“Oh my, you look good.” He watched as she opened her eyes.
Reaching behind her to undo her bra but never taking her eyes of his Tasha was surprised when he put his hand up to stop her. “No, not yet, lie down next to me, honey. Let me touch you.”
Tasha crawled onto the bed and lay next to him on her back wearing only her bra and shoes. He traced his finger from her mouth down her neck and paused at her breasts causing her to gasp as he kneaded and teased her tight peaks firmly. He pulled at the lace fabric, a little too roughly. The sound of the fabric tearing coincided with her loud moan.
“I think I owe you a set now.” He laughed, lifting her back off the bed to free her from the torn bra. His gaze roamed every inch of her completely naked form, from her eyes to her shoes and back up again before settling on her face. “You are very, very beautiful, Tasha,” he moaned against her ear. “I won’t play games, baby. I won’t play you, but the bossy and in charge thing, that’s all me.”
“Okay,” Tasha replied, reassured by his intention not to play mind games and excited that the bossy thing was actually him.
“Now, what did you want me to do to you, honey?” he asked, reverting back tobossy, I’m in charge Jim.
She was feeling liberated and in control, of herself at least. “Make me come with your tongue, please.”
He smiled. “I do like good manners. Your mouth isn’t quite so smart now, honey. I like that, but I have something to shut it up if I need to.” He laughed as he placed her hand on his erection that lurched at the simple touch she gave it.
She smiled up at him. Any doubts she might have had about the merits of embarking on this were now gone. “I will endeavour to remember that, but I can’t promise that you won’t have to bring out the big gun.”
“I am banking on it.” He grinned. “Now, where was I?”
Dropping to his knees he grabbed her ankles, pulling her to the edge of the bed before burying himself between her thighs, licking and lapping until Tasha was writhing beneath him on the edge of pleasure once more. Sensing how close she was Jim increased his efforts, easily sliding a finger inside her, then a second. Pumping in and out, rotating inside her as his tongue circled her clit with various amounts of pressure, until finally at the split second she was ready to fall off the edge of her desire into the long dark tunnel of release, he sucked hard, pulling her clitoris into his mouth where he continued to suck the engorged nub of pleasure until she was screaming, crying and fisting the sheets in a storm of sensations and feelings she’d never known so intensely before.
Slowly and gently Jim coaxed her off the ceiling or wherever she’d ended up, then gazed up at her, his face glistening with her arousal. “Do you use birth control?”
She wasn’t entirely sure when would be a good time to discuss this, but she didn’t know that this was it. Maybe that should have been an earlier conversation but as it hadn’t been, now was the only option.
“No, not the pill. I prefer condoms.”
“Really? I don’t like rubbers.”
She giggled as she thought about the term rubber in the U.K.
“What’s funny?”
“We use rubbers to correct pencil mistakes in England,” said Tasha.
“No, that’s an eraser and this will not be a mistake that needs erasing. What do you call rubbers then?” His declaration that having sex together wasn’t a mistake startled her more than him judging by the speed with which their conversation moved on.
“Condoms mainly, although some of the boys at school called them Johnnies, but I prefer condoms.” She thought Johnny was more fitting for a juvenile boy.
Jim wore a puzzled expression. “Okay, so condoms.”
“Yes. I have no intention of getting pregnant and with HIV and diseases...”
“You think I have HIV?” he asked wryly from his position between her thighs.
“No, of course not, but you’ve had six wives and numerous lovers I would guess.”
He nodded. “I don’t normally carry rubbers, condoms,” he corrected. “Unless I’m on a date.”
“I do.” She lifted her handbag up and retrieved one.
“Were you a girl scout, being prepared?” He was already taking the gold foil wrapper from her.
“No, but my mother instilled in me the importance of not getting pregnant,” she explained.
“I hope you’ve brought enough for the night. Shame there will be no bare back though.” He grinned again.
Tasha raised her eyebrows and wondered what it was with these horse analogies.
