Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

  When he got close to her, he bent forward breathing in her scent. Her heart started pounding and Eric’s eyes dropped to the tell tale sign of her excitement, the frantic fluttering of the pulse in her neck.

  “So what were you day dreaming about baby?” His voice was husky as he looked down at her, his eyes roaming over her face.

  “Do you really want to know Eric?” Natasha asked. She sighed. “Ok, I’ll tell you. I was thinking about how this time with just the two of us might not be so bad after all. I was thinking about how long it’s been since we made love due to my period and Erica being sick and I was thinking about how much I wish you’d just rip your shirt off while you were splitting the firewood so I could watch you and….”Natasha paused for affect. “I was thinking about how much I just want to tear your clothes off you and fuck you senseless. So, does that answer your question?” She asked, one eyebrow arched as she waited for his reaction to her words.

  Eric’s eyes heated at her words and he dragged her into his arms, his mouth closing over hers. As his tongue forced its way past her lips, his hands began to move restlessly over her body, before cupping her buttocks and pulling her into him where she could feel the heavy ridge of his erection.

  When he finally tore his lips from hers, they were both panting. “Well if you want me, all you have to do is ask. I’m here to serve or is that service you.” He grinned before his expression became serious again, arousal burning in his stunning blue eyes. “Dammit baby just those few words and I’m so hard it hurts. I want you too, but I’ve been chopping firewood, I should shower first.”

  Natasha buried her nose in Eric’s neck. “Don’t have a shower. You smell amazing. Come inside, it’s too cold for getting naked out here.”

  With a groan, Eric took her hand and hauled her inside, not stopping until they both stood by the fire. “Strip for me baby please. You’ve got too many clothes on and I don’t trust myself not to tear something.” His voice was husky.

  Slowly Natasha pulled her emerald green sweater over her head before removing her boots and then unbuttoning her jeans, sliding them down her hips and legs until she could slip them off her feet. She stood before him in her plum coloured lacy bra and thong and watched as Eric stepped towards her, his hands rising to cup her breasts, teasing her nipples through the delicate lace.

  “God baby, you’re so beautiful. I want you so much. I can never get enough of you.” He whispered as he slid his hands down over her waist and slipped one hand down between her legs, cupping her mound.

  Eric groaned when his fingers brushed over the lace at the apex to her thighs. “You’re so wet, your panties are soaked baby.” He said, pushing the fabric aside and sliding two fingers past her folds and into her entrance.

  He curled the fingers slightly as he pushed them in, twisting them then pulled them back out, each brush of his fingers touching her over that special spot inside. With his other hand Eric dipped into her moisture to coat his fingers and then began to work them over her clitoris, circling it and pinching it lightly.

  She began to shake from the double assault on her senses. Her clitoris swelled and every touch of Eric’s fingers sent shards of pleasure radiating through her. His other hand kept the constant pressure up on her g spot until she was trembling so violently, she had to grab onto Eric’s arms to hold herself upright.

  “Come on baby, let go for me sweetheart.” He growled in her ear and his teeth bit into her neck. With one more flick of his fingers over her swollen nub, Eric dragged his fingers down over her g spot and with a keening cry Natasha came apart, her body shuddering and shaking as an intense orgasm tore through her body, soaking his fingers. She felt her juices running down her thighs and Eric dropped to his knees, spreading her legs so he could lap at her folds. He trailed his tongue up and down her legs cleaning her up while she stood there, her body racked with tremors as she watched him.

  When he was done, he got to his feet and bent forward, closing his lips over hers, his tongue tracing her bottom lip where she could taste herself on him.

  Eric pulled her against him, one hand pressing her into his rigid penis and the other tangled in her hair holding Natasha’s head so he could thoroughly explore her mouth with his tongue.

  Finally he released her and hastily pulled his t-shirt over his head, kicked off his shoes and tugged on his belt, tearing it free from his jeans before quickly disposing of them too, tossing them over with the rest of his clothes.

