Natasha's Awakening

by J. a Melville

“You thought everything was so damned funny Eric, so why aren’t you laughing now?” She teased.

  Eric gave a tight smile. “So this is revenge baby? Ok then, do your worst.” He challenged her.

  Natasha raised one eyebrow at him before she pushed his jeans down over his hips and watched as his erection bobbed free. With her eyes on his face, she slowly lowered herself to her knees and a tiny smile curved her lips when she heard Eric give a muffled groan. “No baby. You’re too pregnant to be on your knees like that. Much as I would love to have those gorgeous lips wrapped around my cock, I can’t watch you on your knees like this.”

  “Don’t you worry about my knees Mr CEO. The carpet is nice and soft and you have to pay for teasing me.” And with that, she opened her mouth and took him deep inside until he was almost brushing against the back of her throat.

  She began to suck hard on him then ran her lips up the length of him until only the head of his penis was in her mouth. With her tongue Natasha licked her way to the base of his shaft, tracing the veins until she reached his balls. She cupped them in one hand and then gently drew them into her mouth, testing their weight and the feel of them between her lips.

  Eric’s breathing was increasing and his hand came up to run restlessly through her hair. He groaned softly and at the sound, Natasha felt moisture rush to her core. Dammit, but she didn’t want this to turn her on too.

  Gradually she worked her way back up his straining penis until she reached the head, and her tongue captured the drop that hung there before circling him over and over. Finally she took him deep into her mouth again and began to work the length of him hard and fast between her lips.

  Natasha could hear Eric’s breathing rasping and when she looked up, his eyes were closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face. His hands began to clutch at her hair and his hips jerked pushing him deeper into her mouth. She sucked harder bringing him closer and closer to his release and just when she felt him starting to shake and his hips began to move jerkily, thrusting into her mouth with short, shallow thrusts, Natasha released him and sat back on her heels to watch for his reaction.

  It didn’t take long. Eric’s eyes shot open and a look of disbelief and frustration came over his face. “Fuck you Natasha.” He ground out. “Why did you stop?” Then when he saw the look on her face, he closed his eyes briefly and swore long and loud. “This is your revenge. Fuck, fuck!”

  Eric took a step towards her and Natasha tried to scoot backwards, but with her large stomach, she couldn’t move fast enough and he reached down, grabbing her arm and hauled Natasha to her feet. With one arm wrapped around her waist to hold her still, Eric reached under the hem of her dress and trailed his fingers up her thigh until he got to her panties, pushing them roughly aside to plunge two fingers into her.

  “Turns you on being a cock tease does it baby?” He whispered in her ear and Natasha shivered. Eric continued to work his fingers in and out of her entrance, smearing her juices over her clitoris and then dipping them back inside. He did it over and over again while he held her close, his erection pressing against her swollen belly.

  “Ok, enough of this.” Eric said and suddenly he reached down, tearing her dress over her head and throwing it to the floor. Natasha felt self conscious standing before him in just her bra and panties but Eric’s eyes burned with his desire for her as they travelled down the length of body.

  Without moving his eyes away from hers, he kicked off his shoes and impatiently shoved his jeans down around his ankles before stepping out of them. The look on his face as he advanced towards her, left Natasha in no doubt that she was about to pay for her attempt at revenge.

  He turned her pushing her forward until she reached the back of the lounge and he bent her over, so she was forced to grab the leather lounge to hang on. Eric tugged on her panties and the material gave way with a loud rip. She felt his hand between her legs again as he dipped in to her dripping entrance and she heard his growl of satisfaction before his hands dug into her hips and with one hard lunge, he buried himself deep inside her. Natasha’s body opened up for his invasion and he didn’t stop plunging forward until he’d slammed into her cervix where he stopped moving, holding himself hard up against her buttocks.

  “Now I have you right where I want you Mrs Rothman.” Eric voice was husky in her ear and Natasha shivered, her body contracting around him. “How’s that revenge act working for you now baby?” He nipped her ear before pulling almost all the way out of her, then slammed into her again, squeezing a whimper of pleasure from her lips.

