Natasha's Awakening (39 page)

While Natasha carefully lay down, gasping when the material pulled tighter between her thighs, rubbing over her highly sensitized skin, Eric walked into the kitchen and came back carrying something in his hand. He dropped it on the lounge so she couldn’t see what it was, but she was curious.

Quickly he stripped off all his clothes and stood next to Natasha, his gaze burning brightly as his eyes moved down her body as she lay, head on one of the cushions looking up at him. Her insides quivered when her eyes stopped at his huge, engorged penis that stood out in front of him. She circled her lips with her tongue and watched when Eric’s shaft bobbed in reaction.

He grabbed the thing he’d brought from the kitchen then dropped to the rug alongside of her and held it up for her to see. It was a cucumber, a big cucumber. “Do you know what I want to do with this baby?” He asked his eyes watching her expression and Natasha swallowed nervously when she saw how big it was. It was bigger than Eric and he was big, he was huge and she felt like she was stretched to the limit when they made love. She wasn’t sure if her body would be able to accommodate something the size of that cucumber.

He leaned over to kiss her, his tongue moving back and forth along her bottom lip and she gasped, opening her mouth to suck Eric’s tongue between her lips. He groaned and kissed her hard, his barely contained passion evident in his kiss. His hand ran down over one breast, pinching her hardened nipple between his thumb and fingers before moving over to the other one and doing the same to it.

He continued moving down her body, tracing the narrow straps of material that helped hold the whole thing together before he slipped a hand between her legs, cupping her mound, his fingers curling in, pushing the fabric aside to dip into her soaked entrance. “Oh hell baby, you’re so wet. You’re always so wet.” He groaned. Natasha pushed into his hand, moving her hips, trying to make him touch her where she wanted to be touched. “What do you want baby?” He asked.

“You know what I want.” She breathed.

“Tell me what you want.” He said and Natasha groaned. “Here?” He asked, his fingers delving deeper into her body and she gasped. “Here?” He trailed his fingers up and down between her folds and she moved her head from side to side, frustration evident in her eyes as she looked at him.

“Please,” She whispered.

“Tell me what you want baby.” He said again and Natasha reached down grabbing his hand in hers and pressed his fingers against her swollen clitoris.

“Here.” She cried out when Eric pressed against it, smearing her juices around it, circling it and flicking his thumb over her nub. She flinched, crying out. It was too sensitive and her back arched, her hips bucking as he kept circling her clitoris and brushing his thumb over it again and again.

As he drove her crazy bringing her closer and closer to her orgasm, he moved his other hand between her legs and she felt the cucumber at her entrance. Slowly Eric began to push it into her and Natasha moaned as her delicate tissues inside slowly parted, opening up to accommodate it. 

It was big, too big but still he continued to work it carefully into her body. She felt a slight stinging as she was stretched more than she would have thought possible until finally the cucumber was buried in her, pressed hard up against her cervix.

Slowly Eric began to move it in and out of her body with one hand while he caressed her clitoris with the other hand. Natasha writhed around, her head shifting restlessly on the cushion and she squeezed her eyes shut tightly as the pleasure spearing through her body threatened to become too much.

“Open your eyes baby.” Eric said and she reluctantly forced them open, her passion glazed eyes meeting his heated one as he watched her reaction to what he was doing to her. Gradually Eric moved the cucumber in and out of her faster, pressing it hard into her so it hit her cervix over and over again. Natasha could feel her orgasm looming within her body and she gasped, her breathing panting past her parted lips. Her hips began to circle under his touch and she jammed her eyes shut again, fighting for control. “Open your eyes.” Eric told her. “Keep them open.” He said when she did, her gaze meeting his.

Faster his fingers brushed over her sensitive little button, the cucumber moved faster and faster in and out of her entrance and her muscles closed around it, grabbing at it, her inner muscles clutching at it as she teetered on the edge of her release. “Eric.” She groaned her hips rising up off the rug as the pleasure threatened to overwhelm her. “Fuck, Eric.” She cried her head thrashing from side to side.