  Once he was naked Natasha stepped up close to him, her hand curling around his engorged penis. She moved her hand up and down the length of him a few times before Eric’s hand came down over hers halting her stroking hand.

  “Don’t baby please. I don’t want to come like this. I want to be inside you.” He ground out, his voice tense from the effort of trying to control himself. “Can you get on the floor for me? Put your arms out in front of you, your knees under you and stick that sweet butt of yours in the air. I want you to spread your legs so I can see you all wet and waiting for me.”

  Eric’s husky words excited Natasha and she did what he asked, feeling another little trickle of her juices begin to dribble from her. She was swollen and sensitive and her movements sent little shivers through her as she waited for Eric, her breathing picking up as her excitement started to rise again.

  He kneeled behind her for a few moments, his hands caressing her buttocks, dipping between her legs to brush over her dripping entrance and she gasped as every touch of his fingers, sent a spark of pleasure through her.

  His hands moved over her back, caressing her soft skin, sliding up between Natasha’s shoulder blades before delving into the hair at the back of her neck. Eric bent over trailing his lips down her spine and she shivered, wiggling her buttocks against him as she tried to get him to make love to her. She could feel the hard length of him pressed up between her legs, every movement he made, sliding the swollen head through her folds.

  It was starting to frustrate her having him so close, but not close enough. “Eric, fuck me dammit.” She reached between her legs, trying to steer him into her, but he refused to be rushed and she swore to herself.

  Eric chuckled against her back. “Patience baby.” He grabbed himself and worked the head of his penis around and around her opening. He pushed forward, his shaft brushing over her clitoris and she groaned.

  “Eric.” Her voice was laced with frustration and she wiggled her hips desperate for him to make love to her.

  “Is this what you want baby?” He asked and with one lunge, he buried himself deep inside her. Natasha moaned loudly. “Yes….yes….fuck me hard.”

  “Now how can I ignore a request like that?” Eric joked, but Natasha could hear the strain in his voice and she realised he wasn’t as controlled as he was pretending to be.

  He started to move, thrusting into her, his hands holding her hips firmly to keep her at the right angle. She heard his low groan and he yanked her hips back towards him and began to drive into her harder and faster.

  Natasha felt like yelling ‘yes’ and throwing her arms in the air with relief but in the position she was in and with Eric slamming into her the way he was, all she could do was hang on.

  Every stroke of his penis built up her excitement until she was teetering on the edge of another orgasm. He was banging up hard against her cervix which sent waves of pleasure chorusing through her and Natasha gasped as she pushed back against him. The room filled with the sound of their bodies coming together and she could hear Eric’s tortured breathing as he pounded into her again and again.

  Suddenly Natasha’s orgasm rolled through her, building in intensity until she screamed, her hands fisting on the rug they were on in front of the fire. Wave after wave hit her until she was just a quivering mass of nerve endings and still Eric slammed into her, every thrust, every hit against her cervix and she felt the shock waves through her body.

  She sagged, her body boneless almost and Eric’s fingers dug into her hips harder so he could hol
d her up as he continued to work towards his own release.

  He pounded into Natasha hard, grunting with the force in which he thrust and amazingly she could feel another orgasm building within her. Just as Eric froze, buried to the hilt, Natasha cried out as her climax hit, her inner muscles clamping around him as he pumped his warm seed into her.

  He groaned at the feel of Natasha fluttering and clenching around him and his hips jerked, his shaft twitching as she milked him dry.

  Eric released her hips and she slipped down to the floor. He followed her down until his weight settled over her back, still buried inside her. He lay like that for a few minutes until lifting himself up by his arms, holding himself above her so as not to crush Natasha but his hips were still tilted to keep their intimate connection. They both loved that, the feeling of still being so close, still joined, their bodies still entwined with one another.

  Finally Eric moved off her and dropped to the floor by her side where they both lay, the only sound in the room being their ragged breathing. Natasha rolled over until she was on her side facing him and she put out her hand to trail her fingers over his chest, feeling the dampness of his sweat that coated his skin.