  When Eric drove into her again she gasped, before turning her head to say “I reckon it worked perfectly Mr CEO. I got you right where I wanted you.” Natasha wiggled her rear against him.

  Eric laughed huskily. “Well if you wanted me to fuck you baby, all you had to do was ask.” Again he pulled most of the way out of her and she groaned. He held himself with just the head of his penis inside her. “What do you want baby? Tell me what you want.”

  “I…I want you to...to… fuck me.” She gasped. “Fuck me hard. Dammit Eric, fuck...me…hard!”

  She heard him chuckle behind her. “That’s all you had to do baby, just ask. Your wish is my command.” And with that Eric surged into Natasha again, impaling her. As she gasped from the burst of pleasure his penis was igniting in her, she couldn’t help feeling that she’d lost that round. Somehow he had managed to turn the tables on her again.

  Then with no more teasing, Eric settled into a steady rhythm of thrusting into her, his fingers biting into her hips to hold Natasha steady as he slammed into her over and over again. She could hear him grunt with every thrust and his breathing was harsh as he fought to keep himself under control while maintaining the brutal pace.

  Natasha’s muscles tightened around him and Eric swore. “Fuck it baby. You worked me up then left me hanging. I’m not going to last long. I don’t want to come without you. Please baby.” His voice was harsh as he fought to keep his release from taking him over.

  He slipped an arm around her, reaching between her legs to press his fingers against Natasha’s clitoris and rubbed it until it swelled even more under his touch. “Come on baby, come on.” Eric urged, his lips against her ear as he thrust, his movements becoming jerky as his control slipped. Suddenly he went rigid and he plunged into her a couple more times before Natasha felt him erupt, pumping his warm seed into her.

  “Dammit, fuck, I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t wait.” He gasped. As he continued to move in her, he worked harder and faster over her swollen nub until finally with a tortured cry, her orgasm ripped through her. Natasha clenched down around Eric, milking him and he groaned, his hips still thrusting in response as she grabbed at him with her inner muscles.

  Natasha’s knees started to give way on her and Eric pulled free from her body and hastily wrapped his arms around her to hold her on her feet. “I’ve got you baby. Hang on.” He said and swung her into his arms, walking around the lounge to lower her carefully onto it.

  He dropped down alongside her and reached out to pull her limp body over his as he slid down so she ended up lying half sprawled over him. “You know we barely made it through the door Mrs Rothman before you had your hands on me.” Natasha could hear the amusement in Eric’s voice.

  “Well, you started it.” She said. “You’re the one who was teasing me.”

  “Yes but you were the one with your hands in my pants baby.” Eric pointed out. “I know we missed out on making love on our wedding night because you were exhausted but you know you might have given me a chance to get our bags into the bedroom Mrs Rothman before you got on your knees and put my cock in your mouth.”

  Natasha couldn’t help herself, she burst out laughing. “Yeah well I didn’t hear you complaining Mr CEO, only when I needed to get off my knees for awhile.”

  “You weren’t getting off your knees because you needed a break baby. You were trying to break me.” Eric tilted Natasha’s face up to his, his expression suddenly serious.
“God I love you Natasha. You make me laugh, you don’t take any shit from me and you can give as good as you get and making love with you is the most intense sex I’ve ever had in my life. No matter how many times I have you, it’s never enough. Still, do me a favour baby, don’t cock tease me again or I may very well strangle you.” He curled his fingers around her neck.

  “Oh you just need to suck it up Mr Rothman and by the way, I love you too.” Natasha trailed her lips over Eric’s chest, breathing deeply of his natural scent and the aftershave which lingered on his skin.

  “Suck it up baby? Interesting choice of words.” Eric grinned at her and Natasha reached out and pinched one of his nipples. “Dammit woman, do that again and I’m going to have to punish you.” He warned her.

  With one eyebrow raised, Natasha bent forward and sucked one of his nipples before giving him a sharp nip. “Fuck, that’s it Mrs Rothman. You were warned.” As Eric growled his warning, Natasha saw that he was fully erect again.

