Natasha pulled Eric’s t-shirt free from his jeans, sliding her hands up his back, running her palms over his warm skin. She grabbed the hem and ripped the t-shirt over his head, throwing it down with hers and brought her lips to his chest, breathing deeply of that scent that was all gorgeous Eric. She sucked one of his nipples into her mouth, laving it with her tongue and he groaned.
She lowered her hands to the buckle of his belt, hastily undoing it then the button of his jeans. Gently she lowered his fly and reached in closing her hand around his straining erection. Eric thrust into her palm, hauling her against him, trapping Natasha’s hand between them. His hips moved restlessly and he dropped a hand to her thigh, pulling her leg up around him as he tried to get her in a better angle so he could thrust his swollen shaft between her legs.
“Damn baby, I want you so much.” He moaned and he released his grip on her long enough to tear her jeans open with shaking hands and push them down her legs with her panties, where Natasha kicked them free and stood before him naked. Eric reached into his back pocket, pulling out a condom which made her smile. “What is it baby?” He said when he saw her expression.
“Do you carry them around with you everywhere?”
Eric smiled. “Every man does baby. We’re always hopeful so it pays to be prepared. Never leave home without it.” He grinned.
Natasha took the condom out of his hand, tearing it free of the wrapper and rolled it down his engorged penis before pushing his jeans down his legs where he stepped out of them. Eric hauled her back into his arms, his erection pressed up against her stomach. His lips closed over her again and he kissed her deeply, passionately, his tongue mimicking the thrust of his hips against hers.
Slowly they sank down to the thick cushion of lush grass and his hands moved over her body restlessly. He slipped a couple of fingers between her legs dipping into her entrance and groaning when he discovered how wet she was. He coated her juices over her clitoris, circling it and brushing over it until Natasha gasped, her hips moving against Eric.
He moaned again and he rolled onto her. “Baby I can’t wait. I need to be inside you now.” He gasped and she opened her legs where he then settled between her thighs. With one hard thrust of his hips Eric buried himself inside her as far as he could go and they both sighed. Natasha had to wonder if it would always be like this. This insatiable appetite for one another. She knew she’d never have enough of him and after a little over a week it seemed there was no waning in Eric’s need for her either.
She locked her legs around his hips and he began to thrust into her, his movements steady and controlled. His lips were pressed up against the side of her neck, his breathing moist and hot as he panted with every thrust.
Slowly her orgasm began to build and she tilted her hips, her hands cupping his tight buttocks as she urged him on to go harder and faster. Eric pulled free of her and Natasha cried out her hands clutching at him. She pressed her entrance up against his hard shaft trying to get him to fill her again, but he sat up leaving her bereft.
“Eric, please.” She gasped.
“Soon baby.” He ground out, tension evident in his jaw. He reached for her, grasping her legs to sit them on his shoulders. “Oh fuck.” He said huskily when the angle tilted her up fully exposed to his hot gaze. He shifted to his knees, placing his penis against her soaked core and with one hard thrust, he slammed into her again, the new angle bringing him into contact with her cervix and Natasha whimpered.
With his control gone, he thrust into her over and over again, grinding his hips against her, before withdrawing almost all the way and ramming into her again. It was intense and Natasha knew she was close to her release. “Eric. Oh god. I’m coming.”
Eric’s possession of her was violent and rough and incredibly erotic to her. With a loud, drawn out cry her orgasm hit. Her hips bucked wildly as wave upon wave of pleasure flooded her body. “Give it to me baby, all of it.” He gasped and Natasha’s muscles fluttered and grabbed at him as he continued to thrust deep inside her.
Incredibly she could feel another orgasm building up. Her back arched and she squeezed down hard on Eric as he worked in and out of her body. “Oh god Eric.” She gasped. “It feels so good.” She cried and he slammed harder into her, grunting.
“Come on baby.” He urged her and touched a thumb to her swollen nub. Again Natasha came apart around him and Eric shouted out, his body going rigid as his own release hit him. He jerked and thrust into her a few more times as he spilled deep inside her until finally he lowered her legs and collapsed on top of her, his breathing rasping noisily in her ear.
They lay like that for a while until their heart rates slowed and Eric slipped free of Natasha’s body, removing the condom and tossing it off into the long grass. Natasha couldn’t help herself. “Litterbug.” She said and Eric grinned at her.
“It’s my property baby and anyway, what was I supposed to do with it? Carry it in my back pocket?” He asked and she shrugged.
He pulled himself to his feet, standing looking down at her as Natasha lay sprawled out in the long grass, reluctant to move yet. Her eyes travelled up the length of him, stopping briefly at the sight of his softening penis, the object of so much pleasure for her. She continued up the rest of his body, over his incredible abdominal muscles and hard chest. When she finally met his eyes he was looking at her with amusement. “If you keep looking at me like that baby, we’ll never get back home.” He warned her. Natasha’s tongue circled her lips and Eric’s hand came out, grabbing her and hauling her to her feet. “No baby, we have to get back.” He told her and Natasha pouted.
“Spoil sport.” She muttered under her breath.