  She bent towards him, kissing him, her tongue coming out to lick the saltiness off Eric’s skin and he growled, his eyes opening to look over at her. “Please don’t tell me you’re after my body again baby. I need a few minutes to recover, ok?” He gave her a lazy grin.

  Natasha gave him an exaggerated sigh. “Damn Eric, really? Here was I thinking my Mr CEO could rise to any challenge.” She threw herself down on the rug on her back. “Apparently not. Seems I might need to trade you in on a younger model.” She said.

  Eric rolled onto his side, amusement in his eyes as he looked at her. “A younger man would be of no use to you baby. He might have youthful enthusiasm on his side, but he wouldn’t have the stamina of a more experienced man like myself. I can always rise to any challenge of yours, but seriously, are you trying to tell me you want my cock inside you again, right now?” His hand snaked out, pushing between Natasha’s legs and he buried a couple of fingers into her dripping entrance. She sucked in a deep breath at his touch and flinched slightly.

  He pulled his hand away again, resting it on her stomach. “I thought not. You’re obviously a bit sore baby and I’m sorry about that but you just rob me of any self control I have.” Eric bent down to drop a hard kiss on her lips. “How about we go and have a shower and I’ll make you feel better?”

  “Sounds perfect.” She said watching as Eric climbed to his feet. She lay looking up at him, the sheer beauty of her gorgeous husband, his muscles rippling as he moved. Her eyes travelled over his handsome face, muscled chest, washboard abs down to that part of him that could bring her so much pleasure, although it wasn’t looking much like it was up to anything at the moment Natasha thought. His penis soft and nestled against his heavy balls. Her gaze continued down his long legs to his feet and she wondered how she could find even those sexy on him.

  When her gaze finally moved back up the length of him she found him watching her, humour dancing in those stunning blue eyes of his. “Enjoying yourself?” He asked and she grinned, her tongue coming out to wet her bottom lip.

  Eric’s eyes followed the small movement and when Natasha’s eyes lowered, she could see that there were definitely signs of life in him after all.

  Bending down, Eric pulled her to her feet, his arm curling around her waist when she stumbled slightly due to her legs still not being quite up to supporting her. When she could stand without nearly falling flat on her face, he took her hand and dragged her to the stairs.

  Once they were upstairs he turned on the water and when the temperature was right, Eric stepped in, pulling Natasha in with him. The warm water was heavenly on her aching limbs and she stood there letting him soap up her body, his hands gentle as he slowly washed her.

  After he’d washed her entire body, paying special attention to her breasts and between her legs, Natasha returned the favour, soaping up all of Eric’s body. Her hands glided over his skin, down his chest and stomach but before going lower, Natasha moved to his back and buttocks, even sliding her hand down between his cheeks, feeling Eric tense as her fingers brushed his balls when she reached forward between his legs. She touched her lips to his back as finally her hands moved to his front again and she smiled against his back when she found him already erect.

  “Hmmm seems like someone’s eager for their shower.” Natasha joked and Eric chuckled, the sound vibrating through her where she stood pressed up against his back.

  She ran her soapy hands up and down the length of his hard shaft, before cupping his balls and gently washing them. Once she was finished, she rinsed him off, then moved around to the front of him again. When Eric looked down at her, desire burned in his eyes and Natasha reached up to kiss him. He quickly took over, forcing her lips apart to slide his tongue into her mouth.

  Passion burned rapidly between them and they broke apart, both panting. “Fuck, I want you again baby. Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt you.” Eric’s voice was husky with his arousal.

  “I want you too Eric. Fuck me now.” She gasped.

  “Are you sure? You were sore baby. I don’t want to hurt you. We don’t need to do this.”

  Natasha kissed Eric again, her hand reaching between them to wrap around his length. “Shut up Mr Rothman and make love to your wife. That’s an order.”

