Taming Eric

by J. a Melville

  She started running her hands up and down his rigid shaft before cupping his balls and washing them too. He watched her as she gently cleaned him, her concentration all on what she was doing. He knew he was going to have to stop her soon before she got him too turned on. If the raging hard on that stood between their bodies couldn’t already be described as been too turned on.

  When she had finished washing him she raised her stunning eyes to his and hers widened slightly as she studied his expression. She lifted onto her toes and pressed her lips to his where he quickly took over the kiss, parting her lips until he could thrust his tongue into her mouth.

  Passion erupted between them, their hands moving over each other until finally Eric pulled back panting. “Fuck, I want you again baby. Are you too sore? I don’t want to hurt you.”

  “I want you too Eric. Fuck me now.” She gasped and her swore as her words nearly made him come. How was he supposed to ignore a request like that?

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

  She reached up to kiss him again and one hand curled around his straining cock and Eric knew he was lost to his need for her. “Shut up Mr Rothman and make love to your wife. That’s an order.” She said softly in his ear.

  His cock jerked at her words and he grinned at her. “Well, when you put it like that Mrs Rothman. How can I refuse?”

  Gently he turned her until her back was against the tiles. “Put your arms around my neck.” He told her and when she did he lifted her. She wrapped her legs around him and with her braced against the tiles, he pushed up into her as her lowered her onto his engorged penis.

  She was so wet he slipped straight in without resistance and he didn’t stop until she was impaled on him, the head of his cock jammed up against her cervix. He pulled his head back so he could see her face and he searched for signs she was in pain but she simply smiled at him, desire darkening her eyes. She pushed down on his shoulders as she attempted to raise herself on his shaft but when he realised what she was doing, he pinned her against the tiles and began to thrust into her with long, deep strokes.

  The water cascaded down around them as he gradually increased his pace until he was slamming into her, shoving her up the tiles. He could hear her gasps over the sound of the water and when he lifted his head she was watching him. The look in her eyes excited him and he drove harder and harder, his eyes closing, his teeth gritted as he felt that last thread of his control about to snap.

  “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 his growl turned into a deep groan when he felt her tighten around him like a vice. “Fuck, fuck it baby… FUCK!” He shouted as he lost control and began to spurt into her.

  Fuck it was intense but he wanted her to come to. He changed the angle of his hips and began to thrust hard into her again knowing that the friction of their bodies would be rubbing against her clit. It didn’t take long and he heard her cry out, her muscles fluttering around him, squeezing him and rippling along his cock, milking him until she’d drained him of all he had to give.

  His legs were shaking so hard he couldn’t hold her anymore and he sank to the floor of the shower, taking her with him. He lifted her onto his lap and reluctant to give up the feel of being buried in her wet heat, he pushed his still semi hard cock back into her and wrapped his arms around her.

  When their breathing had settled, he pulled her to her feet and quickly washed them both before stepping out of the shower and gently he dried Natasha’s body. He wrapped another towel around her hair while he dried himself and then carefully dried her hair and brushed it out for her until it lay smoothly down her back.

  * * *

  The following day Eric suggested they go to Launceston and he’d show Natasha Cataract Gorge. It was a gorgeous sunny day but with that typical Tasmanian chill in the air so they both dressed in jeans and sweaters.

  He walked around to the garage to get the Ferrari, grinning when he turned the key and the powerful engine roared to life. He loved his car, the smell of it, the beauty of it and the sound of the engine. He drove around to where Natasha was waiting for him and he recognised the smirk on her face. “I know that look baby. Don’t even think about saying anything bad about this car. It’s yours too now you know.”

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

  “Maybe because you did last time you saw it.” He pointed out dryly.

  She simply grinned at him and climbed into the car and once he was back behind the wheel, they headed off to Launceston.

  At Cataract Gorge they took the chairlift across the river to where all the walking tracks were. Natasha had brought a camera and went a little crazy taking photos. She took photos of the river, the suspension bridge and the peacocks that strutted about everywhere, quite happy to wander around amongst the people.

  They walked along one of the numerous walking tracks, stopping to admire the amazing views along the way. The one track they started off on followed the river. It had fenced off areas along it so people could step out for close up views of the river. It was stunning to see.

  Natasha took photos as they walked, some with him in them and she stopped a couple of tourists to get them to take a photo of the two of them and Eric grabbed her camera so he could get some photos of her too.

  They ended up spending several hours at Cataract Gorge before heading back towards home. Maggie had invited them over for a BBQ which would give Natasha a chance to put her mind to rest and see that the twins were fine in the care of someone else.

  Eric stopped to buy alcohol so they wouldn’t arrive empty handed although Maggie had told him to just bring themselves. There was no way he was turning up empty handed when they were looking after the twins.

  When they arrived at Tom and Maggie’s house he watched Natasha as she wandered around looking at their home with interest. It was her first time there and going by the look on her face, she liked what she saw.