Eric dropped a hard kiss on her pouting lips. “Come on baby, I’m not just here as your play thing.” He said, but when Natasha’s eyes moved to his face, she could see he was grinning at her. “Get dressed.” He told her, slapping her on her buttocks when she reluctantly turned to where their clothes lay in the grass. Natasha squealed and threw her clothes at Eric, laughing when her bra landed on his head.
He tore her bra free and advanced on her, his look menacing and she squealed again and took off, forgetting that she was naked and bare foot running through long grass. Eric caught her easily, swinging her into his arms and kissing her noisily on the lips. She struggled to pull free, but he wouldn’t release her.
He held her with one hand and began to tickle her with the other and Natasha screamed, struggling and kicking to get free. “Eric, please, stop it, I can’t stand it, anything but tickling me, PLEASE!” She yelled desperately twisting and squirming in his arms.
He was unrelenting, holding her against him while he tickled her without mercy and suddenly something shifted, the mood in the air changed as Natasha wriggled against Eric. Amazingly she could feel him growing hard again and her heart skipped a beat before beginning to beat wildly behind her breast.
“I thought you wanted to get back.” She breathed as he pulled her body hard against his.
“Fuck getting back.” He whispered bending to kiss her, his teeth nibbling along the curve of her full bottom lip. He lowered them both to the thick grass again, rolling onto her, pinning her down while he kissed her with all the passion welling up inside him. Eric shifted his body to one side of her enough to get his hand down and part her legs before delving into her moist opening. He plunged two fingers deep, twisting them and grazing over her secret spot and Natasha writhed in his arms, lifting her hips to gyrate against his hand. “Fuck Natasha.” He moaned. “How do you do this to me? I’ve never wanted another woman the way I want you. I can’t get enough of you.” He said huskily.
He ground his lips against hers, crushing her lips against her teeth. His erection slipped between her thighs and Natasha shifted her legs restlessly, her excitement increasing at Eric’s words when the proof of his arousal brushed against her entrance. “I want you too. Please Eric.” Her voice was breathless as her excitement grew.
“Fuck I have to have you
now baby.” He groaned and he positioned himself ready to plunge into her. Suddenly he cursed, a string of obscenities falling from his lips and he froze. “Fuck, fuck and damn.” He swore moving back from Natasha and sitting on the grass, raking his hands through his hair, frustration etched in his face. “I can’t believe it. I was going to fucking well do it again.” He said clearly annoyed with himself. Natasha sat up disappointment evident in her eyes and Eric groaned. “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 asked, his eyes dropping between her legs, seeing the moisture glistening on her folds. “I can’t. I don’t have any more condoms with me.” He told her and Natasha felt a fresh stab of disappointment.
“It doesn’t matter.” She told him quietly. “My period should come in the next couple of days and if I’m pregnant already, then it’s not going to matter.” Natasha looked up into Eric’s face to see how he was reacting to her words. “The timing isn’t right for me to fall pregnant now. It’s too close to my period.” She told him. “It’s ok Eric, it will be ok.”
“God baby, are you sure?” He asked and Natasha nodded. Eric stared into her eyes for a few more moments his expression clearly displaying the war taking place inside him, before he groaned and asked her to get on all fours. She rolled over onto her hands and knees, dropping down on her elbows which pushed her buttocks into the air and she spread her legs knowing exactly what Eric would be seeing. He held onto her hips and positioned himself behind her before lunging hard, spearing his way deep into her body. “Oh fuck.” He swore as she tightened around him. “You feel so good baby, so wet, so fucking tight. So bloody amazing without a condom.” He groaned. He bent forward, curving over her back and began to thrust into her, his pace almost frantic and Natasha met his thrusts, pushing back against him.
Eric dug his fingers into her hips, holding her steady. He thrust into her hard, over and over and with every slam of his penis pounding against her cervix. Natasha moaned, her excitement growing quickly. He shifted, moving one hand to her hip, leaning back and the other tangled in her long ponytail. He braced himself pulling hard on her hair and Natasha’s head came back. There was some pain from Eric’s hold on her hair, but for every thrust against her cervix the combined pleasure and pain were bringing her rapidly towards her climax. “Oh Eric, yes, yes, YES!”
“Dammit baby, I can’t wait.” Eric gasped. He began to plunge into her his movements jerky and unco-ordinated, his hand tightened in her hair and Natasha winced. His grip was like a vice on her hip as he plunged in and out of her. She tightened her internal muscles around him and Eric cried out, shouting her name before he began to pump into her, pulsing his warm release deep within her body. As he bucked and jerked through his climax, Natasha’s orgasm hit her and she cried out, sobbing Eric’s name as the mix of pleasure and pain sent her over the edge.
She collapsed into the grass with Eric following her down, lying over her back. He was heavy, but she didn’t care. She couldn’t move and neither could he it seemed. She could feel his penis twitching inside of her as he lay over her back.
Finally Eric moved, suddenly conscious that he was probably crushing her and pulled free of her body. Natasha felt the fluids from their combined release trickle from her and she dragged herself onto her knees where another flood gushed from between her legs.
