Natasha pouted at him. “Now here was I thinking I could take your virginity.” She said. “If you bend over, I promise to be gentle.”
Eric chuckled. “Keep it up Natasha and you’ll be the one bending over.”
The smile disappeared from her face. “I don’t think I’d like that Eric. I don’t want you putting anything up there.” She said nervously.
Eric reached out to trace her lip with his finger. “Don’t panic baby. Maybe I’m a rare man but I’m not interested in going anal with you so you can relax and stop clamping that gorgeous arse of yours so tight.” He laughed.
Natasha’s eyes widened. “How did you…?” Her voice trailed off. She really had tightened up the muscles of her butt when Eric had joked about putting the rabbit up there. She didn’t think that would be anything she’d ever want to try. It was a part of her body that she considered a ‘no go’ zone so it was a relief that Eric didn’t seem interested in going there anyway.
“It was the look on your face baby. I just knew you’d be tightening up everything at the thought of me pressing something into that sexy arse of yours.”
“Don’t even joke about it or you’ll be the one sitting on it.” Natasha warned him, jerking her head towards the rabbit which sat discarded on the bed from when he had used it on her earlier.
He grinned at her, their eyes locking together. Slowly as Natasha watched, she saw his gaze heat up. He straddled her body, his hands on either side of her and bending down he kissed her. Even though he was on all fours, her stomach was still large enough to rub against his and the light hair that trailed down the front of him tickled the tight skin of her belly.
His lips nibbled and caressed hers, until she opened to him, her lips parting. Eric’s tongue plunged into her mouth, coaxing Natasha’s to tangle with his and as they kissed passionately, her excitement rose, her heart quickening as his lips and tongue ignited her desire.
Her arms came up to circle his neck, her fingers raking through his hair and she tugged on the silky strands lightly, causing Eric to moan softly into her mouth. He tore his lips away from hers, his breathing faster and with one look at her face, he began to lick and nibble his way down her neck, over her chest before sucking a nipple into his mouth. With each pull of his lips on her breast, Natasha felt an answering pull low in her stomach.
Eric released her nipple, sitting back slightly to study the effect. It had peaked and stood erect, wet from his mouth and with a small smile, he dropped his head to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. Once he was satisfied, he began to work his way down, trailing his lips over Natasha’s tightly swollen stomach until finally he reached her mound.
Natasha’s heart rate increased and she tried to move her legs but Eric was still straddling her. He slid lower down her legs as he nibbled along her thigh, bypassing that area where she really wanted his lips, working his way to her knee, then back up again dipping in towards her inner thigh. He nibbled over her mound, spearing his tongue through to brush her clitoris before moving away and working his way down her other leg.
He continued with the slow torture, moving from one leg to the other, never really spending much time touching her where Natasha wanted his lips the most and her frustration grew. She desperately wanted him to touch her over that most sensitive part of her body but Eric seemed more interested in continuing with his slow teasing and finally she couldn’t take it anymore. “Eric, please.” She groaned.
“What is it baby?” Eric asked, but Natasha knew when her eyes met his that he knew exactly what she wanted.
“Dammit Eric, you know what I want.” She gasped.
“Tell me baby. I want to hear you tell me what you want.”
“Damn you…touch me…touch me down there.” She whispered, yet her eyes flashed with her irritation.
Eric dropped his head and ran his tongue up her thigh before lifting his head again. “Here?” He asked and a hint of a smile tilted his lips when Natasha bared her teeth at him. He ran his tongue up her other thigh before giving her a questioning look again and her teeth snapped together as she glared at him.
Finally Eric moved off her legs and Natasha parted them before he settled back between her thighs. “Tell me what you want baby.” He said huskily and not caring anymore how wanton she might look, Natasha’s fingers found her sensitive little nub and began to circle it.
Eric watched her touching herself, his eyes burning with his arousal and he closed his hand over his erection, sliding his hand up and down his length a few times as he followed the movements of her hand.
