Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  Carefully he lowered himself to the rug by her side ignoring the aching need to say ‘fuck it’ and simply make love to her without the use of the cucumber first. He leaned over to kiss her, tracing her bottom lip with his tongue until she opened her mouth and kissed him back with as much passion as he was feeling. Fuck but he wanted her. The question was could he control himself long enough to spend the time teasing her and bringing her pleasure with the cucumber? He knew he was going to have to take it slowly with her. She was looking very nervous and he knew the cucumber was slightly bigger than he was, but no way in hell would he ever risk hurting her. He loved her too much to ever do anything that could cause her pain.

  CHAPTER 14

  Eric knew he was going to have to take the time to help Natasha relax. He wouldn’t put her through something she didn’t want or might not be able to handle. Gently he kissed her again, his lips nibbling their way over hers as he moved a hand down to her breasts, teasing her nipples until they hardened.

  His hand continued on down until he could cup her mound, pushing the red satin aside before curling a couple of fingers until they dipped into her pussy. Despite her nervousness she was wet, really wet. “Oh hell baby, you’re so wet. You’re always so wet.”

  She pushed against his hand, lifting her hips towards him. “What do you want baby?” He asked.

  “You know what I want.” She whispered.

  “Tell me what you want.” He pushed a couple of fingers between the lips of her pussy. “Here?” He buried two fingers inside her. “Here?”

  “Please.” She gasped.

  “Tell me what you want baby.” He waited for her response but she moved a hand down over his, shifting him so his fingers were over her swollen clit.

  “Here.” She cried out when he began to circle the hard little nub, alternatively dipping into her wet pussy and smearing the juices over her clit. She moaned writhing under his touch. He pushed a couple of fingers inside her, working them in and out of her body. Once he had her poised on the brink of her orgasm, Eric picked up the cucumber and held it against her entrance.

  Slowly he began to ease it into her, watching as her body opened up to accommodate the size of it. It was strangely hot to him watching it gradually disappearing inside her. His eyes shifted to her face to see how she was handling it invading her pussy but she had her eyes closed, her head shifting restlessly on the cushions.

  The cucumber slid the rest of the way into Natasha and Eric felt it hit against her cervix. “Open your eyes baby.”

  When she did, he could see they were glazed over with her arousal. He began to move the cucumber in and out of her body, mimicking the movements he’d later be making with his cock, pressing it hard against her cervix each time since he knew that kind of stimulation got her off. He listened as her breathing started to quicken and slowly he increased the pace making her gasp and writhe as her excitement grew.

  Her hips started shifting restlessly, rising up to meet the movement of the cucumber, her eyes drifting shut again. “Open your eyes. Keep them open.” He told her and she opened them again slowly, as if it was an effort to do so.

  While Eric continued to work the cucumber in and out of her, he shifted his other hand down and rubbed over her swollen clit which made her groan softly. Her body arched up, her muscles drawing the cucumber in deeper and she gasped, her breathing more ragged as she drew closer to coming. “Eric.” She moaned, her hips rising up, moving rhythmically and he watched her fingers curl into the rug, tearing at the pile. Fuck but watching her was testing his control. His cock stood hard and aching and he so badly wanted to abandon the cucumber and plunge deep inside her.

  He pushed it into her a few more times, his fingers rubbing her clit until Natasha cried out. “Fuck, Eric.” Her head thrashed restlessly from side to side.

  “Let it go baby.” He urged and her eyes locked on his as she reached her climax. They rolled back in her head and she screamed, his name spilling from her lips before tears began to track down her face and she sobbed her body shuddering with the intensity of her release.

  Watching every moment of her coming was fucking amazing and unable to control himself, he fisted his raging hard on a few times as he stared at her, seeing the various emotions cross her face. Finally she lay spent, her breathing still accelerated and Eric bent down to kiss her. “Fuck that was so sexy baby.”