  There was the usual round of hugs and kisses as they all greeted one another and then they got to spend some time with Erica and Nathaniel who were happy to see them but had obviously had a great time with Tom, Maggie and Beverly going by the big smiles on their faces and their near constant giggles when any of them said anything to the twins.

  Natasha spent a lot of time hugging them and smothering them with kisses while Maggie instructed Tom through the cooking of the food on the BBQ. Eric saw the smile on his wife’s face as she watched them and he couldn’t help grinning too. Despite her tiny stature there was no doubting who wore the pants in Maggie and Tom’s marriage. Still they’d been happily married for years so it obviously worked for them.

  After they’d eaten Natasha got up to help clean up but was promptly chased away by Maggie so after another hour or so of chatting, Eric suggested they go home. They kissed and hugged everyone, hugged the twins and hopped back in the Ferrari to head back to their house.

  For the rest of the evening Eric made love to his wife caressing every inch of her body, worshipping her, loving her until they finally passed out in each other’s arms, their bodies sated and exhausted.

  The next few days they spent playing tourists. Eric had been all over Tasmania but Natasha hadn’t so he took her to Hobart to the Botanical Gardens, showed her all around the city of Hobart and on the way back they went via the coast so he could show her the Blowhole and other examples of Mother Nature at her best and most beautiful.

  He had loved their time in Tasmania and was sad at the thought of having to return home since it had given him and Natasha some much needed time together. He smiled to himself when he thought about all the amazing sex they’d had since they’d arrived too.

  At least by the time they said their goodbyes to Tom and
Maggie and flew home, they were both feeling well rested. He was pleased to see his wife looking so relaxed and happy too. She had needed this break, he could tell, probably more than she’d even realised.

  Four Years Later.

  “Daddy, daddy, Nathan’s trying to put a frog on me.” Erica screamed and both Eric and Natasha turned to watch their hysterical daughter running across the yard towards them, her long auburn hair the same shade as her Mother’s streaming out behind her. Nathaniel was hot on her heels, his hand tucked against his body as he ran, obviously protecting the frog that was causing so much hysteria in their daughter.

  “Nathan leave your sister alone.” Natasha warned him. Erica made it to them and immediately wrapped herself around Eric’s legs. His heart swelled with love as he gazed down at his daughter. She was a real daddy’s girl and came to him when she needed comfort or wanted something. He didn’t mind admitting that she had him wrapped around her little finger.

  Nathan was staring up at his Mother, his expression quite serious. “It’s just a frog Mummy.”

  “Your sister doesn’t like frogs though Nathan so don’t chase her with one please.”

  “But Mummy…” Nathan started to argue and suddenly shoved the frog in his sister’s direction again which resulted in another squeal from her and she started trying to climb Eric’s legs. He bent down swinging her into his arms and kissed her soft cheek. Her arms tightened around his neck as her brother still moved around her with the frog and she tried to hitch her legs up higher on him desperate to get all limbs well away from the object of her fear.

  His eyes met his wife’s and she grinned at him. Erica turned to give her Mother a shaky smile and Nathan’s eyes were on them all, still not happy that he wasn’t able to sell his sister on the benefits of frogs. The twins had ended up with his blue eyes despite the fact that Erica had her mother’s hair which surprised him. He’d have thought she would have had her Mother’s eyes. She was so much like Natasha in every other way.

  It still amazed him how his life had changed over the last several years. He’d gone from nothing but his company to having a woman who loved him and made every day worth getting out of bed for and for all his initial fear of being a father, he’d taken to being a parent and adored the twins although he had a soft spot for his daughter. He didn’t want to think about what it was going to be like when she was a teenager and started dating. No boy was going to be good enough for her and he did consider purchasing a shotgun that he could use to greet any potential suitors that came to the door. That should be enough to separate the men from the boys.

  As he stared at his daughter taking in every one of her features that were so like Natasha’s, he couldn’t believe that in just a few days they would be celebrating their 5th birthday. Of course he and Natasha were giving them a big party with a jumping castle and petting zoo. Nothing was too much for the twins.

  Natasha put her hand out to brush Erica’s hair back off her face before she turned to their son again. “Nathan how about you go and find a nice safe place to let the frog go? You can’t carry it around all the time, you might make it sick honey. You don’t want to make it sick now do you?”

  Eric watched the exchange between Mother and son. Nathan’s eyes were so serious when he looked from the frog in his hand to his Mother. “Do you really think he could get sick Mummy?” He asked.

  “He could Nathan. How about we go and find a nice place fit for a frog to live? I think that pond would be perfect. He can swim and sun himself and there’s food. I know I’d love it there if I was a frog.”

  Eric listened to his wife reasoning with their son and he grinned. Damn but she was good. She handled their children so well. She’d managed to give Nathan the chance to make up his own mind but she’d painted such a perfect scene for the frog, he knew their son wouldn’t be able to do anything other than release it where Natasha suggested.

  Nathan ran off towards the pond and Eric let Erica down so she could walk since she was more comfortable now the frog was nowhere near her anymore. She still wasn’t prepared to go it completely alone and pushed her hand into his for that little bit of reassurance as they followed Nathan to where he was lowering the frog to the pond.