  “Seems someone in this room doesn’t mind a little bit of pain.” She teased as she ran her fingernail lightly up the side of his erection, circling the head before running her nail back down again. She watched his face and Eric’s eyes burned into her, desire in their depths as he followed the movement of her hand on his straining penis.

  “Keep that up baby and you know what’s going to happen.” Eric growled. Natasha smiled, bending her head to bite his nipple again and when he flinched and his hips jerked, she curled her fingers around his penis and began to work him in and out of her hand.

  Eric lay there for a few minutes more, his hips rising off the lounge slightly as he pushed into her firm grasp but then with a low groan, he suddenly moved. He rose from the lounge, dragging Natasha up with him and carried her over to the dining table laying her out on its smooth surface. Her legs dangled off the table and Eric pulled her forward until her buttocks were partially off the edge before he spread her legs, stepping between them.

  His fingers dipped into her exposed entrance and he growled when he found her so wet his fingers skidded through her dripping folds. Eric’s hand wrapped around his engorged penis and he rubbed the head through her juices, circling her sensitive clitoris then sliding around her entrance, before finally thrusting into her body.

  They both groaned when he plunged forward burying himself to the hilt. Natasha’s muscles clamped down on him when the angle took him deep inside her, banging up against her cervix. Eric wrapped his arms under her legs to support them and grabbed her buttocks, tipping her up towards him and with his firm grip holding her tightly, he began to thrust rhythmically into her.

  Eric kept the steady pace going, slowly building their mutual pleasure. From her position lying on the table, Natasha could watch his face, seeing the tension in his jaw and the desire burning intensely in his deep blue eyes as his focus centred on where their bodies were so intimately joined.

  Slowly she could feel the pleasure building in her body. Eric’s deep thrusts hitting her cervix over and over again sending sparks of intense sensations throughout her. She watched his face, the ripple of his muscles as he plunged into her and the way his teeth ground together with every thrust of his hips, as his own pleasure mounted.

  “Touch yourself baby.” He gasped. “I want to watch you touch yourself as I fuck you.” Eric slammed into her harder, his fingers digging into her buttocks to hold her steady so he didn’t push her up the table.

  Natasha’s hand moved down between her legs and she brushed her fingers over Eric’s penis that was wet from her juices, her nails brushing against him as he moved in and out of her body. He groaned, his hips jerking and he slammed into her again. “Fuck baby, don’t touch me. I don’t want to come too soon. Touch yourself, I want to watch you touch yourself. Do it now baby, do it for me.” His words were punctuated with his thrusts and Natasha finally touched her swollen nub, twitching slightly at how incredibly sensitive it was.

  Slowly at first, then faster and faster she circled her clitoris, brushing over it, swirling and coating it with her juices until her body tightened, her breathing increasing as her orgasm built within her. As she started to thrash her head from side to side, her auburn curls spread over the smooth wood of the table, Eric pounded into her harder, faster.

  The room was filled with the sound of their laboured breathing and the slapping noise as their bodies came together. Natasha’s excitement grew, perspiration coated her skin and suddenly with a loud cry her orgasm broke, flooding her body with pleasure that rolled through her, wave after wave causing her muscles to clamp around Eric as her hips twitched and her back arched.

  He groaned, his hips jerking and he swore, bellowing her name just as she felt him begin to spurt within her, spilling his release, coating her cervix with his seed.

  He collapsed forward, bracing his arms on the table either side of her as he panted, struggling to get his breathing back under control. Natasha could see the tremor running through his arms and slashes of colour heated his cheeks. When he finally opened his eyes to look down at her, Natasha blinked at the intense, vivid blue as he gazed at her.

  “You know if we don’t slow down baby, we’re never going to get our bags unpacked before we have to leave here.” Eric said, a flash of humour in his eyes.

  Natasha smiled lazily at his words. “Are you complaining Mr CEO?”

  “With my cock still inside you baby? Do I feel like I’m complaining?” He thrust forward pushing his softening penis into her. Natasha’s muscles grabbed at him in response, but Eric pulled free of her and she felt their combined juices trickle down the crease of her buttocks.