The sight of Eric pleasuring himself as he watched her sent a rush of moisture pooling between Natasha’s thighs. He watched her for a little while longer before with a groan he pushed her hand aside and moved down between her legs, his tongue sliding between her wet folds. At the touch of his mouth on her, Natasha’s hips jerked and she sighed with relief.
Eric lapped at the juices in and around her entrance before working up to circle her clitoris. Over and over again he repeated the process until that most sensitive part of her was swollen and her body was racked with fine tremors. She grabbed Eric’s hair, tugging on it as her pleasure mounted. He grunted with pain, his teeth grazing over her engorged nub and Natasha’s hips jerked at the almost overwhelming sensation.
Just before Eric’s tongue sent her over the edge he suddenly pulled away. “I want to be inside you when you come baby.” His voice was husky. He climbed off the bed and tugged at Natasha to help her up too. She stumbled as her legs threatened to give way and frustration at being denied her release was clearly evident for him to see, but he ignored her expression leading her to the foot of the bed and bent her over so she could brace herself on the timber posts.
She felt Eric step up behind her, his hands on her hips to tilt her to the angle he wanted her and Natasha felt his hard shaft against her entrance. He moved the head of his penis through her juices, coating himself until he was wet with her essence and with a loud groan, he buried himself in her, not stopping until he was as deep as he could be inside her.
He reached around her and his fingers pressed against Natasha’s swollen clitoris. She gasped, her muscles closing around him and he groaned. As he began to brush his fingers over her, faster and faster, Eric started thrusting into her slowly. She had already been close to reaching her orgasm and now with him thrusting into her, banging against her cervix and his fingers grazing over her sensitive clitoris, it all became too much for her and with a high pitched scream, Natasha came hard, violently, her fingers curling so tightly on the wood of the bed her knuckles were white.
Eric paused, his breathing harsh behind her as he fought for control when Natasha’s muscles began rippling and clenching along his hard shaft that was deep inside her.
As she started to come down from her release, she could feel Eric still hard inside her and when she wiggled her hips, he bent forward, nipping her shoulder before beginning to move again, thrusting hard into her.
Amazingly Natasha could feel another orgasm building and she cried out as Eric slammed against her cervix over and over. Bracing herself she pushed back against him, meeting every frantic thrust from him. She tightened around him and Eric swore loudly. His control broke and he began to plunge into her hard and fast, grunting with the exertion of his movements.
Natasha’s teeth bit down hard on her lip as she felt her climax about to hit and when it broke, sweeping through her body, she cried out, just moments before she felt Eric stiffen briefly and he swore again as he pumped into her, the warmth of his release filling her.
They stood together for a while, Eric pressed up against Natasha’s back, one arm curved under her, as he held her against him. His breath was hot and rasping near her ear and she could feel his heart thundering into her back as his penis still twitched and jerked inside her.
“Fuck baby.” He gasped, still struggling to control his breathing. “I don’t know how much more of this I can take. I think you’r
e going to kill me. No matter how many times we make love, it’s never enough. I can never get enough of you. As soon as I’ve had you I want you again.” He ground out huskily.
Natasha felt her insides melt at his words. “I know what you mean Eric. I feel the same way.” And she smiled when Eric’s lips rained kisses over her shoulder. “Still enjoy it while it lasts Mr CEO because it’s going to be very different once these two are born.” She told him.
Eric groaned. “God, don’t remind me baby. I’m well aware that our son and daughter are going to make very effective forms of birth control for a while. It’s going to kill me wanting you and not being able to have you.”
Natasha couldn’t help but laugh at the tone in his voice. “It won’t be forever and you’ll still be able to have me, just we’re going to have to work to their schedule. Anyway, you just complained that all the sex was going to kill you, now you’re complaining that no sex is going to kill you. Make up your mind Mr CEO.” She teased and Eric’s quiet chuckle vibrated through her back.