  He grinned. “Well, when you put it like that Mrs Rothman. How can I refuse?”

  He turned Natasha until her back was against the tiles. “Put your arms around my neck.” He said and when she did, Eric lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and with her back braced against the cool tiles, he lowered her onto his engorged shaft.

  Her slightly tender folds parted as he eased his way inside her. Once she was impaled on him, Eric paused for a moment, leaning back to search her face, looking for signs that she was in pain.

  She smiled at him, before pushing her arms down on his shoulders to give herself some leverage, so she could rise up and drop down on him again.

  When Eric realised Natasha wanted him to keep going, he pinned her up against the wall and began to thrust steadily into her with long deep strokes. With the water falling down over them Eric worked them both towards their release, every slam of his penis up against Natasha’s cervix, made her gasp, pleasure shooting through her.

  Her eyes opened, her gaze on his face and she watched him as he thrust harder and faster into her, eyes closed, his lips pulled back from his teeth in a grimace as his own excitement grew.

  “Dammit baby, I’m not going to last much longer. How the fuck do you do this to me all the time? I have no control with you, fucking none.” He growled and Natasha’s inner muscles clamped down around him at his words. “Fuck, fuck it baby……FUCK!” Eric shouted and began to pump his release into her.

  He changed the angle as he thrust wildly causing friction over Natasha’s sensitive clitoris and with a few more hard thrusts that rammed the head of his penis up against her cervix, she exploded, crying out and clutching desperately at his shoulders, her nails scoring his skin as she clenched around him, her delicate tissues hugging his shaft, squeezing it until she’d milked him of every last drop.

  Natasha could feel the tremors running through Eric’s body as he reluctantly pulled out of her and lowered her to the floor before they both sank down under the warm spray. He moved her over his lap and she felt his still hard penis find her entrance. He dragged her down on him until he was buried in her warm body again.

  They stayed there under the spray until their breathing slowed. Eric finally stirred and when Natasha shifted his softening penis fell out of her.

  He pulled her to her feet and quickly cleaned them both off before getting out of the shower. He gently dried her with a towel, taking his time, making sure every inch of her body was dry before Natasha took a dry towel to do the same for him.

  Once th
ey were both dry, Eric brushed Natasha’s hair for her, something he seemed to love doing and she was happy to let him.

  ……………………………………………….

  The next day Eric suggested they go to Launceston so he could show Natasha Cataract Gorge. It was a beautiful sunny day, but the air had a definite wintery chill to it so they were both dressed in jeans and sweaters.

  Eric brought the Ferrari around from the garage and opened the door so Natasha could get in. As she looked at the car and then her husband, she couldn’t help smiling when she thought of the last time she’d been in his pride and joy.

  He noticed the smile hovering on her lips and raised his eyebrow. “I know that look baby. Don’t even think about saying anything bad about this car. It’s yours too now you know.”

  Natasha laughed. “I didn’t say a word. What on earth would make you think I’d diss your car?” She asked.

  “Maybe because you did last time you saw it.” Eric replied dryly.

  She was still smiling when she got in the car and waited for Eric to climb in the driver’s seat. They headed off to Launceston, the powerful car chewing up the kilometres.

  Cataract Gorge was amazing. They rode over on the chairlift with Natasha madly taking photos. The views from the chairlift gave her plenty of photo opportunities of the river, the suspension bridge and when they got off the chairlift and started walking, she was delighted with several male peacocks which seemed quite happy to mix and mingle with the people.

  They walked along one of the numerous scenic tracks, one which followed the river. The path they were on was much higher than the water so it was fenced off all along the way. At various points there were areas built out towards the river so people could get a better view over the river and she photographed Eric from them, then he took her photo. They stopped a couple of tourists and got them to take photos of the two of them together before continuing on with their walk.

  They ended up spending several hours at Cataract Gorge before finally heading back home. Maggie had invited them both over for a BBQ at their home and that would give Natasha a chance to see the twins and put her mind to rest that they were actually doing fine.