He swore again with frustration. His body ached like hell with his need to sink his cock inside her but he couldn’t, he fucking well couldn’t. “I can’t believe it. I was going to fucking well do it again.” When he saw the disappointment in Natasha’s eyes, he nearly said to hell with it and buried himself in her anyway. “Don’t look at me like that baby. Fuck do you have any idea how much I just want to sink into your warm body right now, feel you tight, wet and warm around me?” He looked down to where her pussy glistened, wet, swollen with her need, weeping her juices and he groaned. “I can’t. I don’t have any more condoms with me.”
He saw disappointment cloud her face before it cleared. “It doesn’t matter. My period should come in the next couple of days and if I’m pregnant already, then it’s not going to matter. The timing isn’t right for me to fall pregnant now. It’s too close to my period. It’s ok Eric, it will be ok.”
At her words, he felt torn. His desire made him want to simply say, ‘ok’ and get back to making love to her but that tiny little bit of common sense that was only just hanging on inside him, told him not to take the risk. A part of him conceded that what she was saying was true. He was no expert on women’s cycles, but he knew that unprotected sex mid cycle was more likely to end in pregnancy than just a couple of days before hand, or so he hoped and she was also right that if she was already pregnant, it wasn’t going to make much difference now. He knew his resolve was weakening, he could feel it as he silently debated what to do but the biggest problem he had was he wanted her too much. His little head was going to win over his big head he knew it and he suspected Natasha did too.
“God baby, are you sure?” When she nodded, he was lost. “Can you get in doggy for me sweetheart?” Watching as she rolled over, pulling herself onto all fours, her sweet ass pointed up to him as she lowered her self onto her elbows. The sight of her glistening folds angled up to him nearly pushed him over the edge.
He grabbed her hips, positioning himself behind her, his cock slipping between her legs to rest against the opening to her wet pussy. With one smooth lunge, he was back inside her to the hilt. The sensation of her closing snuggly around him made his cock jerk and he sucked in air as his arousal began to build in him again. “Oh fuck. You feel so good baby, so wet, so fucking tight, so bloody amazing without a condom.” She did too. The feeling of being inside her bare was mind blowing, it was so much more intense.
He bent over her and began to thrust, no longer able to keep still as she clenched around him, those sweet, feminine muscles of hers, determined to milk him. If he wasn’t already on his knees, he’d say she had to power to bring him to them.
With his fingers digging into her hips to hold her steady, he increased his pace, slamming into her until their bodies pounded against one another. Natasha started moaning and he sensed she was getting close to coming. She never ceased to amaze him at how fucking responsive she was. He grabbed her pony tail, tugging on it probably harder than he intended, but he was out of control now and he leaned back, using her hair like reins and pounded into her hard and fast.
“Oh Eric, yes, yes, YES!” She screamed.
Her rising excitement fuelled his and he lost that last tiny thread of his control. “Dammit baby, I can’t wait.” He gasped, plunging deeper and harder. When she suddenly tightened around him, he was lost. He shouted her name as he started to come, his cock jerking hard with every spurt as he pumped his seed deep inside her. His hips jerked uncontrollably with the force of his release. Fuck but it was intense. If he died now, he’d die a happy man.
As he squeezed out the last of his seed inside her, thrusting a few more times before he lost his hard on, he felt Natasha come apart around him, her muscles tightening, closing around him like a vice, which dragged a ragged groan from him.
She collapsed onto the thick grass and he followed her down knowing he should move to get his weight off her but he felt so spent. He could feel their combined release trickling out of her pussy and when he finally pulled free of her, and she climbed back up onto all fours, he watched a rush of fluid gush from her, running down the inside of her thigh. “Fuck baby. I’m sorry, I need to clean you down before you get dressed, but I have nothing with me.”
“It’s ok Eric.” She cupped his cheek and with a deep sigh, he pulled her to her feet, pulling her close with a sudden need to hold her in his arms. He could smell the scent of his release and hers rising from her and it was a heady, intoxicating mix for him. Before it could turn him on again, he stepped back from her and together they quietly got dressed.
Once they were ready, he noticed Natasha take one final glance at their little oasis and taking her hand, they headed back to the horses.
* * *
Back at the stables, Natasha helped him unsaddle both horses and remove their bridles. She carried some of the tack back to the stables for him and he grabbed brushes so they could groom the horses until their coats gleamed in the afternoon sun.
He made up a couple of small feeds for Bakari and Cleopatra more as a treat for them than a necessity and they held them on their leads while the horses ate. Once they’d eaten, they rugged them again and lead them back to the paddock to let them go back with the other two. They cantered off to join their paddock mates and Eric threw his arm around Natasha’s shoulders while they watched the horses all play together for a few minutes before settling back down to graze.
He kept his arm around her as they walked back to the house and he felt her arm come around his waist, holding him close. She seemed to be as caught up in the need for close physical contact as he was and it brought a contented smile to his face as they walked.
