“Half four.”
“Gosh, you are an animal, Mr Maybury.” She managed to stand on very wobbly legs.
“Right back at you, Miss Winters, not to mention absolutely amazing,” he replied as he stood up behind her, holding her hips steady against him. “Could I tempt you to join me in the shower?”
“To get clean or dirty?” she asked seriously.
“I would like to say clean, but I think it would end up with us getting dirty.” He grinned more broadly at her pained expression.
“Then maybe we could wait until later, after a little sleep.”
“Okay,” he agreed. “This may come out all wrong, but please take it the way I intend it. I really want you to be the only woman I ever fuck for the rest of my life and even when I got married I don’t think I ever thought that, ever.”
She smiled at him, possibly steady enough to get as far as the bathroom now.
“I hope you will do me the same service when I say, I really need to pee, but am struggling to walk, so I really need to go, but we can discuss it in a minute, if you want to.”
He smiled at her honesty and obvious discomfort as she disappeared into the bathroom. He really had meant what he’d said; he couldn’t imagine ever wanting to be with anybody else, ever, just her. Why would he want anyone else? She really was something else, he had never known anyone quite like her, in or out of the sack. He actually didn’t care about her fucked-up family, although her ability to do the complete opposite of what she was supposed to pissed him off, but he kind of liked that and it made her who she was.
The age difference he was truly unsure about. Was it a problem? More precisely, would it be a problem in the future? They needed to think about that and he needed her to be in L.A. with him, in his house, in his bed because he couldn’t carry on like this, a week together then two weeks apart, then another trip across the pond. The time difference alone was a nightmare, trying to phone, text and video call at a time that was suitable for them both was almost impossible. He went to bed as she got up and she went to bed before he finished work which meant he needed to make a concerted effort to rectify the situation quickly. She broke his train of thought as she reappeared from the bathroom looking absolutely glorious, very much just shagged, but rather uncomfortable still. He liked that look on her, shagged and sore and in L.A. he could keep her that way.
She climbed carefully into bed and draped herself across him. “So, you were saying about me being the only woman you want to fuck for the rest of your life.”
“Yes, I was.” He wrapped himself around her. “And I was rather hoping you felt the same.”
Tasha stroked her fingers gently along Jim’s chest. “I do. I would like to be the only woman you fuck for the rest of your life, too.”
He gently patted her bottom. “Baby, that’s a lot of no’s, a fucked-up at lunch and two fucks now.”
“You really are keeping count, aren’t you?” she asked with genuine amusement.
“Oh yeah, honey, and I am thinking each one will be worth one stroke at spanking time,” he laughed and then seriously said, “or I could blindfold you again and make you come for each one.”
“As hot as that whole blindfold thing was it may have been as torturous as not coming,” she admitted.
“I know. I rather enjoyed it.” He ran his fingers through her hair.
“You made me cry,” she whispered with a hint of confusion in her voice.
“I noticed. It was rather unexpected, but I liked it and I knew they weren’t tears of sadness or pain, Tasha. I would have stopped if they had been,” he said reassuringly, needing her to know, to believe that if she’d been upset or hurt he would have stopped, because he would. He could think of nothing worse than causing her fear, hurt or harm and that included her carrying any thoughts or feelings that he might not value and respect her right to say no. He wasn’t her father nor Liam and he was going to prove that to her every single day.
“I’m not sure what they were. I just felt so raw. Everything was so intense and sensitive and the thought of coming again actually scared me. I wasn’t sure if I could do it again without losing total control of everything,” she explained, not that she was entirely sure her words offered anything transparent in terms of an explanation.
“Then maybe next time I should do it until you do lose control of everything. I think I would like that, that degree of power over you. In fact, I am thinking we could try that now, baby. You must still be pretty hypersensitive, it wouldn’t take long to get you there. What do you say?” he asked, but she was unsure if he was serious or not.
She leaned on his chest and looked up at him now and saw what looked like a very serious expression on his face. God, he was really mad. She couldn’t, could she? Just him talking about it made it exciting, but she was still wrung out from last time and she couldn’t even imagine how it would feel to lose control completely and she knew that if she said yes he wouldn’t stop until she had. How did he do this to her? Not ten minutes ago she wasn’t sure if she would walk again and now she was considering going again, for what another four, four and a half hours?
He grinned his biggest, wolfish grin at her. “And that is why I really want you to be the only woman I ever fuck for the rest of my life because despite how you feel physically and how you’re feeling emotionally, you are considering it. You are absolutely astounding, and I am going to marry you, soon.” He was definitely serious now.
She continued to look at him without any expression.
“Tell me that you know that, Tasha? Tell me that it is as clear to you as it is to me that we are meant to be together and that we will be?”
Her expression remained unaffected as she finally admitted it, to herself and him, “Yes.”
He stared at her with a mixture of bewilderment and excitement on his face.
“We should go to sleep before I allow what you have said to fully resonate in my brain and then I will be the one that loses control and you will be tied to the bed while I fuck you every way I can think of and that may include me claiming your ass as mine, baby.”
