ll find the pantry, fridge and freezers are all stocked.” Thomas’s voice interrupted their exchange. “Maggie went on quite the shopping spree for you. Since she didn’t know how long you’re staying, she’s made sure there’s plenty of food. Starving isn’t going to be an option.” He joked. “Now unless you need me for anything else? I think it’s time I left you two alone.” Thomas said, giving them a questioning look.

Eric looked at Natasha. “Anything you need to know sweetheart?” He asked her, but she shook her head. “Well, thank you again Thomas for everything and I’ll thank Maggie when I see her next but you run along and go spend time with that good wife of yours.” Eric told him and after they both shook hands again, Thomas walked outside and a few minutes later a late model 4WD drove out from behind the house and headed off down the driveway. Finally Natasha and Eric were alone.

“Come on baby, I’ll show you upstairs.” And he grabbed the bags. “Ladies first.” He said and she started climbing the stairs ahead of him. When she got to the top and looked around, she couldn’t help the gasp that escaped her lips.

“Oh Eric, it’s beautiful.” She breathed as she moved around the room. It was just the one bedroom, but what a bedroom, it was huge. A massive canopy bed dominated the room with assorted antique furniture bedside tables and a dressing table. Eric had utilized the wall space where they sloped in for the pitch of the A frame and it was all walk in robes down both sides of the bedroom. They weren’t high inside due to the roof, but they extended almost the full length of the room.

There was a door at the top of the stairs which led to a small ensuite and at the far end of the room the large french doors opened out onto a balcony. Natasha was drawn to the balcony, opening the doors to step out, immediately captivated by the stunning views. Mt Roland loomed before them in its large rocky form and to either side were more mountain ranges. There were paddocks everywhere surrounding the home and she could see cattle grazing in far fields.

“How many acres is this all on?” She asked Eric.

“It’s only 150 acres baby.” He told her and her eyebrows shot up.

“Only?” She said dryly.

“Well sweetheart in Tasmania, 150 acres isn’t much more than a hobby farm.” He told her.

“Are those cows yours?” She asked and Eric nodded.

“I also have horses here too.” He said and Natasha’s face lit up.

“Really?” She exclaimed. “I love horses. Do you ride?” And again he nodded.

“We can go horse riding if you like baby.” And she couldn’t contain her excitement.

“Oh yes please Eric.” She said.

Natasha walked back inside, heading for the bed, reaching out to run her fingers over the ornately carved timber posts that supported the canopy. “I’ve always loved horses Eric. I think they are stunning animals.” Her eyes glowed with her enthusiasm.

“You are excited aren’t you?” He asked walking towards her and she nodded. “I haven’t been horse riding in so long. I love it, so yeah, I’m excited.” She said.

Eric pulled the remote for the egg from his pocket and Natasha tensed up when she saw it. Oh god, he wouldn’t would he? “Let’s see how excited you can get.” He said and he hit one of the buttons on the remote and the egg buzzed to life inside her.

“Eric, please, no more.” She gasped as it pulsed and vibrated against her secret spot. She squeezed her feminine muscles down on it as it began to build her pleasure back up again and her legs nearly gave way on her but Eric pulled her against him, holding her on her feet.

He trailed his lips down the side of her neck and Natasha shivered in response. His hands reached around her to cup her breasts through her clothes and he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples, back and forth until they peaked. His touch was maddening. She wanted her release so badly but Eric wasn’t allowing it. He dropped a hand between her legs, cupping her sex and she gasped, gyrating her hips against him, desperate for relief. “Patience baby.” He said against her ear and Natasha shivered in response.

“Damn you Eric.” She moaned and she gasped again, panting hard when he began to rub his fingers over her swollen clitoris through the denim of her jeans. His touch was maddening, exciting, frustrating and she needed more. She needed him touching her without the barrier of her jeans between her sensitive skin and his caressing fingers. She squeezed hard on the egg as it pulsed inside her, desperate for the orgasm that hung there, just out of reach.

Again Eric switched off the egg and stepped back which forced a soft scream of frustration from her. Natasha’s knees gave way and she sank down to the floor, her eyes welling up. Tears of frustration and denied pleasure made it suddenly all become too much for her.

“Come on baby, stop being a baby.” Eric said, putting his hand out to pull her to her feet, but Natasha ignored his outstretched hand and stayed huddled on the floor as hot tears flowed unchecked down her cheeks.

“Natasha, I said, get up.” Eric’s voice was firmer but still she ignored him, choosing to stay on the floor feeling just too emotionally exhausted to obey him. “Dammit Natasha, stop being such a baby about this.” He said. “Come on, get up, I’m………..” Eric’s voice suddenly stopped mid sentence. He bent down closer to her and unable to control herself any longer, a muffled sob escaped her.

“Oh fuck.” His voice softened and he dropped down beside her, gathering up the curtain of her hair that had fallen forward hiding her face from him. “Oh baby, I didn’t mean to make you cry. It’s my fault. I should have thought about it more, I should have realised it was going to be too much too soon for someone with as little experience as you. God, I’m sorry sweetheart.” He gathered her into his arms and held her as a few more silent sobs shook her body. He dropped kisses on her temple, her cheek, all the while apologizing for taking it too far with her.