Back at the house he offered to prepare dinner while she went outside to remove the clothes from the line before the night air dampened them and then she told him she was going for a shower. He could understand her need for one. He was concerned her muscles might be protesting at the unfamiliar use of them by morning, so a nice warm shower might loosen her up, plus after loading her up with his seed, she probably was keen to remove the stickiness from between her legs. He’d come so hard, despite his climax not long before that, but something about her just drove him crazy and she not only turned him on like no other woman ever had, he came like he’d never come before. She blew his mind and his body.
He chose another one of Maggie’s premade meals, Tuna Bake for dinner and decided to make a salad to go with it. He was just in the process of chopping up the vegetables when Natasha came back downstairs, sitting on one of the bar stools to watch him. He handed her a Bacardi and coke and reached over the kitchen bar to kiss her, breathing deeply of the delicious scent of her shampoo and perfume that rose from her.
She was wearing another one of his sweaters, obviously something she liked to do, wearing his clothes, probably because as they hadn’t been shopping yet, she still didn’t have any really warm clothes to wear.
He went back to cutting up the tomatoes in front of him and she leaned over grabbing a wedge of tomato, popping it into her mouth. He swatted at her when she went to reach for another. “Stop stealing the food baby.”
Once the tomatoes were cut up and added to the salad bowl, he started dicing cheese into cubes and again Natasha reached to grab a cube. His hand closed over hers and when she tried to pull free, his sweater slipped off one shoulder and he froze when he saw the red satin rising up to tie at the back of her neck. Oh fuck, she was wearing that little red number that was probably going to give him a coronary when he saw her in it and nothing else but it.
“Please don’t tell me that’s the little red number you showed me earlier.” He closed his eyes. He knew it was but still he asked anyway. Maybe he just wanted to torture himself that little bit more. She didn’t answer him, just gave him her Mona Lisa smile. “Natasha?” He asked again.
“You told me not to tell you so I’m not.” She smirked and he fought back a grin. Smart arse.
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sp; “God dammit baby, how the hell am I supposed to get through dinner knowing that you’re wearing that outfit under my sweater that’s gonna kill me for sure. That’s assuming I don’t cut my fingers off finishing this salad.”
She laughed at him and he continued preparing the salad, mumbling under his breath the whole time about the possibility of losing his fingers if he didn’t concentrate on what he was doing and kept his eyes off that teasing red satin that was set to torment him.
Once dinner was ready, he took the tuna bake from the oven and served them both some. Natasha carried their plates to the table with the cutlery and Eric brought the salad. When the table was set, they both sat down to eat.
Again Maggie had created a culinary delight for them and Natasha asked when she was likely to meet the famous Maggie.
“She might come over tomorrow baby, but I can always give her a call if you want to meet her.”
“I’d really love to.”
“I’ll give them a call in the morning then and see if they’d like to drop around.”
After dinner Natasha cleaned up their plates and loaded the dishwasher. Eric sat down to check emails again and he saw her sit down and start reading from her kindle once she’d finished in the kitchen. It was just a nice little domestic scene again, something that he could definitely get used to.
Eric sensed after a while that Natasha was getting restless when she switched off her kindle and settled for watching him work. He hastily finished off what he was doing and shut down his laptop before telling her he was going for a shower. He was eager to see her in her little red number but after horse riding and their time in his favourite secret area on his property, he wanted to be freshly showered before he touched her again.
He showered as quickly as he could, shaved, brushed his teeth and splashed on some aftershave before dressing in jeans and a black t-shirt. Once he was ready, he padded back down the stairs, barefoot.
He could hear Natasha’s voice and when he got down to the last couple of stairs he could see she was on her mobile phone. She was talking to her Mother but the next words out of her mouth sent pain lancing through his body. “He’s no one Mum. It’s not serious ok? Don’t go booking the church just yet please.” Just at that moment she looked up and saw him standing at the bottom of the stairs. “Mum I have to go.” She nodded a few more times and Eric worked out from the one sided conversation that her Mother wanted to know when she’d be back on the mainland. She finally got off the phone and he walked over to her.
His heart was still aching at the way she’d dismissed him as nothing to her Mother. Well, that told him what she really thought at least. It might have been honest but it was still painful to hear and to accept.
Knowing full well that she had been talking to her Mother didn’t stop him from asking. “That was your Mum?”
“Yes. I thought I’d better give her a quick call otherwise she’ll have me lost in the wilderness of Tasmania or something.”
Eric started preparing the fire and lit it. Once it was burning well, he added a few logs, stretching to ease a couple of kinks in his spine and when he turned to Natasha, she was watching him, those stunning eyes of hers tracking the length of his body. The attraction between them flared to life, but he was still feeling sorry for himself over her words to her Mother and he walked off to the kitchen, asking her if she wanted a drink but she shook her head.
He poured himself a scotch, larger than he’d normally have but he wanted something to take the edge off the hurt that still flowed through his body. He sat down on the lounge but at one end, not making any attempt to get close to her as he normally would. He could feel her eyes on him every few minutes or so as he sat in silence, her dismissive words to her Mother playing over and over again in his head.
“What’s wrong Eric?” She asked him.
