Finally his heart rate slowed and his breathing settled. He pulled back from her enough to drop a kiss on her lips, grimacing slightly at the taste of himself. Natasha couldn’t help but smile at his expression. She loved the taste of him, she couldn’t get enough, although she had to admit, she’d struggled a bit coping with the volume from his release. He really had been desperately in need of some help and it thrilled her that she could nearly bring him to his knees with his desire for her.
“Shower with me?” He asked and Natasha raised an eyebrow at him. “Just shower.” He said. “Trust me, I’m not up to anything else after that. I thought my heart was going to give out.”
He cupped her cheeks, gazing deep into her eyes. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing, I was going to take care of that.” He pointed to his softening penis, “But I’m so glad you were as insistent as you were. It wouldn’t have been anywhere near as fantastic if I’d taken care of my little situation myself. Thank you baby.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead.
Natasha couldn’t help but laugh, “That was no ‘little situation’ you had there.” She said. “That was a BIG situation you had going on there.” Laughing again when Eric pulled himself up, looking very smug. “Men.” she joked. “It’s all about the size, isn’t it?” And he grinned.
“You’d better believe it baby.” He said, wiggling his eyebrows at her and Natasha burst out laughing, smacking him on the arm.
She walked over to turn on the taps adjusting them until the temperature felt right. “Come on Mr.” She said. “I thought you wanted to shower together?” She tilted her head to one side her eyes running down the length of him. “You gonna have a shower like that? Wet t-shirt competition maybe?” She pointed to him and he chuckled, his eyes lighting up as he looked at her. Quickly he pulled his jeans down the rest of the way, kicking them free of his feet and tugged his t-shirt over his head.
Natasha watched him undress, the way the light played over his muscles and she sighed. God he was gorgeous and for now, he was hers. With one final glance at him, she stepped into the shower turning to beckon to him and with a grin Eric followed her in, pulling the door closed behind him.
Chapter 12.
The following morning Natasha woke when sunlight came streaming in around the closed blinds in the bedroom. She lay there for a moment contemplating what today would bring. Her and Eric were leaving for Tasmania today to stay in his country home for a few days.
Eric was still sleeping one arm flung across her and she carefully turned over so she didn’t wake him. He lay on his back, one leg hanging off the edge of the bed the other one over her legs, pinning her down. It always amazed her how he slept with his limbs hanging all over the place. His arm was still across her and Natasha carefully moved it so she could roll onto her side facing his sleeping form.
His head was turned towards her, his long lashes fanning his cheeks, lips slightly parted and she couldn’t help but feel that it was unfair for him to look so sexy while sleeping when she probably drooled or something.
She had a sudden pressing urge for the bathroom so she carefully extracted herself from Eric and slipped out of bed, not bothering with a robe and headed into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind her.
Once she was done, she brushed her teeth and combed out the tangles from her hair then tip toed back to bed where Eric still lay asleep. She carefully climbed back in alongside of him and lay watching him, the gentle rise and fall of his chest, listening to the soft sound of his breathing. She placed a hand on his chest, looking to see if he stirred and when she saw that he hadn’t, she began to move her hand down over his stomach, following the narrow trail of hair which disappeared under the sheet that covered him.
Her fingers encountered his erection and her eyes rose to his face expecting to find him awake, but he was still sleeping. She curled her fingers around his penis, running them down to the base of his shaft and back up again, flicking her thumb over the head. Natasha kept the slow movements going, feeling him lengthen and get even harder. This time when she turned her eyes to his face, he was watching her from just narrow slits, the blue of his eyes glittering at her with his growing arousal.
“Good morning baby.” Eric’s voice was husky. “Are you having fun there?” He gave her a sleepy smile and Natasha grinned back at him.
“I could be having so much more fun.” She told him and sat up, straddling his hips.
She bent down and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, feeling it harden against her tongue. She repeated the same thing on the other one, then sat back to study the effect. Eric watched her, his lips slightly parted and unable to resist, Natasha leaned in to kiss him, slipping her tongue between his teeth, coaxing a response from him. He responded by opening his mouth to give her better access. The kiss deepened and she could feel his erect penis pressing against her stomach as she lay over him. Natasha began a rhythmic rocking of her body sliding against his hard shaft and Eric groaned softly.
She broke away from their kiss, stretching over him to reach into the drawer, pulling out a condom. She felt Eric’s mouth close over one of her nipples as she leaned over him and she hesitated, while he licked and sucked until it was a hard peak.
Finally she pulled away, sitting up, tearing the wrapper away from the condom and rolling it down his length. Eric’s hands came up to cup her breasts, tweaking her nipples and she closed her eyes. With each pull on her nipples, she felt it spear through her deep inside.
She grasped his straining penis, rose up, positioning herself over his shaft and lowered, easing herself onto his erection. They both sighed as their bodies came together and Natasha sat for a moment, straddling Eric’s hips, just savouring the fullness of him deep inside her.
He ran his hands up her thighs and grabbed her hips, pulling her down onto him as he thrust up. “Impatient are we?” She asked smiling down at him and he nodded.
