He removed his fingers and as she heard the sound of him sucking them she could feel her legs almost buckling beneath her.
“You like that I like to taste you, don’t you?” He buried his fingers inside her once more.
She gasped so hard she almost choked at the realisation that she really had missed him and he was amazingly good at this, at knowing what she liked, what she wanted.
“You want some?” he asked hoarsely.
She immediately knew what he was referring to. He meant her and she was horrified to realise that she actually did. Was there something wrong with her? Was this in any way normal behaviour? She had no clue, she just knew that she wanted this, him and everything he offered her.
“Tasha?” He interrupted her thoughts, wanting an answer.
“Yes.” She was seriously turned on by this man, her man and his sexiness, his sex awareness. His awareness of her.
He turned her to face him and with his glistening fingers held in front of her face he placed them against her lips. “Suck,” he spoke with a gentleness that did nothing to disguise the authority of his order. She immediately complied. “How do you taste, Natasha?”
“Sweet,” she mumbled using his usual description as her hand took hold of his.
“You certainly do, honey.”
She sucked his fingers deep and hard and allowed her tongue to sweep around them. He groaned as he inclined his head to one side and slowly began to slide his fingers back out of her mouth but not before she had gently nipped at his fingers as they left the wet heat of her mouth.
He arched an eyebrow and smiled again. “Later.” He dropped his mouth over hers. He kissed her, long and hard while his hands slid through her hair to grip her head so as to manoeuvre her head into the position he wanted, needed it to be in.
All too soon he pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. “I like the taste of you on your own tongue.” He pulled the top of her dress down over her arms, releasing and uncovering her upper body. Looking down with a smile, his hands made their way to her breasts. “I like to watch you play with these, but I prefer to do it myself.” He bent his head and lifted, in turn, each of her breasts. He sucked her already stiff nipples until they were rigid, over-sensitised peaks before grazing his teeth across them making her cry out as her nails clawed the tender skin of his scalp while her fingers that were tangled in his hair gently tugged.
Straightening, Jim raised his head to take her mouth again, his tongue sliding and lapping against hers, duelling for supremacy, a battle he won with ease. A battle she had no desire to win.
Once satisfied that her mouth and mewls all belonged to him, Jim wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up and carried her to the bed where he safely deposited her on the sumptuous mattress.
Tasha wriggled out of her dress as Jim stood over her. “You could have kept it on for what good it was.”
She giggled as she kicked it across the floor.
“Keep your sparkly shoes on, I like them.” He grinned as he joined her on the bed. Lying down beside her he pulled her close. “Are you okay? You seem nervous.”
She considered her reply. She’d known this man for three weeks. The first week was sex and lots of it and the last two had been long distance sexting, with a couple of cybersex dates.
“I am nervous. I feel like a born again virgin,” she confessed.
“I like that idea, baby. I wish you were a virgin.” He traced a path down her chest, belly and sex where his hand settled for a few seconds before he allowed a single finger to skim along her length. “I would like to have been the first here,” he said, finally burying his finger into her firmly, with an almost rough desperation as he staked his claim to her.
Never taking his eyes off her he sucked his fingers again until she was forced to break the look. Tasha let her eyes drop to his groin and smiled as she took him in her hand and gripped him tightly. She moved her hand up and down, slowly and then allowed her thumb to circle the head of his shaft removing the sticky pre-cum that was now covering him. She raised her hand to her face and smiled at him as she plunged her thumb, coated in him, into her mouth and sucked it hard. His eyes widened as he watched her with an expression of something akin to awe. She moved her hand and thumb back and began to grip him again, tightly. She repeated the sweeping movement with her thumb and gazed up at him.
“You want some?” She repeated his previous question to her.
He didn’t answer but grabbed her hand and pulled it to his face and devoured her thumb; sucking and biting, circling her thumb with his tongue. He pulled it from his mouth and ran it across her lips.
“You are something else, you really are, baby.”
She smiled up at him.
“I think I should fuck you now, bareback.”
Kneeling up on the bed, Jim put a hand under each of her knees to pull her down the bed towards him. He then pushed her legs apart, briefly sinking his fingers into her again, rotating them, bringing her nerve endings to life until she bucked her hips against him and then he was gone.
“Are you sure you want to do this without a rubber?” he asked, allowing his erection to nudge her opening.
She nodded.