  Releasing his painfully hard cock he slowly pulled the cucumber out of her pussy watching the flood of juices stream from her. He moved down between her legs and began to lick and suck on her, lapping up the evidence of her release. The fabric between her legs was soaked, the satin dark from where her weeping pussy had wet the material.

  Stiffening his tongue, he flicked it over her very swollen, obviously sensitive clit and she shuddered pushing on his shoulders. “Eric please, I can’t take it. You have to stop. It’s too much.”

  He wouldn’t stop despite her protests and with a few more flicks of his tongue, she exploded again and he felt a fresh flood of her juices trickle against his lips. He lapped at her until he’d licked them all away and dropped a kiss on her pussy before moving back up to lie alongside of her.

  Once her breathing had started to settle, he kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth, brushing against hers, sharing the taste of her essence with her. Her body relaxed, her eyes closing and Eric knew she was close to falling asleep on him but he needed her now. His body was screaming out for relief, his cock so hard, it was a constant aching reminder that he desperately needed to reach his own climax.

  “Oh no you don’t, it’s my turn now. Get on top baby.” He rolled onto his back and when Natasha pulled herself up to straddle him, he urged her leg over his hips and groaned when she grasped his cock in one hand, a drop of pre cum beading at the head. She bent down to lick it away and his cock bobbed enthusiastically.

  When she looked like she was going to take him into her mouth, he pushed her away. “No baby, please. I don’t want to come in your mouth as amazing as it is. I need to be inside you. I have to be inside you.” He could hear the desperation in his own voice. Fuck he was so turned on right now he wasn’t sure he’d last longer than a few seconds.

  “What about a condom?” She asked and he suddenly realised he’d not only forgotten it, but he no longer cared. Ok, he didn’t want Natasha pregnant but given how close she was to her period he was so desperate to be inside her bare again that he was prepared to take that risk. The fact that he wasn’t almost breaking out in a cold sweat anymore surprised him. The idea of her pregnant scared the crap out of him because with his background, he was genetically programmed to be an arsehole as a father, he knew that already. What hope did he have? His father had been a complete bastard and every so called role model after his father’s death had been arseholes. He had no idea what it was like to be the recipient of fatherly love so how could he possibly make a good father?

  He dragged his mind from the past and focused on Natasha again as she straddled him, looking confused over his continued silence.

  “Fuck the condom. You said it’s close enough to your period that you won’t get pregnant and if its already happened then it’s not going to change things now.”

  At his huskily spoken words, she curled her hand around his straining cock. “Fuck it baby. Please you’re killing me. If we don’t need a fucking condom, I don’t want to use a fucking condom. It feels so amazing without it.” She began to move her hand up and down his rigid length and he groaned. “Natasha, baby, stop it.” He peeled her fingers off him. “Get on top, please.” If she didn’t get on him soon and take his cock inside her body he was going to blow all over himself, he was that close, he could tell.

  Finally she complied and shifted until she was hovering over his straining cock, her pussy poised above the swollen head and as she lowered herself, taking him inside her, a smile on her face, he groaned. “Thank you.”


  She braced her hands on his chest and began to lift up slowly until just the head of his cock was still inside her before lowering herself again, tightening around him. Over and over she kept going with the slow movements, rising up and lowering herself until he thought he was going to go mad. “Baby you’re torturing me.” He bucked up, thrusting into her. “I need you, fuck it baby, ride me, fuck me hard.”

  Natasha bent forward over his chest and started to bounce up and down on him while Eric thrust up, slamming into her. He watched her breasts jiggling as she rode his cock and he moved the palms of his hands up her sides until he could cup them briefly before sliding down to grasp her hips firmly and bring her down hard on him.

  His breathing picked up as he drew closer to coming, his teeth clenched as he struggled to hold off for as long as possible, but he couldn’t. “Fuck baby, fuck. Fuck this is it.” He cried out as his release hit and he drove up hard, pumping into her, feeling the flood of his seed wash against her cervix. He gave another couple of hard thrusts up into her and she came apart around him with a low cry before collapsing against his chest. He closed his arms around her, holding her tightly against him, their hearts pounding in unison.

