Warning: This is the chapter. The chapter that has Eric and Natalia's first time together. So, discretion is advised. But let's be honest; that's why you are here.
"So…" Christine grinned, sitting back down next to Natalia when she walked back inside. "Where were we?" She smiled as Anya returned to the living room, somehow managing to balance the three glasses of wine in her hands as she sat on the recliner across from her sisters and put the drinks on the coffee table.
"We were talking about the first time Eric and Natalia decided to go inflangrante delecto!" Anya winked. Natalia, mid-way through a sip of wine, coughed a little. "What?" She asked innocently.
"That is definitely not the way I would like my sex life described!" Natalia sputtered, resting the back of her hand against her mouth as she felt her throat burn from the wine. "If anyone is to describe it, that would be me, and it won't be done using words like that." She sighed heavily, leaning back on the couch with a sigh. "Since when did my sex life become the hot topic?"
Christine leaned forward, reaching for her glass. "Because mine is non-existent and Anya's is boring. We know yours is fun so we have decided to live vicariously through yours." She explained in a simple tone as she swished her drink. "So," She waved a hand. "Tell us. What was it like?" She looked over to her sister and smiled. For the first time in a long time, she could see that Natalia was well and truly relaxed, not just putting on a show for her family. Her eyes were looking towards Eric and the boys sitting outside, and she saw the smile return to her face.
"In a word? Mind blowing."
The tension between Eric and Natalia in the car was so think you could cut through it with a knife. As they got closer to Natalia's place, Eric's hand ghosted over hers and rested on her thigh, causing her to look at him. She smiled first, Eric squeezing her hand softly before raising it to his lips and kissing it softly. She smiled as she turned into her driveway, cutting the ignition with a shaking hand. As she got out of the car, she closed the door behind her and before she could count to ten, she felt a hand on her hip. The contact caught her off guard, making her jump.
"I am so sorry," Eric breathed. Natalia relaxed, the breath on her neck causing her to calm down more than any breathing activity. "Is this ok?" He asked. Giving a silent nod, she grabbed Eric's shirt, like at the bar, and pulled her close to him and kissed him like her life depended on it. He happily returned the kiss, resting his hands on her lower back and keeping her close to him. Dancing a silent dance, Eric carefully pushed Natalia up against her front porch wall, using one hand to hold her at the hip and the other to take a gentle hold of her neck, his lips beginning to leave a trail down her chin and towards her chest. With a heavy sigh, Natalia found herself running shaking hands through his short hair, trying to lift his head back up towards her. Almost forcefully, she pulled his face close to hers and kissed him, her tongue demanding an entrance into his mouth. He readily accepted, stopping only to let her unlock her front door. The last thing he wanted was to have her arrested for indecent exposure. The door unlocked, Natalia walked in slowly with Eric close behind. As soon as the solid oak door closed, he pushed her up against it, his hands resting on her hips as Natalia's smaller hands wrestled to unbutton his shirt. Getting impatient, she gripped it in both hands and gave it a rip, buttons scattering over her floor. With a small giggle, she felt Eric's hands wrap around her knees and under her arms, scooping her up as if she were a small child.
"You're going to have to direct me here!" Eric laughed, kissing her again as they reached the end of the hallway. Natalia, from her position in Eric's arms, was able to nudge her bedroom door open with her foot. She shimmied her way out of Eric's embrace, pulling him close to her once again as they resumed the battle of the kiss. Pulling away, Eric took the time to once more look into Natalia's. The orbs, the same shade as chocolate, were darkened now by lust and desire, but still danced in passion and fear. With almost shaking hands, Eric rested his hands on her shoulders and turned her around, so she was facing away from him. Raising one hand, he slowly lowered the zip of her dress and pulled it down her back, allowing it to pool at her feet before turning her around to face him. What he saw made his jaw hit the floor. He knew from the dress that Natalia had a stunning figure but, seeing her now in her most vulnerable state, he found himself drawn to her even more so. Her skin shone in the moonlight through the blinds of her bedroom, but that's not what caught his eye. Littering her back and chest were small scars, the bumps felt under his skin as he trailed his fingers down her back. He felt her tense up at the feeling, her head bowing down and tears pricking in her eyes. "What happened?" He asked, kissing her temple as he pulled her towards him. Natalia's eyes closed, head bowed almost in shame. "Who did this to you?" he asked. With an almost inaudible sigh, she turned away from Eric and sat on the comforter, suddenly feeling cold and very vulnerable.
