Unsure why she’d hesitated beyond a feeling of renewed nervousness Tasha allowed her legs to part. Jim’s hand began a slow, teasing journey up her inner thigh until he found the heat of her intimate folds that he soon bypassed to slide his fingers inside her once more. She cried out with slight discomfort but also with the first fluttering of fresh arousal.
He smiled at her with a satisfied, almost smug expression. “Sore?”
“No, just a little sensitive,” she replied as his fingers began to move in and out while his thumb found her clitoris that he circled delivering immediate results.
Tasha could feel the electricity in her belly building quickly, coiling and tightening in preparation. Reaching up and with a desperate urge to touch him, she simply stroked Jim’s face and closed her eyes as if saving it to her memory.
“Open your eyes, baby,” he gently ordered as Tasha’s pants and moans began to fill the room. “Come on Tasha, you want to come?”
“Yes. Make me come again,” she pleaded on a fresh moan.
He was relentless again now and just as she could feel that her climax was about to be unleashed he removed his hand and as she opened her mouth to object he plunged his fingers into her mouth.
“That is what we taste like Tasha, together.”
He returned his fingers to her arousal once more only to remove them as far as his own mouth.
“We taste good, don’t we?” he asked with a wicked grin on his face after sucking his own fingers clean.
“Yes, we do,” she agreed. “But I think there is a better way for me to taste us,” she told him, already up on her knees.
Jim frowned as Tasha pushed him back onto the bed where he lay sprawled out. She crawled down the bed, settling between his slightly spread thighs. After taking his fresh erection in her hand, she slowly fed it into her mouth; licking, sucking and teasing as she went, up and down, adding a gentle sweep of her tongue around the head while her hand focused on cupping, stroking and gently squeezing his balls until he was groaning beneath her. She continued until she felt him tensing and twitching while his hands disappeared in her hair that he tugged on in a strange attempt to control her movements but possibly more to hold onto his own sense of control. With a final tug on her hair, Tasha felt the sensation of him filling her mouth and then the familiar taste of him.
She released him when she was sure he was spent and then crawled back up the bed until she straddled him where she paused to say, “I prefer the taste of you.”
He immediately rolled her over and pressed her into the bed beneath him.
“What shall I do with you, Miss Winters?” He adjusted his position and wedged a leg between hers to rub it against her. She rotated her hips in response and let out a low, soft moan.
“You could make me come again?” she said seriously.
“I don’t think so, honey. I believe you said earlier,you can have me frustrated later,and guess what? It’s later.”
“James—”
“Don’t do it, Tasha. I will have you frustrated and much later we will address the reasons for your frustration, but for now I want to lie here and hold you, to touch you.”
She willingly allowed him to envelop her in his arms and legs and smiled as she realised that at this moment in time she was truly content, in spite of the mild frustration she knew would only get worse.
“So, we have lots to discuss, where would you like to start?” He gently brushed his hand down her side and back up her spine.
“We could talk later.” She pushed against him.
“We could, but I want to talk now,” he insisted. “Take your shoes off and get into bed with me.” He got up and began to pull the covers back.
Tasha was more than happy to comply, having missed their closeness and the simplicity of lying together and sharing a bed.
“Turn to face me while we talk. I’ve missed this,” he admitted as the sheets covered them both. Lying on his back while she lay on her side facing him Jim brushed her hair off her face and asked again, “So, where would you like to start?”
Tasha was in no doubt that talking was the only thing on the agenda now. “Money.”
“Okay, money. What are your objections to my money?”
“I don’t object to your money. I’m sure you’ve worked hard to amass it, but I neither need nor want it from you, in the form of cash, cards or anything else.”
“But you said I can buy you gifts,” he said, as if trying to establish some way around her objection to his money.
“Within reason,” she specified.
