Taming Eric (23 page)

He rolled her onto her stomach and she went willingly before he lowered himself over her back and parted her thighs with a leg. He grabbed his shaft and rubbed the head over her wet pussy then with one smooth lunge, he buried his cock inside her, groaning as her wet heat tightened aroun
d him.

He thrust into her, his movements slow and steady as he tried to keep himself from coming too soon. The angle didn’t allow for very deep penetration and obviously Natasha wasn’t happy about that when she huskily asked him to fuck her harder. “Please, it’s not enough, harder, fuck me harder.” She pressed the curve of her buttocks against him and he ground his teeth down hard as her words threatened the last of his self co
ntrol.

He pulled out of her, sliding his hands under her to pull her up onto all fours and he moaned when he saw her wet, glistening pussy waiting for him. With his hands digging into her hips to hold her steady, he drove into her again, slamming against her cervix and began to thrust
hard.

“Faster.” She groaned, pushing back to meet his thrusts and he plunged into her harder, his grip like a vice on her hips as she was driven forward on the bed. She dropped down onto her elbows, which angled her pussy higher for him and almost out of control Eric grabbed her hair, holding the long mane of curls pulling her head back as he slammed into her over and over
again.

As the last of his control snapped, he thrust harder, grunting from the sheer exertion as he pounded into her. He could hear her gasping and felt her muscles closing around him drawing him in even deeper. She was close to coming again and fuck it, he wanted to make her come again first, but he wasn’t sure he could hold out that long. The pressure building in him was threatening to explode at any moment. “Baby, fuck it, hurry, hurry, come with me.” He ground out and lunged even harder
still.

His climax slammed through him and even as he began to spurt his seed into her, still he kept thrusting, his hips like pistons until finally she cried out as her orgasm hit. He groaned with relief, still pumping his release into her welcoming the feel of her clenching around his cock as she trembled and shuddered through her own climax. When they were both spent, their bodies drained, they collapsed on the bed and lay there gasping for air until slowly their breathing began to return to n
ormal.

Eric reluctantly pulled away from her and got up to head into the ensuite to dispose of the condom. He looked at his image in the mirror and saw the last traces of passion left in his eyes and his hair all standing up in a ruffled
mess.

That sex had been intense and he knew despite pushing Natasha to breaking point and she had reached it when she started crying, he was pretty sure he’d made up for the torment he’d subjected her to all afternoon. Well he hoped he had anyway. “Stop wondering if she’s ok and get out there and find out.” He told his
image.

He quickly ran a brush through his hair to settle down the ‘just fucked’ look and left the bathroom. When he made his way back to Natasha, she lay sprawled out on the bed, her hair a tangled mane around her and she was sound a
sleep.

Gently he reached down and ran his fingers through the silky soft strands of her hair before pulling the blankets over her. He could feel the temperature had dropped in the house as the sun hovered low in the sky and he didn’t want her to get too cold. Carefully, bending down until his lips were against her ear, he whispered “I love you baby.” As soon as the words left his mouth his eyes shot to her face to see if she’d heard him, but she hadn’t stirred. She was exha
usted.

He would leave her to sleep for a while. There were things he could do until she woke, starting with a shower as his skin felt a bit sticky from sweating through some of the roughest sex he’d ever had. He needed to get the fire burning before the house cooled down too much and see what Maggie had left them with in the way of food. Chances were Natasha was going to be hungry when she finally woke. It had been a long and emotionally exhausting day for her so he wanted to make sure she ate. She brought out so many different emotions in him and the need to take care of her was one of
them.

Moving quietly so he didn’t wake her up, Eric unpacked his bag into the walk through robe, adding the clothes to a few things he left in the house all the time and grabbed something to wear before heading back to the bathroom to s
hower.