“We have to leave for the airport in a couple of hours baby.” He said, his voice husky with arousal. “Much as I’d love to stay here, making love with you all day, we don’t have that kind of time.” And he thrust up again.
“Oh god.” Natasha groaned when Eric’s penis hit her cervix and she ground down hard on him, rotating her hips before beginning to rise up and down, impaling herself on his engorged shaft. As she felt her pleasure increasing she tightened around him, her internal muscles clinging to his erection and he gasped, thrusting up hard in response.
Suddenly all control was lost and Natasha started riding Eric hard, her breasts bouncing with her movements. She dropped her hands on his chest, leaning forward which changed his angle inside her and another ripple of pleasure went through her.
She continued with her frantic pace, feeling her climax building and she could tell Eric was close too with the harsh rasping breaths he took. He met her movements with deep thrusts, his fingers biting into her hips to hold her, his eyes narrow slits as he watched her. He moved a hand to where they were joined and began circling her swollen nub. Natasha gasped and dropped down hard on Eric, rotating her hips and grinding into him, her movements jerky as she teetered on the edge of her orgasm. With one more flick of his fingers over her clitoris her climax rocked through her body and she cried out. She heard Eric shout her name and felt him spill deep inside, his warmth flooding her.
Natasha collapsed on his chest and Eric’s arms came around her holding her close as they both fought for breath, their hearts pounding in unison. Once her heart rate had settled and the tremors racking her body had eased, Natasha climbed off Eric and stretched out alongside of him, her head on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. She suddenly felt very lethargic and her eyes drifted shut.
“Baby, you’re not falling asleep on me are you?” Eric asked, his voice rumbling through his chest and into her ear.
“Mmmm.” She mumbled and felt him chuckle.
“Come on sweetheart, don’t you dare fall asleep, we have to get out of here soon.” He said, nudging her. He pee
led her off him and climbed out of bed disposing of the condom in the bin. Natasha rolled onto her stomach making no effort to move.
She peered through one eye to watch Eric as he stretched, arms raised above his head before stepping up to the bed next to her. His hand swept down her spine, curving over her buttocks and she shivered at his touch. He bent down to her, his lips against her ear. “Baby. “ He said softly. “I told you, don’t fall asleep.” And suddenly the palm of his hand came down on her rear, hard enough to make her jump violently and the crack of his hand against her now smarting buttock brought a surprised. “Ouch.” To her lips and she rubbed at her stinging cheek.
Natasha scrambled off the bed and glared at Eric who stood grinning at her. “It’s not funny.” She snapped at him and he laughed in response. He gathered her into his arms holding her tight, one hand rubbing soothingly over her buttock.
“Well I had to stop you falling asleep Natasha. Come on baby, that wasn’t much of a slap. At least it got you up.” He reasoned with her.
Reluctantly she smiled at him. She wasn’t angry or hurt so much by him spanking her, just surprised. “You go have your shower if you want. I’ve got a couple of calls to make.” Eric told her and Natasha saluted him before scurrying off to the bathroom, smiling to herself when she heard him laugh.
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Natasha looked out the window at the passing scenery of inner city Sydney as the limo made its way through heavy traffic on the way to the airport. She was dressed in the warmest clothes she had with her given it was March in Tasmania and although this time of the year was still quite hot in mainland Australia, Tasmania had more defined seasons according to Eric and after having spoken to Thomas, it was definitely cooler there apparently, the evenings already cold enough for the fire.
She glanced down at her well worn jeans that sat low on her hips and her white camisole styled top with a black cotton long sleeved top that tied at the waist, over it, the only warmer items of clothing she had with her. She had wanted to drop home first and pick up more suitable clothes but Eric had insisted she could buy warmer things once they got to Tasmania. She suspected he didn’t want her going home, he didn’t want her doing anything that might make her change her mind about coming with him. She had managed to call her Mother and tell her she was going away for a little while and her Mother had been full of questions about where she was going and who she was going with, but Natasha had been vague with the information she gave her, other than to tell her she was going to Tasmania.
Once they arrived at the airport they walked straight out to the company jet that sat on the tarmac glistening in the midday sun. It was white with the company logo down the fuselage of the jet in the customary red and black writing.
Eric held her hand as they approached the plane and helped her up the stairs, nodding and greeting the hostess who was waiting for them. She was a beautifully groomed woman, sleek black hair secured in a bun, her make up perfect and her uniform matching the company logo in red and black. She smiled at them both and waved them through to their seats.
Natasha’s mouth opened in awe when she saw the interior of the plane. Although nowhere near the size of the commercial jets, it was the height of luxury inside. They passed through what looked like a conference room with caramel coloured leather seats down either side of the jet and small wooden tables dotted amongst them. The next room was more traditional with the same kind of leather seats as the conference room but a large television screen was mounted at the front.
Eric sat down on one of the seats, pulling Natasha down into the seat alongside of his and she groaned when the soft leather embraced her body.
“Oh god, I could live in this thing.” She said and Eric’s lip tilted up on one side as he watched her wriggle and writhe in her seat.