“Ok baby, much as I’d love to stay like this forever we can’t. You’re really wet, my balls are dripping. You squirted and fuck it was sexy but you made me come so hard I thought I was going to black out.” Eric laughed but Natasha couldn’t help blushing at his words.
“Eric.” She squeaked in protest and he laughed again, dropping a kiss on her shoulder.
“Don’t be embarrassed baby. I love that I can get you so excited you squirt. It’s so fucking sexy when you do that and it’s me baby, you don’t need to be shy with me. I love you sweetheart.” Eric tightened his grip on her.
“God Eric, I love you so much too even when you embarrass the hell out of me.” Natasha said. She wiggled her hips to get him to release her and she felt his softening penis slip from her as he pulled away. A rush of fluid ran from her body, running down her legs and Eric grabbed some tissues from the bedside table, before carefully cleaning her thighs.
“Hop on the bed baby. I want to wash you.” Eric said and helped Natasha climb on and she lay down, her head on the pillows. He disappeared into the bathroom and came out with a towel and washer. He positioned the towel under her before beginning to gently wash her thighs and worked his way up until he was cleaning their combined juices from her. Natasha felt her cheeks colouring again at how methodical Eric was bathing her. Something about him looking at her down there seemed strange when it wasn’t because he was touching her during their love making. She couldn’t help but feel a little self conscious. Especially when Eric was taking the job so seriously, his face a picture of intense concentration as he washed away the evidence of their mutual passion.
Once he was finished he returned to the bathroom to dispose of the towel and washer and he got back on the bed with Natasha who was just starting to yawn. Suddenly she felt very tired and turned to cuddle up against Eric, but he dropped a kiss on her lips before extracting himself from her arms again. When she protested he kissed her again. “I’m sorry baby, but I’ve got some work related things I need to take care of. I’m trying to make sure everything is organised so I can take time off work for our wedding and honeymoon plus there’s no way in hell I’m going anywhere near the office once our babies are due.” He said.
“Eric will you stop worrying. I’m not going to be alone anyway. Alice is here to keep an eye on me.” She started to say but Eric interrupted her.
“I don’t care if the entire population of Sydney is here baby. I need to be here to make sure you’re ok. Don’t bother arguing with me, you’re not going to win on this one.”
Natasha couldn’t help smiling when she saw the set, stubborn look on his face. “Ok Mr CEO, whatever you say.”
Satisfied that Natasha wasn’t going to argue with him again, Eric got back off the bed and pulled on his jeans, not bothering with a t-shirt. Sleepily she watched him, the play of the light over his muscles as he fastened his jeans and she couldn’t help licking her lips at the sight of him. God he was gorgeous. To her, he was the sexiest man she’d ever seen.
When Eric saw her face, his eyes darkened. “Dammit baby, don’t look at me like that. I need to work, you need to sleep and if you keep looking at me like that I’m going to want to be back inside that hot, tight body of yours again.” He bent down running his tongue over her lips that she’d just moistened herself and with a low groan, he kissed her hard once and then straightened. “Sleep well baby. I’ll be holding you when you wake up.” And with one last look at her, he left the room.
Natasha sighed, watching him go. She hadn’t slept without Eric holding her for several months now and the bed felt so empty without him, but he’d said he wouldn’t be long and she knew that it was important to him to finish whatever he needed to finish before he took more time off work.
Still, it didn’t stop her wrapping her arms around Eric’s pillows, or her burying her face into them and inhaling the scent of him that lingered on them until her fatigue finally claimed her and she slept.
A few hours later Natasha woke briefly when Eric climbed into bed with her and with a tiny sigh of contentment, she tucked herself up against his warmth as his arms closed around her and with his lips against her neck, she drifted back off to sleep, a sleepy smile on her face when she heard Eric whisper that he loved her.
Chapter 27.
