Chapter 3
Lying very still, hoping to feign sleep, Tasha looked across at the clock to see it was already five a.m. Jim had been as good as his word when he’d said he could go all night. She hadn’t been aware that room service supplied condoms. They did. They had.
She was lying on her side with her back towards him, wrapped tightly in his embrace. With her eyes closed, she attempted to summon sleep but could only summon images and thoughts of their time together. A slow seductive smile spread across her face as she remembered the way he’d crawled up her body, his face still glistening with her own arousal and then he’d kissed her, long, hard and deep. Tasting her own scent from his lips was like some kind of aphrodisiac, although it had ended all too soon when Jim took the condom from her and quickly covered himself before settling between her thighs that were splayed wide.
With just his tip gently rimming her, Tasha had panicked slightly. It had been a while since she’d been intimate with anyone and she already knew he was likely to cause some discomfort when he entered her. She edged back into his embrace a little more as she recalled how he’d gently stroked her face and head that he cupped and cradled, reassuring her before he spoke.
“Ssh, I’ve got you, honey,” he soothed, lowering a hand between them, gently inserting a finger, then two rather than his penis, preparing her a little more as he reassured her again. “Baby, we’ll take this nice and slow. As slowly as you need, okay?”
Tasha had nodded. “Thank you.”
With a little more probing, Jim removed his fingers and slid the very tip of his erection inside her, maybe managing to edge in a little farther than previously. That was how he’d continued; kissing her, talking and reassuring her as he gently inched into her body until he was fully embedded and then he’d paused, allowing her time to acclimatise to the invasion.
The sweet sting and burn she felt as her body stretched to accommodate him had been the perfect mixture of pain and pleasure, anticipation and threats of what would come next. It was only when she’d given him the green light to move that he’d done so, gently. With a little more speed and force it was actually Tasha begging for more. For everything he had to give her, quite possibly more than she’d imagined, especially when she’d fallen headlong into an intense orgasm that had her crying, shouting, clawing at his back and wrapping her legs around him. With hindsight, her desperate attempt to hold and pull him closer had never been possible.
As her release began to ebb away she felt over-sensitised and in some ways wanted him to stop so she could gain some normal sensation back, but Jim had other ideas. He’d continued to stoke the remaining embers within her, coaxing her to the precipice of another release.
She recalled suggesting he should stop in a garbled cry as she passed the point of no return and came so hard it had verged on the painful. Her whole body contracted in such a way that it made her orgasm go on and on in a flurry of lights, cries and tears that he brushed away as he froze completely, emptying his own release into the condom she’d insisted on.
Tasha heard a sigh that brought her back to the here and now then felt him stirring behind her. His hardness against her hip once more.
“Again?” She thought sleep really might be necessary.
“I told you, all night. He allowed his lips to tease and caress the skin on her shoulder.
“Fuck!” The expletive rolled off her tongue at the idea of more sex and the tingling his kisses caused all over, inside and out.
“Oh dear, that mouth’s back and you know what that means, baby.” He laughed.
Rolling over to face him, Tasha leaned in and kissed him passionately. She was the aggressor now; she invaded his mouth with her tongue, all thoughts of sleep forgotten.
He quickly responded then pulled away. “I like you in my mouth, Tasha, but that doesn’t fill it, does it?”
She shrugged her agreement before sitting up to trace her lips slowly down his body from his stubbly jawline to his chest, pausing to bathe his nipples in the warmth of her mouth then lower. She licked a path down the centre of his body, briefly pausing to dip into his navel before she continued her journey along the darkening and coarser hair that was his happy trail. She faced his erection that seemed to have super powers of its own to still be going strong after the night it had had. She stifled a giggle as she realised she was actually making his penis a separate entity. While she was becoming lost in her thoughts and the sight of his swollen and leaking erection that was several shades of purple, he was lacing his hands through her hair, encouraging her as he anticipated the welcoming feel of her wet and warm mouth encasing him.
Slowly, Tasha licked and lapped before giving in to Jim’s groans and tightening grip on her hair. Covering the engorged head she sucked gently, lowering herself until she could feel him in the back of her throat.
“Shit, baby,” he groaned as Tasha withdrew to give her gag reflex some time to acclimatise and then began to move up and down in earnest, sucking, lapping and sweeping her tongue until she could feel he was close.
With the addition of her hand around the base, tightly squeezing, hoping to give him the maximum time possible, Tasha continued and soon the tell-tale twitching and ragged breathing told her that very soon he wouldn’t be able to stop. With only her mouth working now she was in no way surprised when Jim took some control, guiding himself in and out of her mouth as he grasped her head and hair in his hands until with a loud groan and a cry of her name he was coming undone in an almost painful release of his own.
Once she was sure he was spent, she freed herself from him and swallowed his pleasure before crawling back up his body until she found herself nestled tightly against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat going at it like a jackhammer at the same time that his chest bounced beneath her with laboured and loud breaths.
“You, Natasha, just keep getting better and better, honey,” he finally said, causing the biggest and broadest grin to spread across her face because she found the idea that he was finding what they were sharing as intense and earth shattering as her was somehow reassuring. It was a definite ego boost when she considered he had a lot more experience of sex than her.
It was eight o’clock before he allowed her to actually sleep and she was grateful for the couple of hours she managed to sleep. When she did wake, she was sore and aching so decided to run a bath. Leaving Jim to sleep, she shut herself away in the bathroom and allowed her mind to think about what she’d done and although she had serious reservations about shagging the head of the studio, she couldn’t bring herself to regret it. She smiled as she realised that from the moment she’d met him, James had filled her mind with laughter, happy thoughts and arousal. Her mind, one that usually whirred with dark thoughts and memories, had been a lighter and more grounded place. With that realisation, Tasha decided to enjoy the benefits of that for however long it lasted, hours or days, but she knew it was no more than a quick fling. It couldn’t be any more than that.
Slowly, lowering herself into the huge bath, Tasha felt a mixture of pleasure and pain as the warm, lavender infused water lapped around her. She had never been quite so sore after one night with a man, but what a man. What a night. Recalling his size, she winced. He really was big, but not stupidly, porn star big, but thick. Was that what was referred to as girth she wondered, and giggled at the word for no reason beyond the fact that it amused her, the word and her musing. She thought back to the first time he had entered her fully and how she’d called out his name, but that just seemed to make him more determined to fully occupy her in the best way possible. Her thoughts drifted to Gerry, for the first time really since she’d entered the bedroom with Jim. He was like nobody she’d ever met but she still felt confused when she thought about Gerry. She closed her eyes tightly and must have drifted off to sleep again because she was woken with a start as Jim joined her in the tub, the water splashing around them.
“You look good wet.” He gave her a cheeky wink that made her grin. “Your lingerie is on its way,” he said flatly as he positioned himself behind her.
“What?”
“I’ve phoned the store and they’ve had a personal shopper select some and are couriering it over.”
She laughed at the idea of it being couriered. This man was mad. She hadn’t necessarily expected him to replace her underwear.
“Don’t bother putting it on though, honey. We aren’t going anywhere and you won’t be needing it for what I have planned.” His salacious promise was accompanied by a nip to her shoulder and neck.