He took his time under the warm spray, washing himself, his hair and all the time his mind was on the woman sleeping in his bed. He loved seeing her in his bed, he loved that he’d managed to get her to Tasmania and now that he had her here, he intended to spend as much time as he could making her want to stay. He couldn’t lose her, the thought was unbearable to him. How they’d worked alongside of each other for almost a year and he hadn’t figured out that she was going to be the woman who would finally do as no other woman had done, and steal his heart, he had no idea. All he knew was that he had her now and somehow he had to keep her. Of course there was the question as to whether she was pregnant or not still hanging over them but he’d assured her he’d take care of it and he hoped like hell that she wouldn’t hate him too much for putting her in that position. He just couldn’t be a father. He had no chance of being a good one with the upbringing he’d had plus his own father was bad to the core, so that meant he was bad inside too. He had his father’s bad blood running through his veins afte
r all.

After he’d finished showering and had dressed in his favourite old worn jeans, deciding not to bother with a shirt, he tip toed up to check Natasha, but she was still dead to the world. He left her and headed downstairs to see what culinary delights Maggie had left for them. She had outdone herself with numerous meals that just needed to be cooked in the oven. He put a lasagne out to start thawing, turned on the oven and got to work on lighting the fire. The house had cooled down quite a bit and once the sun had fully set, it was going to be cold inside. Thanks to Tom, there was wood stacked by the combustion fire and inside had already been prepared with a mix of kindling and larger wood so all he had to do was lig
ht it.

Once the fire was going and the lasagne in the oven slowly heating up, Eric pulled out his laptop and started wading his way through a ton of emails that had come in during his time with Natasha. He didn’t want to do anything work related, but given his PA was still sleeping upstairs, it made sense for him to get himself up to date with
work.

He spent a couple of hours wading through emails, replying to the most urgent ones before pouring himself a scotch and sprawling out on the lounge by the fire, staring at the dancing flames, nursing his drink and with his mind on only one thing, the woman upstairs. It surprised him that he was missing her presence. She was only upstairs and as much as he couldn’t wait for her to wake, there was no way he was going to disturb her. She obviously needed to sleep. Still, he’d grown accustomed to having her close, to tease her, laugh at her sassy mouth and even watch her eat since she managed to make that look like she was about to come. “Face it Eric. She’s got you by the balls.” He muttered to hi
mself.

He sat for a while, deep in thought, so deep in fact that it took him a few minutes to become aware of the fact that he was no longer alone. He looked up and there she was, standing on the bottom step that led upstairs, watching him. She seemed unsure of what to do with herself and he couldn’t do anything more than stare at her, his eyes sweeping the length of her. She’d showered as her hair was still a little damp and she looked gorgeous in one of his sweaters. Only his sweater from what he coul
d see.

He smiled, raising one eyebrow at her as he said. “Nice swe
ater.”

Amazingly she blushed, something about her that was so endearing after all they’d shared, how intimate they’d become and yet she could still blush. “I’m sorry, I should have asked but I haven’t unpacked, I need to wash, I don’t have anything very warm with me.” The words spilled from her lips uncontrollably and he lifted his hand to sto
p her.

“It’s ok baby, you can wear whatever you like of mine. It looks a lot more sexy on you than it does on me.” He tried to reassure her. It did too. She looked stunning in his blue cashmere sweater, her auburn mane tumbling around her shoulders and her long legs revealed from where the sweater ended about mid
thigh.

“What time is it?” She asked and he pointed to the clock over the fire
place.

“It’s just after 8 baby. You were tired, you’ve slept for three hours. Are you hungry? Maggie has been busy. I swear that woman thinks we’re going to be snowed in for the next six months or something. She’s bought so much food plus she’s made us some meals that just need heating up. I’ve got a lasagne in the oven. Would you like some?” She nodded but still hovered near the foot of the stairs as if unsure what to do
next.

“Come here baby. Are you going to stand at the bottom of those stairs all night are
you?”

