With a smile, she toed off her trainers.
Tasha clapped her hands and grinned as she began removing her clothes. She put a little perfume on her wrists and spritzed it across the long sleeved, black, backless, short dress she had chosen to wear. She thought back to when she’d modelled it during their video date and he’d suggested she removed her pants and had been very appreciative of the overall effect. She pulled it on and smiled at her reflection in the huge mirror at the bottom of the bed.
She put on her new black, sequinned, high courts and with her back to the mirror bent down to touch her toes. This was beyond accessible. She tousled her hair and applied a clear lip gloss and licked her lips to give them a wet look. All she had to do now was wait. She went into the lounge, plugged her phone into the docking station and put her music on. She wandered into the kitchen in an attempt to kill time and laughed as Time of My Life blasted out from the speakers. She’d really thought she and Jim were done the last time she’d heard this. She skipped to the next track and began dancing around as she rummaged through the kitchen cupboards and fridge.
She was singing along to Last Dance by Donna Summer and the irony of the lyrics she was singing were not wasted on her. Words about needing him beside her, to guide and hold her, but more so to scold her. She thought the lyrics about being so, so bad probably wouldn’t get any argument from Jim.
With a start she realised something, someone had wrapped their arms around her waist at the same time as his words washed over her. “Ain’t that the truth, baby?”
She spun around and came face to face with him. She was rooted to the spot and speechless, but managed the biggest of grins as he released her. He looked absolutely glorious; black jeans and casual loafers with a plain white t-shirt and although he looked a little tired with his ruffled hair he didn’t look as though he’d just endured a ten-hour flight and an eight hour time difference.
“Nice shoes and very inappropriate dress.” He grinned wolfishly.
“Very accessible.” She swooshed the skirt suggestively and before she could even blink she was struggling to breathe. She was sandwiched between the fridge and Jim’s body then his mouth was on hers, his tongue explored her mouth, forcefully and purposefully. She wanted to pull back, to come up for air, but had absolutely nowhere to go. She moaned loudly as he released her lips.
“Baby, I need you right now, so unless you want our first time without any barriers to be on the kitchen floor or the counter top, show me where the bedroom is.”
Shakily, Tasha pointed to the bedroom door before Jim took her hand and led her through it where she stood looking at him nervously as he sat on the bed.
“I really, really like that dress and those shoes. So much better than jeans and sneakers.” He kicked his shoes off and pulled his t-shirt off over his head. “Turn around, honey.” He stood again.
She turned on the spot and breathed deeply when she heard him undoing his jeans behind her. This wasn’t how she had imagined it to be. She had thought that she would greet him at the door and they would kiss and that he would either pin her to the nearest flat surface and fuck her like his life depended on it or carry her to bed and make love to her, gently, but he had done neither. He’d surprised her and kissed her until she was breathless and this felt like sex, but controlled, calculated on his part. This was James, not Jim, but she didn’t mind. She felt nervous of him, maybe that was the anticipation and expectation of what was about to happen, but there was more to her nervousness. She was genuinely worried that this moment wouldn’t be good enough, that her memories of how things had been were somehow distorted in her mind and yet she knew they hadn’t been. Her nerves kicked in as though she was some kind of born again virgin, although she was seriously turned on and whilst part of her wanted to turn around and be equally as controlling she knew she couldn’t be, not if James was in charge, so simply did nothing.
“Bend over.”
She did so immediately, knowing he was recreating the image from their date. “Oh baby, you remembered,” he groaned and then he was there, behind her and obviously naked. He gripped her hips tightly then leaned down her back where he pulled her to stand until she was pressed against his chest. “You smell so good,” he moaned, “I can’t wait to be inside you.”
She replied with a loud moan as his words caused her insides to clench before his fingers found and pinched her erect nipples that protruded through the fabric of her dress.
She swallowed hard. “I’ve missed you.”
“How much?” he asked, one hand returned to her back, stopping at the bottom of her dress. “How much?” he repeated, lifting her dress and rubbing his hand across her cheeks. “So cold and pale. We should change that,” he whispered with a slightly threatening undercurrent.
She tensed, bracing herself which made him laugh warmly against her ear. “So, so eager, Natasha. Not yet, honey,” he crooned as his fingers parted her folds to find her hot and wet welcome that he quickly buried a first and then a second finger in making her gasp and lean back farther. “Oh, you’ve missed me this much. Such a warm welcome so soon, Tasha.”
She knew he was laughing, with her, not at her, amused, pleased at how much she wanted him, how much she’d missed him.