  Eric took one look at her as she lay, legs spread on the table, her vagina weeping and he grinned. “Come on Mrs Rothman. Time for a shower I think, then maybe you can stop taking advantage of me long enough for us to unpack our bags.” His voice was filled with amusement and Natasha rolled her eyes at him. Still she couldn’t help but grin at him when she saw his face. He looked relaxed and happy, the tension had eased from around his eyes and the glow of his love for her showed in his expression.

  “You are so full of shit Mr CEO.” Natasha reached up to cup his cheek. “But I love you, even though I could strangle you sometimes.”

  Eric pulled her off the table and into his arms. “I love you too baby, so much it hurts sometimes. Don’t ever leave me will you?”

  When Natasha saw that flicker of fear in his eyes, her heart ached for him. “I could never leave you Eric. To do that would be like leaving a piece of my heart behind and I couldn’t survive that.” She moved closer to him hooking her leg around his thigh, rubbing her crutch up and down him. A teasing look entered her eyes as she looked into his face. “I also couldn’t survive without a shower right now.” She grinned and Eric burst out laughing. He pulled his thigh out from between her legs, the skin glistening from where she’d smeared herself against him, coating him in their combined juices.

  Eric bent down and grabbed Natasha’s lip between his teeth, giving her a nip. “Happy with yourself are you baby?” He asked. “Come on, let’s go have that shower.” He swung her into his arms carrying her through the bedroom to the ensuite, despite Natasha’s protests that she was too heavy.

  He set her back on her feet near the shower door and turned the taps on. Once he got the water to the right temperature they both stepped in under the warm spray.

  …………………………………………….

  For the rest of the day Natasha and Eric did very little but hang around in their suite. They lay on the lounge and watched TV. Natasha fell asleep during the old movie The Poseidon Adventure and slept curled up in his arms.

  Later they debated about where to go for dinner, whether to eat in the hotel’s restaurant or go out. “How about the ARIA Restaurant baby, at Circular Quay? Eric suggested. “It’s right near the harbour with views of the bridge and Opera House, so the city at night should be amazing.”

  “It sounds expensive Eric and how would we get a
table at such short notice?”

  Eric simply got that sexy grin on his face. “They know me baby, trust me, they’ll find us a table.” He pulled himself up off the lounge. “I’ll ring the restaurant now.”

  About ten minutes later he came back, a big smile on his face. “I told you I’d get us a table and I’ve also got the limo organised so we’re booked in for 6.30pm.” Natasha glanced at the clock and freaked out, scrambling frantically to get herself upright.

  Eric laughed at her antics and Natasha snapped. “Well don’t just stand there, dammit, help me up.” He infuriated her more by just standing there without making any effort to help her.

  “What do you say baby?”

  “Fuck you Eric.” Natasha spat out.

  “That’s not quite what I had in mind.” Eric’s smile got bigger. “What’s the magic word?” He folded his arms, amusement in his eyes.

  Finally with an audible sigh she said. “Please.” Eric walked over and put out his hand to her and with her eyes flashing her frustration Natasha reluctantly took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

  “Don’t pout baby.” Eric bent to kiss her. “Now go get ready for dinner. I want to show my gorgeous new wife off.” And he slapped her buttocks as she walked past him. Natasha squealed and hurried off to try and work out what to wear for their first dinner out as man and wife.

  A bit over an hour later she was ready. She took a long look at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was going to pass as a suitable wife for Eric Rothman, CEO. Her dress was black, off the shoulder on one side and fitted over her breasts. The high waist was made from a broad band of fabric covered with rhinestones that matched the edging on the single shoulder strap. From there down, the fabric fell gracefully over her baby belly ending just above her knees. She wore matching black shoes dotted with rhinestones and carried a small black bag.

  Natasha had curled her hair, pinning it back from her face and leaving the rest of it to tumble down her back and she’d copied some of the make up artist’s tips from her wedding day to carefully apply her make up.