With his control slipping he dropped a hand between her legs, his thumb rubbing over her clit, back and forth, over and over again. Not breaking contact with her lips he began to walk her backwards towards the bed, tearing his lips from hers and reaching into the bedside table to get a condom from the drawer. Quickly he ripped it from its wrapper and sheathed himself before turning Natasha until she faced the bed. He pushed her gently between the shoulders until she bent over, her hands resting on the bed and her feet still on the floor. He nudged her feet until she spread her legs and he stepped up closer to her, grabbed her hips to hold her steady and lunged forward until he’d buried his cock deep inside her.
She moaned and he cried out as the feel of her wet, warm tissues closed around him, drawing him in deeper. He paused in her for a moment, pushed deep within her body, the head of his cock nudging against her cervix and amazingly felt tears burning in his eyes again. Something about being in Natasha was like coming home. It wasn’t just about the sex, it was that feeling that she was made for him, that their bodies were a perfect fit, that his body recognised hers as the one it was destined to be with.
He felt her clench around him, wriggling her hips and slowly he began to move, pulling almost all the way out of her, before thrusting back in. He kept up the slow tortured pace for a little while until he heard Natasha almost sobbing with her need for more from him.
It was a relief to hear as he was more than ready to pump into her harder and faster and with his fingers digging firmly into her hips he began to thrust vigorously into her, working them both up closer and closer to their release. He reached around her body, his fingers finding her clit and as he pounded into her, his fingers worked over the hard little nub feeling her muscles tightening around him as she drew closer to her climax.
“Eric, harder, fuck me harder please.” She gasped and he bent over her, his chest against her back as he slammed into her over and over again.
“What do you want baby?” He asked.
“Fuck me harder Eric, dammit, fuck me harder.” She cried out and he chuckled but it came out sound more like he was being strangled.
“You want me to go harder baby?”
She sobbed. “Fuck you Eric.” He responded when he heard the desperation in her voice and drove even harder into her, his fingers still working her clit until she tensed, her high pitched scream filling the room and she came hard, clenching around him, her muscles milking his cock until he exploded inside her, pumping into her over and over again.
Natasha’s legs couldn’t support her anymore and she started collapsing under him. He held her, lowering her gently, coming down on top of her, still with his cock seated deep inside her. He knew he had to get off her, he was probably crushing her and when his breathing settled enough that every breath wasn’t an effort he pulled free of her body and walked into the bathroom to dispose of the condom.
When he returned to the bedroom, she was still lying on the bed and he scooped her into his arms, carrying her through to the bathroom, turning on the shower and stepped under the warm spray with her.
Gently he bathed her as she stood, totally compliant, barely able to lift her head. He took his time washing her from head to toe and with her leaning against the tiles, watching him with her eyes all soft and sleepy looking, he quickly washed himself before lifting her from the shower and drying her down. He then dried himself and finally Natasha seemed able to move again by herself, dressing back in the clothes she’d been in before their passionate love making. He couldn’t help feeling like he should be puffing out his chest, maybe strutting for being able to reduce her to a quivering, quaking mess after sex. She was just so unbelievably responsive and he loved that about her. She was honest and real, she didn’t fake her responses and she gave everything of herself to him.
She started gathering up her clothes for washing, asking him if he had anything he wanted washed too. He was surprised that she’d even offer. No other woman had ever offered to do something as mundane as his laundry before.
Together they went downstairs and loaded up the washing machine and once it was running they headed to the kitchen for some breakfast and coffee. It was quite a domestic scene for Eric and he had to admit to himself that he enjoyed it, doing those simple tasks that most married couples would do. It felt right with her and comfortable whereas any tiny sign of domestic behaviour with any of his ex’s would have been enough to have him running for the hills, literally. He’d always avoided anything that seemed too much like there was anything more than sex in his relationships. He hadn’t wanted more with any of them and he sure as fuck hadn’t wanted to give them the impression that there was anything more than sex in those relationships. Natasha was different though. He loved just doing those simple chores with her. Of course he loved the sex with her, it was hot and amazing and overwhelming but he wanted so much more with her, more than he’d ever wanted before.
He prepared a plate full of toast and put out various jams to tempt Natasha with. He made coffee for them, really getting into the whole taking care of her thing. They sat at the table and ate, not talking, just enjoying each other’s company and their breakfast. Once they were finished, Natasha offered to clean up and Eric let her while he pulled out his laptop and started sorting through emails for a while.
Natasha hung out a load of washing and put on another one while he worked on his laptop and once he was almost done he looked over at her where she sat on the lounge reading on her kindle and asked what she would like to do for the day.
“I don’t know Eric. I hadn’t thought about it. What did you have in mind?”
“We could go horse riding if you like.”
“Really?” He couldn’t help grinning at the excitement which lit up her face.
“You like that idea?” He smiled.
“That obvious huh?” She laughed.
“Just a little baby. You do whatever you’ve got to do this morning and we’ll go riding after lunch. How does that sound?”
