Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  It didn’t take long to find her. She must have been exhausted after the stress of the day and she was sound asleep on the lounge. She looked so peaceful and beautiful and he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to touch her, caress her and make her come. Remind her of all the reasons they were so good together. Anything it took to make her not want to leave him again.

  CHAPTER 9

  Eric sat down on the floor in front of the lounge and simply watched Natasha for a while. She looked so relaxed, her expression peaceful as she slept. He bent forward, kissing her gently on the cheek but she didn’t stir.

  He moved closer to her and slowly ran his hand up her leg, from her ankle, skating his fingers lightly over the back of her knee and up her thigh. She shifted restlessly, a smile curving her lips, but he could tell she was still asleep. It looked like she was dreaming and hopefully she was dreaming about him.

  Starting from her ankle again, Eric trailed his lips up her leg, working his way up until he was at the delicate skin of her inner thighs. A shiver ran through her body but still she didn’t wake. Gently he moved one had between her thighs, pushing her thong to the side and plunging a couple of fingers into her pussy.

  Natasha gasped and her eyes shot open, her confused sleepy blue green eyes meeting his. “Hello sweetheart.” He said softly and shifted up her body so he could cover her lips with his. It was a gentle kiss until he finally lifted his mouth from hers and began to trail kisses across her cheek to her ear and gently bit down on her lobe.

  He could hear her breathing hitch as his fingers thrust in and out of her pussy and his lips trailed their way down her neck.

  “Eric.” She moaned his name. “What are you doing?”

  He leaned back to grin at her. “Well baby, if you have to ask, then I’m not doing it right obviously.” His teasing remark dragging a groan from her lips.

  Slowly he pulled his fingers out of her entrance and pushed three fingers back into her. As he thrust them in and out of her, his thumb rubbed over her clit until Natasha was groaning, her hips circling as she lifted against his hand.

  She was getting more and more frantic for her release and Eric was getting more and more turned on, his cock hard and straining against his jeans. Still, this was for her, he was just going to have to suffer this time. His goal was to make her come. “Put your leg over the back of the lounge.” He told her and when she did, he moved between her legs and replaced his fingers with his tongue.

  He lapped at her pussy, circling her clit and pushing his tongue as deep inside her as he could, feeling her muscles grabbing at him. His hands held her thighs apart as he worked his tongue over her and inside her until her hips were rising up, pressing her soaked pussy against him.

  Eric knew she was getting close as her breath panted between her parted lips and he licked and sucked on her, lapping up the juices from her sweet entrance. His cock was giving him a painful reminder that it wanted in on the action too, but he ignored the pressure building inside himself and flicked his tongue over Natasha’s clit.

  “Eric, oh god Eric, please, please.” She whimpered and he latched onto her clit sucking the swollen bud into his mouth. She bucked up hard against him and with a long drawn out scream, she fell apart. Her muscles fluttering against his tongue as she came. The juices from her release flowed from her and he lapped them up, before slowly bringing her down again from her climax.

  Natasha’s body was racked with tremors, her breath rasping as she collapsed back against the pillows on the lounge. He slipped her thong back into place before moving up her body to drop a kiss on her lips. “Feel better baby?” He asked and she could only work up the energy to give him a sleepy smile.

  “Mmm.” She hummed and he grinned to himself. She was one satisfied woman going by her facial expression. She lifted her arms to try and pull him close, but Eric leaned back, getting to his feet. He’d told her that was for her and although the pain in his groin was intense, he tried to not let his discomfort show on his face.

  “Eric?” She reached for him again and her eyes dropped to where his cock pushed hard against the fly of his jeans. Fuck but if it pushed any harder it was going to tear its way through the denim. “Let me take care of you.” She tried to reach for him again but he backed away, shaking his head. Fuck but it was torture not to simply fall into her arms and let her do something to ease the painful need to sink himself deep inside her wet pussy.

  “No baby, that was for you, not me.”

  “But.” She protested, pointing towards the obvious hard ridge of his cock showing through his jeans.

  Determined to prove that she meant more to him than just a body to fuck, he turned away from her. “Don’t worry about me.” He told her as he walked to the kitchen to get a drink of water. Every step was torturous from his cock wedged up hard against the denim. How the fuck was he going to get it back under control? He wanted her so badly and it was killing him to deny himself the chance to ease his desperate need for her but he was just going to have to man up and handle it. He’d gone so close to losing Natasha, to her leaving him and he had to prove to her that she meant more than finding out just how many times he could fuck her in a week. If that meant denying himself, then he was prepared to do it. It wasn’t going to kill him anyway, well, he hoped not, although the pain in his balls had him doubtful he was going to get through this without some permanent damage at least.

  As he drank his water, wishing he could throw it on his crutch before the damned thing burst into flames, he watched Natasha sit up, using her hands to smooth her tangled hair. God but she was so beautiful and she wasn’t helping his problem with that soft, relaxed, sleepy look she got after she’d come. He had to get away from her for a while until he got himself under control.