Mother Nature chose to be kind on the day of Natasha and Eric’s wedding. Natasha woke to brilliant sunshine after a restless sleep from well aimed kicks to her ribs from Erica and Nathaniel. The fact that Eric wasn’t in bed with her, also contributed to a restless night’s sleep. “Who would have thought he’d go all traditional on me.” She muttered.
Despite her loud protests Eric had chosen to stay the night in her old townhouse which she still hadn’t sold. He had insisted on doing the traditional thing of not seeing the bride before the wedding and Natasha had tried to argue with him, but he’d been unbending on his decision.
“I’m surprised you don’t want this baby. My first view of you in your wedding dress should be when you’re walking down the aisle.” Eric pointed out.
“I know what you’re saying Eric, but I’m going to miss you. I like sleeping in your arms. The bed’s going to feel so empty.” And Natasha almost winced at the whiny tone in her voice.
Eric’s eyes softened. “I love you baby and I’m going to miss you too, but it’s one night and then the next time we lie in bed together it will be as Mr and Mrs Rothman. I think you can survive one night.”
“What about the babies? What if I go into labour and you’re not here?” Natasha was playing dirty now, trying to make him stay.
To add to her frustration Eric simply laughed. “The doctor says you’re fine, Erica and Nathaniel are fine. They aren’t ready to make their appearance on our wedding day baby. The doctor assured us of that and anyway, like you’ve said before, you won’t be alone. Your Mother, Maggie and Alice will be here.” The look on Eric’s face told Natasha he knew exactly what she was trying to do.
“You’re really not going to be here are you?” She said resigned to her lonely night in bed and Eric pulled her into his arms, kissing her.
“No baby, I won’t. Stop sulking. It’s one night and then we’ll be together for the rest of our lives.”
Natasha snapped out of her daydreaming and crawled out of bed, stretching and walked over to the doors leading onto the balcony to step outside. She smiled ruefully at herself. Her walk had become a definite waddle these days, now she was almost eight months pregnant.
“Whose idea was it to get married before you guys are born?” She said patting her stomach. “I’m as big as a house now. You two are growing so fast.” She spoke softly to her babies. Her and Eric had taken to talking to her stomach often so their babies would be familiar with their voices when they were born. Eric would read the newspaper to them although Natasha argued that they always fell asleep on him when he’d read about the stock market.
There was a quiet knock at the door and Natasha called out
for whoever it was to come in. Her Mother burst her way into the room smiling when she saw her daughter already up. “Oh good baby girl, you’re up. Come on downstairs, Alice said your breakfast is almost ready and I want you to see what everyone is doing. So many people here right now getting set up.” Kathryn hugged her. “It’s going to look so beautiful darling. It’s the perfect place for you and Eric to marry.”
Natasha smiled at her Mother’s enthusiasm, “I’ll be down in a minute.” She told her.
Kathryn studied her for a moment. “What’s wrong baby girl, why the sad face?”
“Oh it’s nothing Mum, just me being silly. Last night was the first night Eric and I haven’t shared a bed for a few months now. I missed him.” She said and her Mother hugged her again.
“Eric just wanted to stick with tradition baby girl. You know what the man’s like. Once he makes up his mind about something, there’s no changing it. You’ll be back in his arms tonight though Natasha, so stop with the long face now.”
As she stared at her Mother, she realised that what she was telling her was true. Eric just wanted to give their marriage the best chance and in his mind, sticking with tradition gave it the best chance. It was her that was being selfish.
“Thanks Mum.” Natasha hugged her Mother again. “Come on, show me what’s going on downstairs.” And together they rode down in the lift to have breakfast and to see what was taking place to transform the house into a suitable venue for their wedding.
It was a hive of activity when they got downstairs, people coming and going everywhere carrying white chairs all decorated with large satin ribbon and bows down one side. The double doors to the rear terrace were wide open and Natasha could see that the chairs were being arranged either side of a sea green carpet that had been rolled out from the double doors down the terrace stairs and finishing near the stairs that led to the private jetty.
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