“Sounds perfect. How many horses do you have?”
“Not many, only four of them.” He looked over his laptop at her.
“Do Thomas and Maggie take care of them when you’re not here?”
He shook his head at her. “Thomas keeps an eye on them, but I have some neighbouring kids who exercise them for me. I have Arabians baby, the kids take them to shows. They can’t afford show quality horses for themselves and I need mine exercised, so it works out well for all of us. They’re good kids, experienced riders. I trust them with my horses.” He did too. Ben and Alex were twins, 15 years old and well experienced handling horses. The only thing that had ever stopped them from competing in shows was lack of finances. Their parents both worked but show horses were expensive. When they had first approached him about borrowing his horses, he’d been doubtful until he’d seen them ride, the way they handled the horses. They were experienced. He knew his Arabians would be safe with them and it had worked out well. He helped them and they helped him, a win win situation. The only reason they didn’t have the horses off his property and on theirs right now was this time of year the show circuit was winding down as it tended to do over winter.
When he looked back up, Natasha was still watching him, her eyes shining with excitement. “Arabians, oh Eric, I love Arabians. They are the most stunning animals.” Suddenly her face clouded over and he wondered what had wiped the bright smile from her face. He didn’t have to wait long to find out and had to hide his grin when he found out that maybe his PA wasn’t entirely unlike his ex girlfriends when it came to clothes. “Damn, what will I wear? I didn’t exactly pack for horse riding.”
“Oh to have a dollar for every time a woman had said that to him.” He thought to himself. He’d be a rich man, well a richer man than he already was. You’ve got jeans baby, I’ve seen you in them but shoes. What kind of shoes do you have? You can’t ride in high heels.” He grinned.
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She snorted at him, in a not so lady like manner. “Really Eric?” She gave him a mocking wide eyed look. “You think?” Before poking her tongue out at him.
He burst out laughing at her. She was so cute when she was like this. “You are sassy woman when you want to be, aren’t you baby? Ok, I have to get these emails done. Can you amuse yourself for a little while?” When she raised her eyebrows at him and she got a glint in her eyes, he knew exactly where her mind was going and there was no way in hell she was going there alone. “Don’t you dare baby, not without me being there.”
She pouted at him, rising to her feet. “Well you’re no fun. I’m going to check the washing machine.” She walked off, heading for the laundry and he watched her go smiling to himself. He loved their banter when she was in the mood to get cheeky with him. Just having her leave the room seemed to rob it of some of its light and life. She made him feel complete when they were together and he couldn’t even allow himself to imagine what it would be like to have to walk away from her, but if she didn’t want him, he had too much pride to beg her to stay.
He went back to his work on the laptop and about half an hour later he’d finally got on top of his emails and had sent off replies to those that needed them. Natasha hadn’t come back so he guessed she was still taking care of the washing.
He got up to look for her and spotted her through the window, hanging washing on the line. Quietly he stepped outside and advanced on her silently. He couldn’t believe his luck when she bent down and he took the last couple of steps quickly, grabbing her by the hips and pulling her back against him.
She squealed, almost dropping what looked like a pair of sexy panties she had in her hand. “Bloody hell Eric, don’t sneak up on me like that.”
“I didn’t sneak. You seemed deep in thought and you mustn’t have heard me.”
“Well now you’re here you can make yourself useful.” She passed him the thong and peg in her hands.
He got the impression she was trying to unsettle him a bit, but she was wasting her time. She could aggravate, infuriate, frustrate, arouse and drive him half out of his mind with lust and love but if she thought giving him her panties to hang out was going to unsettle him, she was way off base.
“Sure baby.” He hung them up and reached for the next item which was one of her dresses and slowly, one by one, he continued hanging out the clothes with Natasha staring at him in silence until finally she burst out laughing.
He frowned. “So what’s so damned funny now?”
“The great Eric Rothman hanging clothes on the line. Who would have thought?” She grinned at him.
Smart arse! He had to fight not to laugh and tried to put a look of indignation on his face. “I’ll have you know I’m quite handy around the home. I can cook, clean, do laundry and…” He paused, stepping up close to her like he was about to divulge some huge secret to her. “I’m damned good with an iron.”
He couldn’t help it, he grinned, his heart bursting with his love for her when she dissolved into another fit of laughter. “Who would have thought.”
“I told you before baby, I’m not just a pretty face.” Turning from her to continue hanging clothes out. He felt a peg bounce off him as Natasha threw one at him and he grinned, winking at her before going back to what he was doing.
They hung out the rest of the clothes in silence, working alongside of each other until the job was done. Afterwards she headed upstairs to find something suitable to wear horse riding and he flopped down on the lounge to watch some TV. It was all very ordinary behaviour and he knew he could get used to living like this with her.