  He could see from her expression that she still wanted to help him but he wasn’t going to let her, even if it fucking well killed him to deny her and to deny his body that release. “Forget it Natasha. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. That was for you. I want you to know that having you here with me means something. I’m not just looking for an easy lay for a week, ok?” His tone was harsh, but he couldn’t help it. He was in agony and he couldn’t take it anymore. He was going to have to jerk off or he was going to strangle the life right out of his cock. He couldn’t remember it ever having been so hard and it was painful, his balls hurt. Fuck, everything hurt. It shouldn’t surprise him though because everything about being with Natasha was so different to anyone else, so much more intense. She had the ability to rob him of his normally rigid control and have him wanting her, needing her with a desperation he’d never experienced in his life before, but then he’d never loved a woman before either.

  He dropped his glass in the sink and walked out of the room, heading for the bathroom. Every step was painful as the denim rubbed against his swollen cock and it was times like this that he regretted his choice to go commando. It was torture, pure and simple.

  Once he got to the bathroom, he closed the door and stood in front of the vanity basin, staring at his image in the mirror. His eyes were dark with the lust that burned in him, lines of strain showing around his mouth from the effort it was taking to control himself.

  Very carefully he eased his fly down and lowered his jeans enough to pull his red, engorged cock free. His breath hissed out between clenched teeth as the denim dragged over his straining shaft. Fuck but he could drive nails in with the damned thing. Why did he have to be such a bloody martyr and leave himself in this state when Natasha had almost begged to help him? “Because you’re a fucking fool.” He told his image in the mirror.

  Gently he wrapped his fingers around his cock and slowly began to work them up and down, groaning with a mix of pleasure and pain. He’d only been at it a few minutes, gradually increasing the pressure and speed when he heard Natasha’s voice at the door and he froze. “Eric? Are you alright?”

  God dammit, no he wasn’t alrigh
t, but he wasn’t going to tell her that. “Go away Natasha, I’m fine.” He called back his voice rough with his arousal.

  “But I can hear you, you sound out of breath. Are you sure you’re ok?”

  Fuck but she wasn’t going to leave this alone. He was far from ok. If she could see him with his fist wrapped around his cock that looked red and angry, she wouldn’t need to ask him what was wrong. It was blatantly obvious.

  He groaned at her persistence. “Dammit woman, will you just leave me alone, I’m fine.” He yelled back while the voice in his head screamed ‘Liar’ at him.

  Suddenly the door opened and Natasha stuck her head in and his eyes met hers in the mirror. From her angle she couldn’t see what he was doing but he felt embarrassed that she was about to witness how pathetic he’d become, jerking off like an over eager school boy in the bathroom.

  “Natasha. Why couldn’t you just do as I asked?” He dropped his head in defeat, his hand still curled around his cock although he’d stopped pulling on the damned thing.

  Resigned to her seeing him as he was, he watched her approach him until she was almost by his side and saw in the mirror what he’d been reduced to doing. “Oh Eric. Why wouldn’t you let me help you like I wanted to?” She lifted a hand to place it on his shoulder and he tensed under her touch. That was the million dollar question wasn’t it? He could have spared himself this level of discomfort if he’d just taken her up on her offer.

  “I told you, I wanted to take care of you. After what happened, I had to show you somehow that this time together isn’t just about how many times I can get laid, ok?” Reluctantly he turned to meet her eyes. If she had pity in her expression, it was going to break him.

  Her lips curled up in the shadow of a smile as she stared at him and he groaned, releasing the death grip on his cock. “God, don’t look at me like that baby.” He whispered and Natasha leaned forward placing her hands on his chest. There was no way she’d be able to miss the heavy frantic thumping of his heart under her palms.

  She reached up, gently placing her lips against his and traced his lower lip with the tip of her tongue before nipping it lightly between her teeth and he groaned at her teasing touch.

  Pulling back from him, she reached down under the hem of her dress, sliding the scrap of fabric that served as her thong down her legs and pushed it away with her foot.

  Eric’s cock bobbed knowing that gorgeous pussy of hers was bare under her dress. Fuck but she wasn’t helping his situation, that’s for sure. “Natasha. What are you doing?”

  She smiled at him. “Well if you don’t know, I’m not doing it right.”

  Despite the torture he was feeling, he had to smile at her. She was throwing his own words back in his face. “Are you giving me cheek?’

  In a tone of voice so sexy he nearly came on the spot she said. “I want to give you so much more than cheek.”

  Helplessly Eric watched her pull her dress over her head and unclasp her bra, leaving her standing before him naked. It was official, he was in hell. If she left him now, like this, he was more than likely going to cry like a baby.

  She stepped up to him and curled her fingers around his cock and he dragged air into his oxygen starved lungs. She squeezed him gently and he grabbed her hand, holding it firmly so she couldn’t move. “God baby, don’t, I’m so close.” They both watched as a drop of pre cum beaded at the head of his engorged shaft.

  “Let me do this. I want to do this. Please.” She raised pleading eyes to his and he was lost. He lifted his hand from hers, closed his eyes and braced himself for whatever she intended doing to him.

  His eyes shot open again when he heard a small sound in front of him and saw Natasha drop to her knees. Fuck but she was going to take him into her mouth. “Oh hell baby, you’re gonna kill me.”