"Um…" She ran a shaking hand through her hair and found herself unable to look at Eric. "My ex-husband…" The sentence didn't even need to be finished. No wonder she had reacted the way she did to the guy at the club. She had been through hell at the hands of someone who was meant to love her, and he found himself hating a man he had never met for hurting a woman he had just met but found himself unable to get enough of.
"Where is he now?" He asked, the mood changing from lustful sexiness to caring tenderness. When Natalia didn't answer, he rested his thumb and index finger under her chin, much like what she had done to him outside the club.
"He's in jail, where he belongs. He pushed me down the stairs and broke my arm so… he's serving a rather long sentence. That's why I went out tonight; today marks a month since he has been in prison and since then I have been able to love my life and myself again without having to live in fear of him finding me. And when I saw you…" She turned to face him, taking her hands in his. "I just felt this… need. This need to have you with me. I haven't felt this way about anyone in a long time and when I look at you…" Her hand rested on his cheek. "Something pulls you to me. Like a laser beam… and I can't get enough of it." Eric leaned into her and kissed her, resting both hands on her hips as she pulled them both to lay down on her bed. Natalia shuffled her way up the bed, not stopping until her head was on her pillow. She sighed, arching her back as she felt Eric's hands wander behind to find the bra strap. With a simple flick, the black lace garment was flung from her, landing somewhere on her floor. Taking a moment, Eric sat up to unbuckle his jeans, flinging them in the same place Natalia had pooled her dress. His clothing discarded, he ran his hands almost in a feather touch along the side of Natalia's thighs, feeling the skin underneath him erupt in goose bumps.
"You are so beautiful." He leaned up to her, capturing her lips in a kiss as he rested his hands on either side of her face. With a soft hand, he flicked his fingers underneath the band of her panties, slowly sliding them down her legs in an almost tease. Natalia moaned, her eyes closing as she felt Eric's fingers once again skirted up her legs and rested on her hip bones. "Ready?" He asked, casting another look into the woman's eyes for any sign of uncertainty or fear. Seeing none, and also seeing her nod, he used his left hand to slowly spread her legs apart, the other hand coming to rest on her shoulder for leverage as he slid every so graciously. Natalia gasped aloud, shocked at the feeling of him inside of her. She had been filled before, but never like this. "Are you alright?" He asked, suddenly worried that he had hurt her.
"Yes," She sighed, reaching her hands up to Eric's shoulders and digging her nails in slightly. "Please," This whole night had her head spinning. Natalia never, in her right mind, imagined that she would be having sex with a man she just met let alone enjoying it as much as she was now. Nor demanding it as much as she was. "Just don't stop…" Eric looked up at her, his eyes still having a slight streak of fear in them. "I want you." She affirmed, digging her nails into his shoulders. Not needing to be told again, Eric braced his hands on the side of her; using them for leverage as he began to thrust in and out of her. The sensation was nothing new for Eric, but for him to be on this much of a hair-trigger is something he wasn't used to. He wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the adrenaline of sex with a stranger, but he knew that he was not able to get enough of this beautiful woman writhing underneath him. Her breathing came in soft moans, growing slightly louder as he leaned down and began to kiss at her neck, biting her vein softly. "Faster." She almost demanded, wrapping her legs around his waist as he stopped, sliding her up the bed slightly. Getting off of her for a moment, he rolled onto the other side and sat up, holding his hand to pull her onto his lap. With a smile, she this time straddled him, both hands going to her hair as she ran her fingers through it and rode him. Eric let his head fall back against the headboard with a smile, reaching forward. With a gasp, Natalia picked up the pace as she felt Eric's thumb begin to roll around her clit, the sensation causing her eyes to close. She moaned louder, Eric's breathing and moans driving her nuts. "I can't…" She was lost for words as Eric leaned forward and grabbed her hips, rolling them both over and pinning her to the mattress by the shoulders. "Eric, I'm…"
"Natalia…" His pace picked up more, causing the bed to almost slam against the wall in a syncopated rhythm. "I'm- "Before he could finish his sentence, he felt his release tremble within him. He wasn't the only one on the edge; Natalia suddenly reached her hands up and wrapped her arms around Eric's neck and pulled him back down to her for a kiss, crying out through the kiss as she rode out her long overdue orgasm. Eric's pace matched hers, doing what another could do to keep the feeling going and ride it out for as long as they could. Feeling her tighten around him drove Eric over the edge, keeping his head in the nook of Natalia's neck as he felt his release escape, feeling her to the brim. After about two minutes, Eric looked to Natalia and smiled. She had a grin that clearly told him she was satisfied, and his smile was the same. Regrettably, he rolled off and out of her, resting his head on the pillow beside him. Breathing heavily, Eric rolled onto his side and rested his head on a propped-up elbow; Natalia doing the same.
