Taming Eric (10 page)

He waited while she slowly came down from her orgasm, his hands caressing her lightly, soothingly. When she’d settled to nothing more than light trembling through her limbs, he lifted his head. “Push out the strawberry sweetheart.” His eyes moving back down to her sweet pussy and he watched as she pushed down. He was relieved he was lying on the bed because the sight of that little red fruit peeping from her opening before sliding out with a flood of her juices behind it would have brought him to his knees. Bloody hell, he had to bury his cock in her soon. He was so close to blowing all over her and th
e bed.

Just to add to his own growing torment he picked up the strawberry and held it up for Natasha to see. They both watched as the evidence of her release ran down his hand, mixed with the juices of the fruit. He held it to his nose and breathed in the combined scents before popping it into his mouth and slowly chewing on it. God, it tasted so fucking good, a mix of the strawberry and her. It was almost intoxicating t
o him.

Once he’d swallowed it, he dropped a kiss on her lips before getting off the bed to quickly release the ties that restrained her, watching as she rubbed at the faint red marks on her w
rists.

He dropped down on the bed alongside of her and lay on his back, his heavy cock standing up hard and in urgent need of release. His stomach muscles quivered when Natasha rolled on her side and reached out to touch him as she sat up, her eyes meeting his. “Now it’s my turn.” Which made him smile and his cock bob in app
roval.

Eric watched as she picked up the can of whipped cream and kneeled by his side. She positioned the plunger over his flat nipple and he sucked in a harsh breath when the cold cream hit his overheated skin. His nipples hardened against the cold as she covered them both in cream and he braced himself for the touch of her lips when she pulled her hair back over one shoulder and bent towards him, her tongue darting out and licking through the cream and over his tightened nipple. Unable to control himself, he groaned and tunnelled a hand through her hair as his body reacted to the touch of her hot mouth against skin that was chilled from the
cream.

By the time Natasha had licked the cream from both of his nipples he was dangerously close to exploding. What the hell possessed him to do this in the first place? “Because it seemed like a good idea at the time.” That little voice in his head mocke
d him.

When she touched her lips to his, he groaned, opening his mouth to cover hers, thrusting his tongue past her lips to curl around hers. Another groaned was torn from him and into her mouth as he felt her hand move down his chest and over his stomach, her gentle touch making his muscles contract under her c
aress.

Finally she pulled her lips from his and he tensed when he saw her reach for the can of cream again. What the fuck was she going to do now? When she hovered over where his cock strained up hard as steel, he swallowed and his body tens
ed up.

When the cold cream hit him, his breath hissed out between his lips. The cream almost immediately began to melt from his overheated skin and it was agonising trying not to come. He had to hold on and let her do what she wanted. Give her the chance to explore him but fucked if it wasn’t messing with his head. He’d never felt so out of control in his life, well not since he was some hormonal fucking teenager a
nyway.

He tensed, his body tightening almost painfully when Natasha moved down his length before bending towards his eager cock dripping with melting cream and his teeth crashed together as her lips closed around him, sucking him deep into her
mouth.

She worked him in and out of her mouth, licking and sucking her way up and down his cock, cleaning all traces of the cream from his shaft. He could feel the pressure building inside him and unable to stop himself, he thrust up, pressing his length deeper into her warm, moist
mouth.

“Natasha, baby.” He groaned. “I can’t hold on much longer.” He really fucking couldn’t. He felt like he was going to explode. His heart pounded hard in his chest and he couldn’t stop the tremors that racked his length as his whole body screamed out for re
lease.

Eric felt Natasha shift a hand to the base of his cock, tightening around him before she suddenly released him from her mouth and then removed her hand from him. His eyes shot open when he felt the loss of both her clever mouth and firm grip from his
shaft.

He turned shocked eyes to where she sat back on her heels watching him and as his body trembled with his desperate need to come, the pressure painful in his balls, he growled loudly, as his frustration threatened to overwhelm him. “Fuck.” He yelled, grinding his teeth as he fought for control. When he was at the point where the lightest touch would be enough for him to come, Natasha reached past him to pull a condom out of the drawer. She tore it free of its wrapper and carefully rolled it down his cock which jerked at her
touch.

He narrowed his eyes, watching her, wondering what the fuck her next move was going to be and his breath left him in a rush when she straddled his hips and bent to drop a kiss on his lips. Fuck, but he could feel her wet pussy teasing the end of his cock and it took every ounce of self control he could muster not to thrust up and bury himself in her moist
heat.

When she finally started to lower herself onto him and her hot wet pussy closed around him inch by fucking glorious inch, Eric’s control snapped and he thrust up hard until he slammed against her cervix. The feeling of his cock being surrounded by her was the closest thing to heaven that he was ever going to exper
ience.

Natasha braced her hands on his chest and began to raise and lower herself, settling into a steady rhythm, her pussy closing around him, drawing him in deep. Eric knew he wasn’t going to last long after the strip tease, the working over she’d given him with the cream and her mouth so he closed his eyes, trying to fill his mind with anything other than the feeling of his PA’s warm wet flesh fitted around his cock like a
glove.

When he finally opened his eyes enough to watch her, he could see she was building towards another orgasm. Her movements became wilder, faster and it was hot as hell to watch her bouncing on him, riding him hard. He had to make her come and fast before his last thread of control sn
apped.

Eric slipped a hand between them and started flicking his finger over her clit as he desperately tried to get her off before he blew. It was going to be touch and go because watching her drawing closer to her own release was only exciting him
more.

He groaned with relief when he felt her suddenly clamp down hard around him, her pussy twitching and snatching at his cock, while she screamed, her head thrown back. He could feel pain on his chest as her fingers tore at him, plucking at the light covering of hair but it only excited him more to watch her so out of control because o
f him.