  She cupped his balls, giving him that Mona Lisa smile of hers and he sucked in a deep breath, his body tense as he watched her with his balls in the palms of her hands. When she bent forward and started to trail her lips down the hard length of his cock he nearly blew right then and there. He began to weep more pre cum and as she licked her way back up towards the head of his shaft, he groaned when she licked up the bead of fluid with one warm wet sweep of her tongue.

  When Natasha began to kiss her way down his cock again he thought he was going to go insane. Fuck but she was tormenting him with the kisses and slow licks. He wanted her to take him deep into her mouth and suck on him until she made him come and he was going to come hard, he knew. He’d been too worked up, too aroused for a long time for it to be anything less than mind blowing when he finally came. Assuming she ever fucking well took him into her mouth.

  “Damn you woman, you are going to kill me. Stop bloody torturing me. Suck on me. Take me into your mouth.” He ground out through gritted teeth. He looked down at her as she gazed up at him and fuck if he wasn’t almost ready to start begging. She grinned at him before bending forward and as he watched, her lips parted and she opened wide, taking him deep into her mouth. “Fuck.” Was all he could manage as he watched his cock disappearing between her lips and he felt her warm wet mouth sucking him in deep.

  Natasha braced her hands on his thighs and began to work him in and out past her lips. His legs started shaking as he watched her head moving up and down and he knew he wasn’t going to last long.

  He thrust forward into her mouth and she opened wider taking him so deep he brushed the back of her throat. The tremors in his body increased, his breathing quickened until he was panting hard and his body tensed as he drew closer to his release.

  With a couple more sucks on his cock that took him deep into her mouth the pressure that had built inside him released in a rush. “Oh fuck Natasha, fuck it, fuck, fuck, FUCK.” He shouted as wave after wave pulsed through him and he pumped warm cum into her mouth, over and over again. He could feel her frantic attempts to swallow around his cock and he briefly worried that he might choke her but the pleasure overwhelming him was so intense, he couldn’t focus on much besides that. His release just went on and on, his cock jerking with every spurt into her mouth. It was so intense, mind blowing and such a huge fucking relief to be able to let go, to feel his seed pumping from him and into her and it was something else to watch her taking him in deep, to see her swallowing his cum as he flooded her mouth.

  When she finally sucked the last drops of his release from him, Eric collapsed against the vanity, breathing hard. His body shook violently and his cock twitched through the last of the aftershocks from his climax.

  He felt lips on the head of his cock and looked down at her as she kissed him before climbing to her feet. Suddenly he felt a flood of intense emotions and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close to him. Fuck she was incredible and he loved her so damned much.

  Natasha hugged him back and they stood like that while his heart rate gradually slowed to normal and his breathing calmed down. He held her tightly, reluctant to let her go and although he had to be nearly squeezing the air out of her lungs, he couldn’t make himself loosen his grip.

  Eventually he lifted his head and dropped a kiss on her lips, grimacing slightly when he tasted his cum on her lips. “Shower with me?” He asked her.

  She raised an eyebrow at him. “Just shower?”

  Fuck but did she seriously think he’d be up for anything else after that? She had drained him completely. “Trust me, I’m not up to anything else after that. I thought my heart was going to give out.” He did too. He’d come so hard, it had been a fine line for him between pleasure and pain. Something about sex with her was so much more intense, mind blowing, simply overwhelming in ways he’d never experienced before.

  Cupping her cheeks he gazed deep into her eyes. “Fuck baby, you’re amazing. I was going to take care of that 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 m
yself. Thank you baby.” He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

  Natasha laughed. “That was no ‘little situation’ you had there. That was a BIG situation you had going on there.”

  Eric pulled himself up feeling smug at her words. So she thought he had a big cock then obviously. Something about what he was thinking must have showed in his expression because she laughed at him. “Men, it’s all about the size, isn’t it?”

  He grinned at her. “You’d better believe it baby.” Wiggling his eyebrows at her and she burst out laughing.

  She turned on the taps in the shower and looked back at him. “Come on Mr. I thought you wanted to shower together? You gonna have a shower like that?” She ran her eyes down the length of him. “Wet t-shirt competition maybe?”

  He grinned at her. God he loved her, she made him feel so fucking good. Quickly he pulled his jeans off and ripped his t-shirt over his head before stepping into the shower with her.

  * * *

  Again it was the feeling of fingers wrapped around his cock that woke Eric the following morning. It was a hell of a way to wake up and he sure could get used to it. He opened his eyes just enough to watch Natasha as she ran her hand up and down his shaft, flicking her thumb over the head and as she caressed him, he got even harder.

  She turned to look at him and he gave her a sleepy smile. “Good morning baby. Are you having fun there?”

  It was her turn to smile at him. “I could be having so much more fun.” She said and sat up, straddling his hips. She bent down and sucked one of his nipples into her mouth and when it hardened, she turned her attention to the other one. Eric watched her feeling his desire mounting and when she shifted her lips to his, he opened his mouth to give her better access and her tongue slipped inside until she touched his. He was happy to let her take control and simply gave himself over to her, the kiss becoming more passionate with every stroke of their tongues against each other.