  Once the frog was in its new home the twins ran off to go and play with Charlie, the Dalmatian puppy they’d bought them a couple of months ago.

  With a rare child free moment Eric stepped up behind his wife and wrapped his arms around her, touching his lips to her neck, feeling her shiver under his touch. Even after all this time the attraction between them was as strong as ever.

  He curved his hands over her stomach linking his fingers over her swollen belly. “Can you believe we’re going to be going through all this again soon baby? Are you ready for that?”

  She laughed softly. “Of course Eric. We’re going to be parents again soon. What I never expected was that we’d be having twins again. You know, we really are over achievers when it comes to the whole baby making thing.”

  “I’m not sure my blood pressure is going to be able to cope trying to keep oversexed teenage boys away from our three daughters down the track baby. I think a shotgun might be a good investment.” He joked but he wasn’t joking inside, he was serious.

  “Just give them your best CEO face and you’ll scare them off.” She tilted her head back to smile at him raising a hand to his cheek.

  Her joke about his CEO face made him think back to Natasha telling him that she was worried that he would be disappointed that they’d have three daughters and if Nathan wasn’t interested in the company then he’d have no heir but he’d pointed out that he wouldn’t mind if the girls wanted to take over one day and if no one wanted to follow in his footsteps he wasn’t going to force them. He refused to be a parent who pushed his kids down a path they had no interest in. Secretly he knew Erica would make a great CEO. She knew how to control him already.

  Natasha’s voice dragged him back to the present. “Yeah well the other female in your life suggests that you get the snip after these two are born because our family will be big enough. How do you feel about letting the doctor near the family jewels Mr CEO?” She grinned at him.

  Eric tensed and found himself crossing his ankles. The thought of anyone coming near him with a knife scared the hell out of him and it was even more terrifying when it involved sharp implements near his cock and balls. He seriously wasn’t looking forward to having anyone go near either of them but he would do it for her.

  Despite his fears at the idea of going under the knife he couldn’t help feeling a little cocky about his sperm. They were super sperm. Natasha had being on the pill and she’d still fallen pregnant so they had to do something and it was going to be a vasectomy for him.

  “Well I’m not exactly thrilled baby about having a man even if he is a doctor handling the goods and just to add insult to injury, he’s going to be wielding a knife. Still I know that in the end it’s the best thing for both of us because I’m not sure I could cope if we got the news we were expecting a third set of twins. Who the hell’s responsible for all these twins anyway?”

  “Don’t look at me Mr CEO. There’s no history of twins on my side so I’m laying the blame fair and square in your court. If your Mother or Father didn’t have twin siblings then it has to go further back.”

  Eric sighed. “I don’t know baby and there’s no one else I can ask. Neither Mum or my Father were twins so beyond them, I don’t know.”

  Natasha turned in his arms and raised her lips to his briefly. “Does it matter anyway? Lets keep telling ourselves it’s just because we’re that good.”

  He chuckled at her words. “We are that good baby and don’t you forget it.” He whispered just before his lips closed over hers, pulling her into his arms as he deepened the kiss, feeling her arms tighten around him and her tongue slip into his mouth. God but he loved this woman so much. She had given him a life and family
he’d never expected to have. She made him complete.

  Two Months Later.

  On January 22nd Natasha gave birth to Brooklyn Isabella weighing in at 5 pounds 6 ounces and her sister Charlotte Rose Rothman slightly smaller at 5 pounds 2 ounces. Brooklyn had pale blonde hair and Charlotte was obviously going to have her Mother’s auburn colouring.

  Eric although feeling quite emotionally drained was relieved that everything had gone smoothly. The horror of Natasha’s last birth when Vivian had attacked her had been replaced with a birth the way it always should have been for Erica and Nathan’s birth, in hospital with Kathryn and a team of medical staff.

  Tom, Maggie, Alice and Beverly were all in the waiting room and Kathryn went out to break the news about the birth.

  Eric stood gazing down at his beautiful wife who was looking so serene with her daughters in her arms as they nursed. The sight before him was an emotional overload for him and the tears welled over and began to roll down his cheeks.

  When Natasha looked up at him, she smiled, a smile filled with such love his heart contracted almost painfully in his chest.

  He smiled back at her through his tears, making no effort to hide his emotions from her and he reached out to touch Brooklyn’s head gently. “We sure do know how to make beautiful babies, don’t you think?”

  “That we do Mr Rothman. We have you out numbered now. You’re surrounded by the fairer sex, think you can handle it?” She grinned at him and he laughed huskily. A house full of women, oh he could handle it. He could for now anyway but once they were old enough to have the boys sniffing after them, then his blood pressure was going to go through the roof and he was going to need that shotgun.

  “Of course baby. I’m the luckiest man alive. I really am the luckiest man alive. I’ve done five, no make that six really clever things in my life.”

  “Four of them would be your part in helping to produce these four I presume?” She raised a questioning eyebrow at him.