“Let it go baby.” He urged her and as Natasha’s eyes locked with his, her orgasm slammed through her, exploding through her body and she screamed, Eric’s name spilling from her lips as she sobbed and gasped through such an intense climax that she almost blacked out. His face fading momentarily before slowly coming back into focus. Her body went rigid, shudders chorusing through her until she finally collapsed back against the rug and lay there trembling uncontrollably, her heart thudding behind her breast.

“Fuck that was so sexy baby.” Eric whispered, dropping his head to kiss her and slowly he pulled the cucumber free of her body, her juices trickling out behind it. He moved down between her legs, lapping at her core, licking and sucking at her until he’d cleaned up all the fluids that were flowing from her soaking the fabric of her clothing.

Eric tossed the cucumber aside stiffening his tongue and flicking it over and over her super sensitive clitoris. Natasha shuddered in reaction, her hands pushing against Eric’s shoulders, trying to make him stop as it was too much, too intense. “Eric, please. I can’t take it. You have to stop. It’s too much. “ She gasped but amazingly she could feel another orgasm threatening to flood her body again. Eric wouldn’t stop, his assault on her delicate flesh unrelenting until finally she erupted again, sobbing and gasping, tears streaming from the corners of her eyes as he lapped at her folds, sucking on her and finally dropping a lingering kiss at the apex of her thighs.

Natasha lay there for what felt like a long time, tremors racking her body, a fine film of perspiration coating her skin. Eric had moved up to lie alongside of her, his hand smoothing down her body, soothing her as she slowly recovered from her mind blowing orgasms.

He kissed her, his lips lingering on hers and Natasha could taste herself on him as she kissed him back. Her body felt too heavy, her limbs boneless. She couldn’t move, she just lay there, gasping for air as Eric gently caressed her, dropping kisses over her body, constantly telling her how amazing she was.

Natasha felt sleepy, her body heavy and she closed her eyes. “Oh no you don’t baby.” He warned her, seeming to know that she could easily have fallen asleep on him. “It’s my turn now.” He said lying down on the rug beside her. “Get on top baby.” He urged her. When Natasha rolled onto her side, her hand reached out, closing around his erection that was straining and rock hard with the veins bulging all along the length of it. Despite his almost calm demeanor, Natasha could see he was far from unaffected after bringing her to her two earth shattering climaxes. There was a fine tremor running through him, his breathing was short and choppy and under the glow from the fire she could see perspiration beading his top lip.

When her hand closed around him, he jerked against her palm and his hips twitched in response. A bead of fluid appeared at the head of his hard penis and Natasha bent forward, her tongue coming out to lick it away. Eric groaned and his penis bobbed in reaction. He pushed her hand away from him, his eyes pleading almost when he turned to her. “No baby, please. I don’t want to come in your hand or even your mouth as amazing as it is. I need to be inside you. I have to be inside you.” His voice had a note of desperation to it.

“What about a condom?” Natasha asked and Eric grunted.

“Fuck the condom. You said it’s close enough to your period that you won’t get pregnant and if it’s already happened then it’s not going to change things now.” Eric said huskily as Natasha’s hand returned to curl around his penis. “Fuck it baby. Please, you’re killing me.” He groaned. “If we don’t need a fucking condom, I don’t want to use a fucking condom. It feels so damned amazing without it.” He ground out. “Natasha, baby, stop it.” He begged as she moved her hand down the length of him and again he peeled her fingers off his steely length and pulled at her. “Get on top baby, please.” He begged, his eyes desperate and finally Natasha sat up, straddling Eric’s hips. She grasped his penis and after positioning herself over him, slowly she eased her way down a small smile curving her lips when she heard Eric’s heartfelt groan and his softly spoken. “Thank you.”

Natasha braced her hands on his chest and lifted up until only the head of his penis was still inside her, then eased her way down again, her inner muscles tightening at the slow, pleasurable sensation of him gradually filling her, stretching her again.

“Baby, you’re torturing me.” Eric groaned, his hips shifting and he thrust up hard into her. “I need you, fuck it baby, ride me, fuck me hard.” He squeezed out through gritted teeth and Natasha’s stomach fluttered at his words. She groaned softly, his words exciting her, turning her on and she bent forward over his chest and began to raise and lower herself, coming down hard on his thighs, gasping as he slammed into her cervix. He was buried deep in her, impaling her and she bounced up and down on him, riding him hard. His hands came up, his fingers digging into her hips as he encouraged her to move even faster.