Obviously she could sense there was something bothering him so he might as well have it out with her. “What did you mean when you told your Mother I was no one?”
She sighed noisily, reaching out to take his hand in hers. “Oh for crying out loud Eric, I told my Mother that to stop her asking a whole string of questions. You’re the one who wanted this time away to be a secret. If I told her who I was with, that I was with my boss, she’d be planning our wedding. You have no idea how much she wants to see me married off. Her greatest fear is to have her only child left on the shelf.”
His mind digested what she said and he felt relief flow through him. He could understand in that case why she’d said what she did to her Mother. If her Mother really did want her daughter married off, then her words made sense because although his feelings had changed, Natasha didn’t know that and she still believed that their time away was supposed to be a secret. He couldn’t help but wonder if she was ready to give up their time together all the same.
“Have you thought about when you want to go home?” He braced himself for her answer. He wasn’t ready to give up the time they were spending together and he hoped like hell that she was feeling the same way.
“No I haven’t. Why do you want to go back?”
Despite his relief that she was no more interested in facing the real world again as he was he knew they couldn’t stay here forever as tempting as the idea was. He assured her that he was happy the way things were for now although they would eventually have to head back.
They sat in silence for a while and as he sipped his drink he became aware that Natasha seemed restless, almost nervous. What the hell was going on with her now? She got up telling him she was going to the bathroom and he watched her leave the room curious as to when he’d get to see her in that little red number.
While she was gone, he ducked into the kitchen, rummaging in the fridge for something he wanted to try using on Natasha tonight. He left it sitting on the kitchen bench so it wouldn’t be so cold and put her into orbit when he touched her with it. He sat down on the lounge again and closed his eyes while he waited for her to come back from the downstairs bathroom. After a while he heard the soft pad of her bare feet on the floorboards and cranked his eyes open to just slits. At the sight of her dressed only in that red satin outfit of hers, he was instantly hard, but he couldn’t resist having a little bit of fun with her and closed his eyes although every inch of his body was screaming at him to open them again.
His body was tuned in to her though and he knew when she stopped in front of him, he could hear the impatient sigh when she was obviously looking at him and he had to bite down on the inside of his cheek not to grin when he heard that sigh.
He heard her step away from him and slowly he opened his eyes, just enough to watch her. She had moved over to the fireplace and was raking her hands through her hair, impatience and frustration clearly evident on her face. She shoved her hair back which had fallen over her eyes and it immediately fell back as soon as she released it. She pursed her lips up to blow the hair off her face and the sight of her doing that, the fact that her sexy look had slipped for a moment, brought him undone and a chuckle made its way past his lips.
Her startled eyes shifted to his and he opened his fully to watch her, struggling not to laugh at her expression. “I thought you had gone to sleep.” Her tone was accusing and that was the catalyst for him, he burst out laughing.
“Seriously baby, when I knew you had that on under my sweater? How could I possibly sleep until I saw you in it?”
She pouted which nearly had him laughing at her again but he struggled to contain it since she was looking a little pissed off with him. A look that was so adorable on her, with her eyes flashing her annoyance.
“Well you’re not exactly acting like a man overcome with passion.” She grumbled and instantly her words wiped the smile off his face. She was worried he didn’t want her? Was that what all this was about? Well, obviously it was time to show her. He stood up, advancing on her, his eyes running up and down her body as she stood there in tha
t red little number that was going to push his blood pressure to a record high.
When he was standing in front of her, he reached out to grab her hand and pressed it against the fly of his jeans. “Does this feel like a man who is not overcome with passion?” He bent forward to whisper in her ear and he felt her shiver against him. He stepped back to take another long, slow look at her. “God you’re so beautiful. That.” He pointed to her outfit. “That is going to be my undoing. Do you have any idea just how much I want to rip that thing aside and bury myself in you right now? No foreplay, just fucking pound into you until you scream?” Fuck, just the image in his head was enough that he had to close his eyes as he fought not to put his words into action.
She wasn’t helping him when he finally opened his eyes and saw her nipples straining like twin hard peaks against the satin fabric that barely covered them and her arousal darkened her eyes as she looked at him. “Fuck it Natasha, you’re not helping. Dammit, I have to do this right. Get down on the rug.” He grabbed a couple of cushions off the lounge and dropped them down onto the mat with her as she did as he asked and lay down, positioning the cushions under her head.
He walked back into the kitchen to quickly grab the thing he intended using on her, grinning to himself when he tried to anticipate what her reaction would be. He dropped it on the lounge and stepped back to where she lay in front of the fire.
Quickly he removed all his clothes, his cock springing free, slapping against his stomach when he released it from the confines of his jeans. Natasha lay watching him and she circled her lips with her tongue as she gazed up at him, causing his cock to bob enthusiastically at the sight of her dampened lips.
He stepped back to the lounge to grab his surprise for her and held it up for her to see. Her eyes widened at the sight of the cucumber in his hand. “Do you know what I want to do with this baby?” When she swallowed nervously, he knew that she knew what his intensions were.
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