Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

With no idea where to go, she started walking and as she walked past a jewellers a bracelet in the window caught her eye. It was sterling silver, heavy looking, a men’s chunky bracelet and Natasha fell in love with it. She would love to see Eric wearing it, but she wasn’t sure if he would even wear something like that. She’d seen him wearing a silver chain occasionally and he seemed to have several expensive looking watches, but she wasn’t sure about the bracelet.

  She moved in for a closer look, raising her eyes a little over the $350 price tag, but she couldn’t help herself, she wanted to buy it for Eric. Before she could overthink the situation, Natasha walked into the shop and was greeted by an older shop assistant who smiled at her.

  “Can I help you?” She asked.

  “The silver man’s bracelet in the window, I’d like to have a look at it please.” Natasha told her.

  “Of course.” The woman said and moved off to unlock the cabinet, bringing the bracelet over to her and removing it from its protective padded box.

  When she handed it to Natasha, the metal was cool in her hand, heavy, but so beautiful. The light hit the silver and it gleamed. She turned it over in the light, before slipping it over her hand where it settled on her wrist. It was too large on her of course, but it didn’t matter. She loved it. She decided to take the risk and buy it and hopefully Eric would like it.

  Natasha smiled at the woman. “I’ll take it please. “ She said.

  “Of course, is there anything else I can help you with?”

  “No, that’s all.” Natasha replied.

  “Just one moment then.” The shop assistant said and she took the bracelet back off Natasha, slipped it into the box and reached down to pull out a gift bag from under the counter.

  Natasha handed over her credit card to pay for it and once it was taken care of, she left with her gift for Eric. She wandered a bit further in the shopping centre until she found somewhere she could get a drink, bought herself a bottle of juice, then rushed back outside, right near a taxi rank as it turned out where there were several taxis lined up.

  With a sigh of relief she hurried to the first one in line, jumped in and the driver turned to her. “Where to Miss.”

  Natasha gave him the name of the hotel and the taxi pulled out and headed back towards Circular Quay. She fell back in her seat with a sigh of relief. She might be lucky and could still beat Eric back, not that she was going to lie to him and pretend she’d stayed in all day, but she just wanted to get back before him since she had no idea how he would react, if he’d be worried plus he could have been trying to call her but with her phone dead flat she had no idea.

  Natasha was so busy with her thoughts that she didn’t even notice when the taxi pulled up outside the hotel until the driver spoke to her. With a softly spoken “Sorry.” She paid him and climbed out of the taxi, standing at the large glass doors of the hotel for a moment as the taxi pulled away.

  She gathered her packages up in one hand and stepped into the luxurious foyer of the hotel, glancing over to the front desk where the young man smiled at her. Natasha smiled back but continued on to the row of elevators, pushing the button and waiting for the doors to open.

  The doors silently opened and she hurried into the elevator, punching the button for the penthouse before collapsing back against the mirrored walls as it began its swift ascent. While the elevator was making its way to the top floor, Natasha rummaged in her bag until she found the card she needed to unlock the door and when the doors slid open on the penthouse level, she hurried out and had just started to swipe the card to unlock the door when suddenly it was yanked open, so violently Natasha leapt back in shock.

  Eric stood in the open door way and damn but he looked as sexy as sin. He wore faded blue jeans, fraying around the hems at his feet, the denim lighter over his knees, but not quite ready to tear yet. He had a black shirt on, unbuttoned, parted enough that his incredible chest and abdominals were on display. His breathing was rapid like he’d been exerting himself and his hair was damp, so he’d recently showered. The thick strands were standing up and disheveled as though he’d been running his hands through it numerous times.

  Natasha’s eyes moved up the length of his gorgeous body until they came in contact with his eyes and she gasped her hand going to her throat when she saw the fury burning in their deep blue depths. She had never seen that level of rage on his face before and her heart started beating rapidly in response, her lips trembling. She bit down on her bottom lip to try and stop it and Eric’s eyes moved to watch as her teeth gnawed at its fullness.

  He stepped forward, his hands clenched at his sides. “Where the fuck have you been?” He ground out, his voice low and menacing. “Why didn’t you answer your phone? I’ve been trying to ring you for fucking ages.”

  “I….I..I went out.” She said, her voice higher than normal. “My phone is flat.” She hated that there was a quiver in her tone. Natasha went to back up another step, ready to flee, when a strong hand lunged out latching on her wrist and she was hauled forward, collapsing against Eric’s hard body and he dragged her inside, slamming the door behind them.

  Chapter 8.

  Eric shoved Natasha up against the closed door causing her bags to fall from her hand. His hands came up on either side of her head effectively trapping her. “I asked you where the fuck have you been?” He repeated.

  “You left me, I didn’t want to stay here alone.” She whispered, her body trembling in reaction to his anger.

  He swore again. “For fuck sakes Natasha, I left you a note. I had to go there was a problem with the London office ok? Carmichael flew out here especially to meet with me, what the hell was I supposed to do? Tell him I was too busy fucking you to see him?” Eric hit the door with the palm of his hand and Natasha jumped, flinching at his harsh words. She looked up at him seeing the frustration and anger etched in his face and suddenly she wondered why the hell she was feeling guilty when she’d done nothing wrong and it was his damned fault her mobile phone was flat. If he hadn’t been consuming so much of her time, she would have remembered to charge it.

  She raised her hands to place her palms flat against his chest and she shoved him as hard as she could. Eric staggered back, caught off guard by her sudden moves and then Natasha slapped him across the face, the crack of her hand coming into contact with his cheek loud in the room. She watched with a certain degree of horror and fascination as his cheek reddened in the shape of her hand.

  “How dare you.” Natasha said, her voice shaking with her rising anger. “How dare you talk to me like that. I went out, you weren’t here, I chose not to stay here on my own, so YOU fucking well get over it!” She said, getting louder until she was finally yelling at him, her eyes flashing with rage.

  “Don’t ever hit me again and don’t fucking well raise your voice at me.” Eric’s tone was menacing and she did a very unlady like snort and opened her mouth to tell him what he could do with his order when suddenly Eric’s mouth came crashing down on hers, effectively cutting her off before she could mouth off at him.

  Natasha was still too mad at him to want the invasion of his tongue as it thrust into her mouth and she tried to turn her head away, her hands pushing at his chest, but she couldn’t move him. Eric’s hands tangled in her hair holding her head still as he kissed her roughly, his lips hard on hers, crushing her lips against her teeth.

  He pressed his hips against her and she could feel the evidence of his arousal against her stomach. He thrust against her, groaning into her mouth, his tongue coaxing and caressing her and Natasha’s anger was suddenly gone as quickly as it had flared up. She started kissing him back, her tongue dueling with his, her hands moving restlessly over his chest, sliding into the opening of his shirt, running her hands over his chest, and up to his shoulders where she pushed his shirt off. She made a sound of frustration when it wouldn’t fall free since he still had his hands in her hair. She tugged on it in impatiently trying to pull it off him so she could access the smooth, muscled s
kin beneath.

  Eric dropped his arms, shrugging out of his shirt and with all that magnificent chest of his on display, Natasha moved her hands over him, caressing him, tugging gently on his nipples until they hardened under her palms. He groaned again, thrusting against her before tearing his mouth away from hers, his breathing harsh. He pressed his lips against her neck, nibbling and tasting her slightly salty skin, his breath hot and moist against her.

  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 blo
nde 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.