"Wow," She sighed, laughing a little. Using one hand, she fished the sheet up from the end of the bed and covered herself with it, leaving enough for Eric to drape over his waist as he lay back down on the pillow. Looking at her, he smiled sideways and wrapped a hand around her shoulder, pulling her close to him and laying her head on his shoulder. He kissed her head, looking into her eyes.
"I hope I didn't hurt you," He ran his fingers down the side of her arms softly, the goosebumps returning. Natalia sighed a happy sigh and tilted her head back, Eric's fingers ever so softly beginning to run through her hair.
"No, you didn't." She lay down again, resting her head on his chest as she kissed him. "But you did give me a very good taste of what's to come for the rest of the night." She winked, straddling him this time and resting her forehead against him; her hair forming a curtain around them both as she kissed him like her life depended on it. Natalia knew, as she grinded her hips against Eric again and laced her fingers with his, that she wanted nothing more from this handsome hero tonight than to make love to her to the point that she didn't think she could walk. That would do just fine.
Anya almost spat her wine out; staring at her sisters with wide eyes. Out of the three women, Anya was the most innocent of them. Inexplicably, she felt anger rise inside of her at her sister's carelessness. Never had she imagined that Natalia, who had been through hell and back at the hands of her ex-husband, would hook up with a stranger on the same night that they met. "Well…"
"Well what?" Natalia asked, setting her now empty wine glass on the coffee table. It was her turn for her anger to bubble up. If they didn't want to know, they shouldn't have asked. "This is why I didn't want to tell you about it because I knew you would judge me." She clasped her hands together, bracing herself for a lecture from Anya; which she knew would be a laugh. Being four years younger, she was often concerned for her older sister's safety but the advice she often gave bad advice.
"I just thought that, after what happened with- "Anya began, but Natalia put a hand up to stop her.
"Don't…" Her stare turned icy. "You do not need to say his name; and you do not get to judge me. I went out that night to have fun and to not think about him; and Eric was able to do that. He has been able to help me forget about my old life for the past almost three months. Who cares if we slept together the first night we met? I'm sure you and Matt did something similar!" Natalia's voice was starting to rise. She didn't mean to yell at her sister, but she felt like she was being judged immensely. "I would like to see you in my position."
"Ok!" Christine interjected, putting her hands up in a 'T' shape. She looked to Anya. "We both asked Natalia about how they met, so we don't get to throw judgement at her. Especially after what she has been through." She turned now to Natalia; who had her arms folded across her chest and her eyes were almost piercing her sister's soul in two. "And you," Natalia almost rolled her eyes. "I know you are angry with her, but losing your cool is not how to solve it." She cast a look between both of her sisters. Being the middle child, she was used to defusing blowouts between her two sisters; but she hadn't had to do that since they were teenagers. "Remember what mom always told us?" She asked. Both women sighed, looking at one another again.
"Meet in the middle." Natalia almost groaned. Anya sighed, nodding in agreement. "Why do you have to pull that on us?" She felt like she was a teenager again; being scolded for taking the car out for a joyride without asking.
"Because it works." She put a hand on both girl's shoulders. "Now…" She turned them to face another. "Apologize. And hug it out."
With another sigh, Anya unfolded her arms and rubbed her forehead with her hand. "I'm sorry, Nat… I just don't want you to get hurt like before." Natalia felt her temper cool marginally, smiling softly.
"I know… and I'm sorry for being a cranky little bitch." With another smile, she pulled her sisters close to her and held them, resting her cheek atop of Anya's head. Maybe life wasn't always easy, but siblings like hers and a man like Eric, she knew that that was darn close to perfection.