  After a while, he lifted her off his softening cock feeling the flow of their combined release dripping onto his thighs before he lay her down alongside him. He climbed to his feet, throwing a few logs on the fire and walked through the house to the downstairs bathroom to get a wash cloth and a blanket.

  When he got back to her she was dozing on the rug by the fire, her features soft and sleepy looking. “I thought we could sleep here tonight baby, if you want.” And she nodded.

  He sat down by her side. “Move your legs sweetheart.” Waiting while she parted them and gently he cleaned her between them before heading back to the bathroom to dispose of the wash cloth. He lay down with her, covering them both with the blanket and pulled her into his arms. She yawned noisily and he chuckled. “Tired baby are we?” He asked and laughed again when she yawned in response.

  As she slowly slipped into a deep sleep in his arms, he told her how beautiful she was, how sexy, punctuating each word with a kiss. When he was sure she was asleep, he whispered in her ear that he loved her and his heart jolted in his chest when she sleepily asked him what he’d said. Fuck, had she heard him say he loved her? He scanned her face, trying to see if she might have heard him but her eyes were closed again. He assured her it was nothing, his heart still thumping with the fear that she might have heard him but this time he could see she was definitely asleep and heard it in her steady, even breathing. He’d escaped the potential heart ache of her rejection. She hadn’t heard him, thankfully.

  He lay there cradling her relaxed body in his arms, breathing in her scent, the smell of sex still strong in the air until finally he closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

  * * *

  Eric slept late. He could tell it was late by the position of the sun as it streamed in through the windows. He got up and went upstairs to shower, brush his teeth and dress in jeans and a t-shirt and had just made it back downstairs again when he heard his mobile phone ringing. Quickly he rushed to answer it before it woke Natasha who he could see was still sound asleep.

  When he answered it, Maggie’s warm Scottish accent came down the line at him. “Well hello my lad. I thought I’d better give you a call since it looks like you’re going to forget all about poor wee me. Tom’s told me all about the bonnie young lass staying with you. He’s been privileged enough to meet her but you deny me that opportunity lad.”

  At her teasing voice Eric grinned. “Don’t start Maggie. I was going to call you today anyway to see if you and Tom wanted to come over and you can meet Natasha for yourself.”

  “Oh so NOW I get an invite since you feel guilty, is that it lad?” Maggie teased. She was like that with him. It was this back and forth banter, giving each other a hard time but he knew she loved him every bit as much as he loved her. She had been in his life since he was a teenager. She had taken over the role of his mother when his real mother had been more interested in trying to find a new husband. Maggie had fed him when he was half starved, bought him some clothes sometimes when his own were thread bare and dirty. He loved her so much and that’s why he had done all he could for her when he’d started to make money, giving her and Tom a parcel of his land and having a home built for them to live out their days there.

  “Well Tom and I will come over around 11 o’clock lad. I’ll bring something for morning tea so all you have to do is provide the coffee and tea. Will that be ok with you and your lass?”

  Eric’s eyes shifted to the clock. Shit, it was almost 10am now. He was going to have to wake Natasha or she’d still be on the floor by the fire when Tom and Maggie arrived. “That should be fine Maggie. I’d better go wake Natasha and I’ll see you and Tom soon, ok?” He wrapped up the call just in time to see his girl was awake anyway.

  She still lay under the blanket blinking at him, her hair tumbling around her shoulders in disarray. She looked beautiful, naked too which was going to get him hard if she didn’t get dressed soon. “Baby that was Thomas. He and Maggie are dropping round in an hour.” He told her wondering why he was lying when it was actually Maggie he’d spoken to but he kind of already knew she was going to flip out about how little time was left before they arrived so making out it was a decision made by two men who didn’t know any better, seemed like the better option. “Chicken shit.” That outspoken little voice in his head said.