Natasha couldn’t believe that she could feel yet another orgasm building in her. She threw her head back, eyes closed and pushed herself up, dropping down again, gasping when he slammed into her buried deep, as far as he could go. Her breasts bounced up and down and Eric trailed his hands up her sides to her breasts, cupping them briefly before moving back to grasp her hips in his firm grip again.

Eric pushed up, thrusting his hips hard as his own release drew closer and he began to breathe heavily, his breath hissing through his gritted teeth. “Fuck baby, fuck.” He gasped, “Fuck this is it.” He groaned and his groan became a shout as his own release hit. He bucked wildly, slamming into her hard and she could feel him pumping hard up against her cervix, his warm seed flooding her. He pushed into her again and with a low cry, Natasha’s orgasm hit. Weakly she collapsed on his chest and his arms came around her. They lay like that for a while before finally Natasha lifted off Eric and lay down on the rug beside him.

Without the condom she felt the warmth of his seed running down her thigh and Natasha couldn’t control an almost overwhelming sense of satisfaction that he derived that much pleasure from her body. She loved it when he came inside her bare. To have that evidence of his passion inside her body excited her.

Eric got up and put some more wood on the fire and padded through the house naked coming back with a damp cloth. He also had a blanket under one arm. “I thought we could sleep here tonight baby, if you want.” He said and Natasha nodded sleepily. It was so warm by the fire and the rug was thick and surprisingly comfortable. “Move your legs sweetheart.” When she opened her eyes, she saw he was waiting to take care of her. Natasha parted her legs and gently Eric wiped her down, running the warm cloth over her thighs, rubbing gently over her mound until he was satisfied. Once he was done he disappeared to the back of the house again but he was gone only a short while before he dropped down alongside of her, covering them with the blanket.

Eric pulled her into his arms and Natasha yawned widely. She heard his chuckle in her ear. “Tired baby are we?” And he laughed when she yawned again. He tucked her in close, his body molded to hers and his lips placed soft kisses down her neck and over her bare shoulder. As she dozed, she heard Eric’s low voice telling her how beautiful she was, how sexy she was and with every word spoken, he kissed her.

Natasha tried to stay awake to hear him, but she was so tired and Eric’s quiet words were soothing her, making her sleepy. He whispered in her ear about how much he wanted her and needed her but just before sleep claimed her, he said something so low, she couldn’t quite work out what it was. For a moment she thought he’d whispered that he loved her but she knew that had to be her imagination playing tricks on her.

“What did you say?” She mumbled, as sleep tried to claim her.

“Nothing baby, it doesn’t matter.” Eric said and too tired to think about it any longer, Natasha gave herself over to sleep.

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Natasha woke slowly, her body a bit stiff and sore from sleeping on the floor. She could hear Eric’s voice coming from the kitchen and she opened her eyes just in time to see him hang up his phone. He walked over to her already dressed in jeans and a white t-shirt, his hair damp so he must have had a shower. “Baby that was Thomas. He and Maggie are dropping round in an hour.” He told her.

Her eyes shot open and she looked up at him wide eyed, panic clearly showing in her expression. “An hour?” She squeaked, throwing off the blanket and scrambling to her feet, staggering slightly until Eric grabbed her as her legs threatened to give way. “An hour Eric? How am I supposed to be ready in an hour.” She demanded, hands on her hips as she confronted him.

He smiled at her. “You look so adorable when you’re angry.” He said and Natasha snorted. “You look sexy when you’re angry too, especially when you’re about to tell me off while you’re naked. “ He pointed out grinning at her and Natasha’s eyes dropped down to herself. Damn, she’d forgotten in her panic that she was naked.

“Oh shut up Eric.” She snapped and stormed off, running up the stairs to start getting ready, bristling in indignation when she heard his laughter behind her.

She showered as quickly as she could, washing her hair and brushing her teeth. She dressed in an emerald green dress with large white polka dots. She loved this dress. It was a retro style dress, with a tight fitting bodice to the waist, but the skirt was full and fell to just below her knees. She pulled on some green shoes which perfectly matched her dress and then with the aid of the blowdryer, she hastily dried her hair and applied some light make up. Once she was satisfied with her appearance, she walked back downstairs.