He watched her walk towards him and even barefoot and dressed only in his sweater, she still moved with that smooth, fluid like grace of hers. When she got close enough he hooked an arm around her waist, pulling her down onto his lap before burying his nose in her hair. He could smell his vanilla scented shampoo and he inhaled deeply loving her scent. “God you smell so good.” He said huskily and kissed the top of her
head.

“So do you.” She whispered and just that simple little response from her made him feel so good. He knew he was an arrogant, egotistical bastard at times and didn’t treat women all that well, but Natasha brought out so many different emotions in him and what she thought of him, really, deep inside was enough to have him sweating, so something as simple as her liking how he smelt was good for his ego when he was with her. The attraction between them was powerful and he was pleased that she seemed to feel it just as much as h
e did.

Just when Eric was about to kiss her a bell chimed from the kitchen and he shifted under her, needing to get up. “Hop up for a minute baby, that’s dinner ready.” He chuckled softly when she scrambled up off his lap like she was on
fire.

When he got into the kitchen he hunted around until he found some oven mitts which just happened to be very flowery, very feminine looking ones and when he put them on, Natasha who had followed him into the kitchen, burst out lau
ghing.

“You got a frilly apron to go with that?” She grinned a
t him.

Eric pretended to look indignant. “Don’t make fun of the oven mitt baby and you should know that you never tease a man about his masculinity.” He bent to retrieve the lasagne from the oven and the room filled with the mouth watering aroma
of it.

Just then, Natasha’s stomach made a loud hungry protest for food and Eric’s eyebrows shot up. “I think one of us might be hungry for
food.”

She looked at him with her head tilted to one side. “What else would we be hungry
for?”

Eric’s eyes travelled down the length of her and he gave her a lopsided grin. “You even have to ask?” He asked, watching her blush. His eyes dropped to her breasts and even through his cashmere sweater that she was wearing, he could see the hard peaks of her nipples pushing against it. “You’re like chocolate baby. One can never just stop at a single square. If you were chocolate, I’d be an obese man because I’d never be able to get enough of
you.”

He turned to get plates out of the cupboards and cutlery for them before slicing them both up some of the lasagne. “What would you like to drink baby? Wine, whisky, non alcoh
olic?”

“Do you have any Bacardi? I’d love a Bacardi and coke.” She
said.

“Hang on.” He left to get the Bacardi for her and came back with the whisky too for himself, pouring them both a drink. He took their plates to the table while Natasha brought their drinks and they both sat down to eat. They were silent through their meal, simply enjoying it. Maggie had outdone herself as per usual. The lasagne was to die for and going by the little moans coming from Natasha, she was enjoying i
t too.

After they’d eaten he move to the lounge and sat back to enjoy his whisky while she took their plates, rinsed them and loaded them in the dishwasher. Once she was finished cleaning up, she came and sat down alongside of him and Eric got up to throw more wood on the fire. He came back to sit with her and stretched out on the lounge with his head on her lap. He thought she might object, but she didn’t and instead began to comb her fingers through his hair, her touch a gentle caress which he was more than happy to soak up. It was an intimate, quiet moment, the first intimate moment they’d had that didn’t involve sex, with them just being together and he could have stayed like it forever if it meant he got to keep her for hi
mself.

“How old are you Eric?” Natasha asked and he turned his head on her lap to look up at her, wondering what had made her ask that que
stion.

“Why baby? Are you suddenly worried you might be taking advantage of a minor?” He joked, grinning up at her. She retaliated by pulling hard on his hair and he winced. “Careful of the hair sweetheart, my scalp hurts. Someone was pulling on it that hard earlier I’m surprised there’s any left.” He smirked at her and watched her blush again. God he loved to tease her. She was adorable the way so much embarrassed her, although when they were making love or having raw sex, she was far from embarrassed then, such a contradiction his gorgeo
us PA.

She responded by hitting him playfully on his arm and Eric made a show of acting like she’d seriously hurt him. “You are a violent woman.” He compl
ained.

“Eric, just answer the damned question.” She sn
apped.