  Her reaction to his words was pretty well what he’d expected. Her eyes shot open really wide, followed by panic. “An hour?” She squeaked. Eric watched bemused as she threw off the blanket and scrambled in a less than ladylike fashion to her feet, staggering slightly before he grabbed her to steady her. Her eyes flashed angrily as she looked up at him. “An hour Eric? How am I supposed to be ready in an hour?” She demanded, hands on her hips, looking like she was going to hit him.

  He couldn’t help it he smiled at her. Seeing her standing there naked before him, shooting him the death stare just didn’t quite work when she had no clothes on. “You look so adorable when you’re angry.” Ignoring her snort of frustration. “You look sexy when you’re angry too, especially when you’re about to tell me off while you’re naked.” He pointed out, grinning uncontrollably at her.

  When her eyes dropped down and she saw she was in fact naked, she rolled her eyes before snapping. “Oh shut up Eric.” Before storming off, running up the stairs to go and get ready. He watched her until she disappeared from view, quietly chuckling to himself.

  While she was gone, he folded up the blanket and put it away, disposed of the cucumber and made sure all evidence of their time last night was gone. He put on the kettle to start boiling the water so it would be quicker to reheat once Maggie and Tom arrived and since there was still no sign of Natasha and he could hear the shower running upstairs, he went outside to the woodshed, loading up a wheelbarrow of split timber to bring over to the house so he could swap it into the fire bin by the front door. He decided to really load up the bin since it was over 6 foot long and just over 2 feet high, making more than one trip to the woodshed with the wheel barrow. He was just on his third trip back with another load when he spotted Natasha standing on the back deck watching him approach.

  His eyes travelled down the length of her in her emerald green dress with big white spots and matching green shoes. The dress had a 1950’s style about it and of course she looked stunning with her auburn curls tumbling down around her shoulders. She looked slightly nervous and he guessed she was probably worried about how Maggie would react to her, but he knew the older woman would love her too. “So you did it then? You got ready in time. You look stunning baby.”

  He continued around to the front of the house to unload the wood into the large bin and put the wheel barrow away before heading back into the house. He still had about 20 minutes before Maggie
and Tom were due to arrive so he started up his laptop to take care of some emails from clients who were waiting for answers from him.

  Natasha told him she was going out to have a wander around in the gardens and although he was tempted to join her, he needed to take care of business first. She came back inside about 15 minutes later with a handful of roses she’d picked from the gardens and she started going through all the cupboards searching for a vase. Once she found one, she arranged the roses in it, filled it with water and placed it in the centre of the table near where he was working.

  He finished what he had to do and had just turned off his laptop when they heard a car coming up the driveway. Maggie and Tom had arrived and going by the way Natasha tensed up, she was starting to get herself worked up about meeting Maggie.

  He walked over to the front door, swinging it wide open a warm smile on his face when he saw the woman who had been more of a mother to him than his own one. Maggie was a little powerhouse of a woman. Small in stature, but don’t bloody well cross her or she’d verbally tear strips off a person. She wore her greying hair in a bun at the nape of her neck most of the time. In fact Eric couldn’t remember ever having seen her with her hair down.

  When she saw him, her face lit up, love shining in her eyes as she pulled him into her arms for a hug. She was so tiny he had to bend over at an awkward angle to hug her back and once she released him her eyes moved to where Natasha stood, looking nervous and a little shy as she watched their exchange.

  “Introduce me to your bonnie lass Eric.” She said in her thick Scottish accent, beaming at Natasha who responded with a wide smile.

  “Maggie, this is Natasha, Natasha this is the famous Maggie.” He said and Maggie laughed.

  “What’s with this famous rubbish?”

  Natasha put up her hand. “That was me. With all the food you got to stock this place and the mouth watering meals you prepared I said to Eric that I couldn’t wait to meet the famous Maggie.”