He thrust up into her a couple more times before the pressure building up in his balls was released and he cried out her name as he pumped into her, heating her pussy with his cum, the pleasure so intense he felt light h
eaded.

Natasha collapsed over his chest her breathing laboured and Eric could feel her heart thundering against him as hard as his was pounding. His cock jerked and twitched inside her and her pussy clamped around him squeezing the last drops from him. Fuck, he was going to have a heart attack at this rate. This woman was doing serious things to him. She was messing with his mind and testing his body to its limits. He felt completely spent, too exhausted to move, too exhausted to roll her off him so he could remove the condom. Instead he raised one hand and traced circles over the slightly sweat dampened skin of her back until finally she rolled off him and flopped down on the bed by his
side.

After a while their heart rates returned to normal. Natasha began to trace lazy circles on his chest and suddenly feeling the need to hold her in some way, he took her hand, entwining her fingers with his before dropping a kiss on her
head.

“How about we go and have a nice spa bath?” He suggested although that was going to mean getting up and he still couldn’t be fucked doing
that.

“Oh yes please, that sounds heavenly.” He smiled at her deep sigh of enjoyment over that
idea.

Eric hopped off the bed, stretching and yawned noisily before turning back to Natasha whose eyes were moving over him. Damn but if she continued looking at him the way she was, he was going to be back in that bed with her in just seconds. He grinned at her before forcing his eyes away from the tempting vision that she was, lying on the bed and threw over his shoulder. “I’ll go and fill the bath, don’t be long.” He said before heading for the bat
hroom.

Once he got the water running Eric sat on the edge of the bath, watching it flowing from the tap but his mind was rewinding through the time he and Natasha had spent at the hotel s
o far.

He had to face the truth. His PA was getting under his skin. He could continue to deny it. He could continue to lie to himself and try to convince himself she was nothing more than an all you can eat fuck for the week but the growing fear in his mind, the welling of emotions in his heart told him he was full of shit for trying to play his feelings
down.

The thought of Natasha coming to mean more to him than a casual week of sex scared the hell out of him. He didn’t do long relationships. He didn’t do happily ever after. His whole life had been nothing but disappointments, including his childhood. The only thing he was comfortable with, that he knew he was good at and that he could control, was his work. Dealing with emotions was something he’d learned to suppress for years and recognising that Natasha meant more to him than even he wanted to admit to himself was opening himself up to a world of heartache and pain. No one could love him no one would ever want him. He wasn’t loveable. He never had been. That’s why he’d only ever been out with women who were shallow enough to only want him for sex, his money or both. They didn’t want to do happily ever after any more than he did and they were women he’d never want to spend the rest of his life with either. Now there was his PA. Natasha didn’t seem to give a shit about his money but what he didn’t know was how she really felt about him. “Snap out of it Eric.” He warned himself and at that moment, every one of his senses came to life and he turned his head to watch as the woman who was turning his carefully controlled world upside down, stood in the doorway of the bathroom watchin
g him.

He smiled, reaching out a hand to her and when she walked over to him, he pulled her against his side. They didn’t speak, just watched the water as it rose up the sides of the spa bath and Eric closed his eyes briefly when he felt the gentle touch of Natasha’s fingers combing through his hair, trying to brush back that persistent lock which of course immediately fell back over his forehead as soon as she releas
ed it.

Once the spa was full enough he turned off the water and hit the switch to bring the jets to life, watching as the water began to swirl and the quiet hum of the jets filled the room. He rose, lightly touching his lips to hers before undoing her robe and pushing it free of her shoulders, sucking in a deep breath at the sight of her beauty as she stood before him naked. Eric ripped his towel away, relieved that for the moment at least he’d managed to keep his cock under control. He pulled Natasha into his arms, holding her close, still feeling a little vulnerable given the nature of his thoughts earlier and carefully he swung her into his arms, gently lowering her into the spa bath before climbing in afte
r her.

They positioned themselves at either end of the spa and Eric dropped his head back, closing his eyes. It was silent except for the sounds of the water and jets and he relaxed in the warmth until he felt Natasha’s eyes on him and opened up catching her studying him. When her cheeks coloured, he grinned, wondering what she was thinking about to be blushing sud
denly.

Carefully he slipped a foot between her legs, sliding up her leg until his toes hovered near her pussy. His smile widened when she closed her legs together, trapping his foot where it lay, right near her sex. Who was she trying to stop? Him or he
rself?

He wiggled his toes and managed to close the last tiny gap, brushing against the tight strip of curls that marked the entrance to her
body.

“Eric no.” She whis
pered.

He raised an eyebrow at her. “No? Come here.” He beckoned her and waited while she moved over to him, turning so her back was to him and he parted his legs so she could sit between them, leaning back against his chest, the scent of her shampoo filling his nostrils. Damn, but she always smelt so
good.

He pushed her hair off one shoulder and nuzzled into her soft skin, his arms coming around her to settle at her waist. They sat like that for a while simply enjoying the close contact of their bodies but Eric knew he was going to want more. He always wanted more when it came to Na
tasha.

His lips found her neck, nibbling his way down and over her shoulder, smiling when he felt that tell tale shiver go through her. He lifted one hand to cup her breast, teasing the nipple until it had hardened and his other hand moved down, parting her thighs before settling over her clit where he began to rub it rhythmically. Gently he bit down on the lobe of her ear and she m
oaned.

“Eric, please.” She sighed and her legs moved restlessly in the swirling
water.

He kept circling her clit, feeling the tremors racking her body and Eric lost control over his own, his cock lengthening and hardening against her back. There was no way in hell Natasha wouldn’t be able to feel his reaction t
o her.