“Bloody hell baby, I think I’m jealous of that seat, you sound almost orgasmic.” He said, his eyes darkening at her obvious enjoyment.
Natasha hit him on the arm and finally settled in her seat. “I’m just going up the front, I need to see Joe and Colin.” Eric said, getting up and she looked at him as he stood before her in his jeans and pale lilac t-shirt, a colour that might be considered feminine but looked as sexy as hell on him.
“Who are Joe and Colin?” She asked trying not to make it too obvious that she was eating him up with her eyes and Eric told her they were the pilot and co- pilot. “Oh, ok.” She said, still distracted by his overwhelming sexiness. It seemed no matter how many times they made love, she could never get enough of him and it surprised her that he had such an effect on her as she’d never felt this level of attraction for anyone else before.
Eric watched her for a moment before bending down to drop a hard kiss on her slightly parted lips. “I know baby, it never goes away, does it? I want you all the time. Even when I come I want you again.” He said and Natasha realised all that she felt, he felt too. The overwhelming need for one another.
“Be patient, I have something to show you soon.” And he turned, walking away towards the front of the plane. She watched him go, her breathing a bit shaky. How did he know, she asked herself? Her expression must have given her away. “So much for being cool, calm and collected.” She whispered. Still, it was a relief to hear him admit that he couldn’t get enough of her either. Maybe there was hope for them beyond this time away, after all.
After about 10 minutes Eric came back and sat down next to her. While she had been waiting she decided she might as well read for a little while and she had her kindle out, catching up on the book she’d started prior to her time away with him. He glanced over at what she was doing and he clutched at his chest, startling her into looking over at him to see what was wrong.
“Oh baby, I’m wounded. You brought a kindle with you to read for our week away? Were you expecting it to be that bad were you? My ego may never recover.” He dropped his head back, his acting definitely way over done.
Natasha laughed at him. “Well, a girl has to be prepared for all possible scenarios.” She told him and Eric grinned at her.
“Give me that damned thing, what are you reading?” He snatched the kindle out of Natasha’s hands and she lunged trying to get it back but he held it high above his head and to one side so she couldn’t reach it.
“Damn you Eric, give it back.” She lunged again, but missed as he positioned it out of her reach again. With it held over his head he started reading what she had been reading and his eyebrows shot up. Natasha’s cheeks heated with embarrassment. His timing couldn’t be worse, she had been right at a very graphic sex scene and now he was going to tease her mercilessly about it.
“He ran his tongue down between her folds, lapping at the juices that trickled onto her thigh……” Eric looked over at her. “Is this your usual reading material baby?” He asked, his gaze teasing and Natasha just wanted to hit him, in between sliding under her seat as she was about as mortified as she could be.
“Shut up Eric and give me back my damned kindle.” She said, holding out her hand for it, but still he refused to give it back. He held it above his head, continuing to read aloud and finally Natasha jumped up and lunged at the kindle, she lost her balance and tumbled onto Eric’s lap where his arm came around her, pinning her against him.
“Oh baby, did reading that make you horny?” He smirked and Natasha gave him her best death stare, struggling to get back to her feet, but he wouldn’t release his firm grip from around her waist.
“Let me go Eric,” She squirmed trying to break free of his strong grip, but he just laughed at her, holding her against him. “Eric.” She protested wriggling and suddenly the mood in the cabin changed. She watched his eyes darken, his pupils dilate and he stopped grinning at her. Natasha felt a slow warmth invade her body and she stopped struggling, her thighs in close contact with Eric’s groin. She was suddenly aware that he was aroused, his erection pressing against her thigh and she moaned softly, instantly feeling her irritation at him rep
laced by excitement.
Eric’s hands tunneled into Natasha’s hair, holding her still and his lips found hers, parting them before sliding his tongue in to duel with hers, She groaned running her hands through his hair, moisture pooling between her thighs, her excitement growing when suddenly the sound of someone clearing their throat cut through their rising passion and she pulled away from him, turning towards the source of the sound.
When she saw the hostess standing there watching them, Natasha scrambled off Eric’s lap and sat back down in her seat, trying frantically to smooth her hair that was tangled after him running his hands through it.
“What is it Claudette?” Eric asked, impatience lacing his voice.
“You need to buckle your seatbelts, we’re about to take off.” She told him, smiling warmly at him showing a set of very white perfect looking teeth. Her gaze moved to Natasha, cooling, her smile more forced and Natasha groaned to herself.
“Another one bites the dust.” She thought. It was obvious that Claudette was interested in Eric going by the look in her eyes. She turned to watch him, but apart from thanking the hostess he barely gave her another look and instead reached over to buckle up Natasha before doing up his own seatbelt.
Claudette left them alone and Natasha breathed a sigh of relief, trying desperately to get herself back under control. She stole a look over at Eric and was pleased to see that he was looking just as unsettled as she felt. He reached over and placed her kindle back on her lap where she grabbed it, turning it off and stuffing it back in her bag. For now it would appear the mood had been broken and Eric’s focus shifted to the window, watching as their jet taxied out to the runway.
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