When Natasha came back downstairs she sat alongside of him and he pulled her into his side, dropping a kiss on her head. They stayed like that for a while watching some old movie on TV. Eric didn’t even really know what he was watching and he didn’t care. He was just loving having his baby by his side, the warmth of her body against his, the scent of that perfume she always wore, wafting around his nostrils. She played with the bracelet she’d bought him, an unconscious thing he suspected as she watched TV.
Eventually she got up again to hang the next load of washing out and when she came back inside a little while later, she offered to make lunch. Eric watched her work in the kitchen, making a selection of sandwiches for them and when she called him over to eat, he was surprised at how much trouble she’d gone to. She made sandwiches look like a gourmet meal and he stuffed them down like a starving man. Damn, but they were good too.
“These are so fucking good baby.” He mumbled around a mouthful of sandwich and she laughed.
“They’re just sandwiches.” She said but he shook his head. These were better than just ordinary sandwiches.
“These aren’t just sandwiches baby, these are gourmet sandwiches.”
Once they’d finished eating, they both cleaned up the kitchen and Natasha went upstairs to change into clothing suitable for riding. While she was gone Eric dug out his riding boots from the coats cupboard by the back door and waited for her to come back downstairs.
When she did, she was dressed in jeans, a pair of canvas shoes by the looks of things and when he saw her shirt, he grinned. She was wearing an old t-shirt of his with a belt around her slim waist and even then, the shirt still hung to mid thigh on her. She looked gorgeous as usual with her hair up in a high pony tail. Even with little or no make up on, she was still stunning in his eyes.
Once they were ready, Eric took her hand and led her from his home and out to the path that led down to the stables and paddocks where his horses were. It was a perfect day, sunny, fortunately fairly mild for this time of the year in Tasmania and as they walked, Natasha looked around, her eyes bright with interest in her surroundings and he gave her hand a squeeze, raising it to his lips to drop a kiss on her palm, before continuing on down the track that led to the stables.
CHAPTER 13
When they arrived at the stables, Eric left Natasha standing outside while he went in to get halters and lead ropes for catching the two horses they would be riding. The stables stood empty since he rarely stabled his horses but the twins used them occasionally when they were preparing the horses for the show circuits.
He walked back out to Natasha and together they headed down to the paddocks. The horses’ paddocks were distinctly different in that they were surrounded by high white post and rail fencing. A loud whinny pierced the air as they approached and he turned to his PA when she laughed, excitement evident on her face.
He stopped at one paddock that all four horses were grazing in. They were rugged to keep them warm since their coats were short and Tasmania’s climate was too unpredictable to leave them uncovered through winter. He whistled and all four heads came up, ears pricked forward. Eric opened the gate and waved Natasha through ahead of him.
The four Arabians trotted over to them, Bakari, his chestnut gelding leading the way. “Meet Bakari which means noble one.” He pointed to the chestnut gelding. He was a stunning animal with his wide blaze and four white stockings. He had the classic dished Arabian head, warm brown eyes and pointed ears that angled in towards each other slightly.
Cleopatra walked over, his gentle grey mare and he introduced her to Natasha. “And this lady is Cleopatra.” He patted her arched neck.
“Which one am I riding?”
He pointed to the grey mare. “She has a beautiful temperament baby and I don’t want to take any risks given I don’t know how much you’ve ridden before. Cleopatra is a gentle lady for an Arab. You won’t have any problems with her.”
“They both look pretty gentle.”
“They are, but Bakari is a little more high strung than Cleopatra baby.” Chances were he might be fine for Natasha but Eric wasn’t taking any risks with her. He didn’t want her possibly being hurt in any way. She was too important to him to risk one single hair on her head.
“What are the
names of those two?” She asked.
“The bay is Zuberi and his name means strong and the grey is Jabari. His name means brave. He’s not a riding horse. I saved him from ending up as pet food baby. Jabari had been abused and was very thin. He didn’t trust anyone there for a long time but with handling and care, he’s great now, but he’s never going to be able to be ridden. He was starved during his growing years and his bones aren’t strong enough to carry a person.” The treatment of that poor animal still angered Eric so much when he thought of how Jabari had looked when he’d rescued him. It had been a chance encounter with the animal. He’d been driving past a paddock where some people were trying to drag the starved and very weak horse onto a trailer to take to the horse sales as it turned out to have him go through as pet meat. He had been so angry at the painfully thin condition of the horse, he’d threatened them with a call to the RSPCA for animal abuse if they didn’t hand the horse over to him. It seemed that the threat of legal action for neglecting their horse panicked them enough and they had agreed to hand him over.
It had taken months of gentle handling and feeding to get some condition back on Jabari and for the horse to trust anyone enough to allow them to handle him. Eric couldn’t do all the care of him himself given he wasn’t there all the time so Tom had looked after Jabari and eventually the twins had started caring for him too so now the horse was less fearful and more trusting of people. He had filled out and looked quite good, if not undersized but sadly the damage had been done in his growing years and he’d never be strong enough to carry the weight of a rider. Still Eric didn’t care. He was happy the horse would get to live out his days happy and content on his property.
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