Eric watched the as the fluid tracked its way down her thigh and he cursed. “Fuck baby. I’m sorry, I need to clean you down before you can get dressed, but I have nothing with me.” He apologised.
“It’s ok Eric.” She told him, cupping his cheek. For her it really was ok. She loved feeling the proof of his loss of control soaking her between her legs. She loved the smell of him on her skin, the scent of their love making and the smell of the proof of his climax rising from between her thighs.
With a deep sigh, Eric got to his feet and reached out to pull Natasha up with him. They went back to their clothes and dressed as quickly as possible before heading back to the tree to cross the river. She turned to look behind her at their little oasis that was always going to hold a special place in her heart, long after her and Eric had returned home.
She was still very worried about what would happen if she was in fact pregnant, she didn’t really want to think about it because she knew it would change everything. Eric had made it clear he wasn’t interested in becoming a father anytime soon. A pregnancy would be her worst nightmare and her greatest joy all at once. Still, as she hurried after him, she knew it was pointless worrying about it now until she had something to worry about, so she tried to push her concerns to the back of her mind as her and Eric made their way back to the horses.
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When they got back to the stables Natasha helped Eric unsaddle the horses and remove their bridles, following him into the tack room to put the gear away. He brought them some brushes and they spent time grooming the horses down until their coats shone in the late afternoon sun.
Eric mixed both horses small dishes of hard feed and they held their horses on their leads while they ate. Once they were finished, he rugged Bakari and Cleopatra again and both he and Natasha led them back to the paddock letting them go with the other two horses. As they cantered off to join their paddock mates, Eric and Natasha watched them for a little while before beginning the walk back to the house. He had his arm thrown over her shoulders as they walked and she slipped her arm around his waist, feeling his muscles flex and shift under her hand with every step.
Once they got back to the house Eric offered to prepare dinner from one of the numerous ready made meals courtesy of Maggie and Natasha took all their clothes off the line then ran upstairs to have a shower. When she emerged half an hour later dressed in yet another one of Eric’s sweaters but with a surprise on underneath it for him, she sat at one of the stools at the breakfast bar to watch him deftly slicing vegetables for a salad to go with the Tuna Bake that was heating up in the oven.
Eric passed her a Bacardi and Coke he’d already made and bent across to kiss her, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and perfume before returning to his food preparations. As he cut up the food, Natasha occasionally leaned over and pinched a wedge of tomato or a slice of cucumber and popped them in her mouth. “Stop stealing the food baby.” He swatted at her hand but he was smiling as he continued to cut up the vegetables.
He started dicing some cheese to add to the salad and she lunged grabbing some cubes to eat. Eric’s hand closed around her wrist when she started to sit back down and as she tried to snatch her hand back out of his, the sweater she was wearing slipped off one shoulder.
He froze when he spotted the red satin that rose up from under the neck line of the sweater and tied at the back of her neck. He hadn’t seen it earlier because of her hair hanging down covering it up but Natasha could see she more than had Eric’s attention now.
“Please don’t tell me that’s the little red number you showed me earlier.” Eric said, closing his eyes briefly. She sat there silently and he popped one eye open to look at her, a questioning look on his face. “Natasha?” He questioned and she smiled.
“You told me not to tell you, so I’m not.” She smirked at him and Eric swore.
“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.” He muttered.
Natasha laughed at him and watched as he continued with the salad, mumbling under his breath the whole time. When he’d finished and managed to do it without losing any fingers, he removed the tuna bake from the oven and served some for both of them. Natasha carried their plates and cutlery to the table while Eric brought the salad and they sat down to eat.
Again the food was to die for and she asked Eric when the famous Maggie was due to come over next. �
��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.” She said.
“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 dishes and loaded them into the dishwasher. Eric checked his emails and found a few more he had to attend to straight away. While he was doing that Natasha got her kindle out and read some of her book. It was all a very normal domestic scene and she loved it. Time spent like this with Eric made her happy. Just enjoying the simple, normal day to day living that most couples would experience.
She didn’t need the limos or company jets, none of that. She wasn’t interested in Eric for his money, his wealth meant nothing to her. She had money of her own. Nothing like his wealth, but when her Father was killed in a work related accident several years ago, there had been a very healthy life insurance payout. Her mother had put aside a decent amount for Natasha and then a year or so later there had been the inheritance from her Grandparents.
The money provided her Mother with a comfortable lifestyle and Natasha had been able to buy her own home and car plus she made good money working for Eric so the bulk of the money she had inherited was untouched. With all that she had never been interested in Eric for his great wealth, she was attracted to the man and now after their time together she was in love with the complex man he was, not his money.
She snapped out of her musings realising she’d read the same paragraph of her book more times than she could remember and was still not aware of what she’d read. With a sigh she turned off her kindle and put it down on the coffee table.
Eric was still working on his laptop and she was getting restless. He looked so gorgeous as he sat at the laptop his attention focused on the screen in front of him, his hair messed up from dragging his hand through it numerous times and Natasha’s hands itched to move through those silky strands and try to smooth them out again. Any excuse to touch him and again she mentally reprimanded herself for being so weak when it came to him.
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