Natasha sagged against him, unable to fight her emotions any longer. Eric’s constant torment of building her climax, then denying it had become too much for her. She was emotionally drained, physically drained and if this is what it was like to be constantly worked up, then cooled off and worked up and cooled off for hours just to finally obtain the orgasm to end all orgasms, then she didn’t want to be a part of that.

“I’ll take care of you baby.” Eric said, putting his arms around her and lifting her up to place her down gently on the huge bed. Carefully he removed her shoes before popping the buttons on her jeans and easing them down her legs then tossed them onto the floor. He slipped her tiny lace panties over her hips and carefully removed them where they joined her jeans on the floor.

Eric stood looking down at her but Natasha had her arm over her face so he wouldn’t see how pitiful she’d become. Gently he parted her legs, and touched his fingers to her swollen button. She jumped violently and cried out. It was super sensitive and just his slightest touch was a pleasure so intense, it was unbearable.

“No more.” She gasped, thrashing from side to side.

“Calm down baby, I’m going to make you feel better.” Eric said, parting her thighs until he could lie between them. “I’ve taken it too far with you and I’m sorry, but you are far more responsive than any woman I’ve ever known. All this.” He held up the remote for the egg and Natasha tensed. “ It’s about the control sweetheart. I have all the control and you surrender to me. It can be very rewarding sexually, but maybe I should have eased you into something like that. I toyed with you too long for your first time.” He said.

“You know though, control and surrender can work both ways baby. I’m open to you controlling me Natasha, you can have that power to tease me and taunt me, tempt me and frustrate me.” He looked at her. “Come to think of it, you’ve done a bit of that already, but it can work both ways. Sex is not the man’s domain to conquer and control anymore baby. I’d like to think the male of the species is a little more well rounded now.” He said, trying to make light of it to get some sort of response from Natasha. She risked a peek out from under her arm where Eric watched her as he spoke but she was too drained and although she’d listened to everything he’d said, she still couldn’t be bothered making too much effort to respond to him.

“No more egg, not like this.” She whispered. “It was too much.” And Eric nodded.

“Ok baby, no more egg.” He agreed. He reached between her legs and tugged gently. Natasha felt the egg pull free from her body and a trickle of her juices flowed out from behind it.

Eric groaned. “Fuck baby, you are so fucking wet. Let me take care of you. I’m going to blow your mind.” He said huskily as he ran his eyes over her dripping opening. She watched his nostrils flare as he inhaled her scent and his eyes darkened with arousal.

He bent his head, touching his lips to her core, lapping at her juices. He licked and sucked his way through her folds, plunging his tongue as deep inside her as he could before licking and sucking his way back up to her clitoris, circling it and licking at it. Natasha jerked and twitched, starting to pant as her climax rapidly built in her again. Her fingers tunneled through Eric’s hair as her pleasure increased. She tore at his silky strands and she gasped when his hot breath fanned over her sensitive flesh as he grunted in pain.

He lifted his head for a moment to look at her. “Baby, you’re gonna rip all my hair out. “ He growled and Natasha tried to ease the desperate hold she had on his hair. When she had loosened her stranglehold, Eric lowered his mouth to her clitoris and began to lap at her again. She tensed when she felt her orgasm was about to hit her, almost fearful it would be denied again but Eric lifted his head to look up at her tense face. “Come for me baby.” He said softly and with one more lap of his tongue, Natasha exploded, her orgasm ripping through her body. She screamed, her hips bucking up violently off the bed, her body feeling like it was going to come apart completely. It was the most intense thing she’d ever experienced. Everything went black for a moment, and she thought she was going to die the feelings flooding her body were so powerful. There was a loud roaring in her ears and she dragged air into her tortured lungs, while slowly everything came back into focus. Her hips still moved, gyrating uncontrollably as she rode out every incredible, extremely pleasurable second of her orgasm which seemed to flutter and pulse through her endlessly. Eric lapped and sucked on her as she came apart, drinking her juices as they spurted from her body.

Slowly she started to come down from her orgasm and realised that Eric had moved and was lying on the bed alongside of her watching every emotion play out on her face. His hand came out to rest on her stomach in an attempt to calm her down. Slowly her body began to relax although she could still feel the flutters inside, like the beat of butterflies wings in her. Her eyes met Eric’s and he smiled at her.

“I told you baby.” Was all he said. He really didn’t need to say more. She finally got why he’d tortured her so much and he had witnessed what the slow torturous build up had done for her, but given how incredibly drained she was feeling now, she wasn’t so sure she wanted a repeat performance anytime soon.

He kissed her cheek and climbed off the bed briefly, digging around in his bag before emerging with a familiar package in his hand. Eric started removing his clothes, kicking off his shoes, tugging down his jeans and pulling his t-shirt over his head before climbing back onto the bed. Natasha watched him roll a condom down his erection and he grabbed her limp body rolling her onto her stomach.