“For me, Tasha. Let me do this for you,” he pleaded. “Say yes, baby.”
“Yes,” she replied, in spite of her determination to say no.
As he settled between her splayed thighs and made her cry out again, she realised as he teased and tormented her that tears had put in an appearance again. The idea of crying briefly distracted Tasha. After a short internal dialogue with herself, she kept her tears at bay. Her fingers laced through Jim’s hair and for a second she was unsure whether she was pulling him closer or attempting to push him away. A strange, full sensation brought her back to the moment. Jim was still between her thighs, his fingers and mouth coaxing her towards more pleasure. Then it all made sense. She heard and felt the vibration starting. Bob moved in and out of her while he mouthed her clitoris. She was so close again. She was unsure if she could do this again, but Jim knew just how to do this to her and suddenly she was bucking beneath him and screaming out again, a combination of moaning, crying and sobbing. She felt she was almost done, but suddenly Bob was gone and Jim was there, taking her again, claiming her as his own.
“Come on Tasha, do it for me,” he pleaded, somehow desperate for them to share this together. He increased his speed and rhythm, forcing her body to quicken as it chased a final release.
She tried to hold back. If she could get him to come first she would be okay; she tensed and relaxed her muscles in time with his thrusts and as his breathing became more ragged she could feel how close he was, but he wanted her to take them both there, together. “Come on, baby, for me.”
“I don’t think I can,” she protested.
“You know what I want, don’t you?”
“You want me to come,” she said, thinking it was obvious what he wanted and the truth was she was struggling to hold back from giving it to him.
“I want more than that, honey. You know what I want, come on, Tasha give it to me.” He pulled her to him, closer, tighter, as he pounded away. As she felt the electricity building she wasn’t sure what to do and then he said two words that told her exactly what he wanted, but also what she needed to do.
“Let go,” he told her, and she did.
As soon as she did, it was instantaneous; she fell apart completely, for him and with him.
She was beyond sobbing and her mind was all over the place, she was completely disorientated as he stilled and called to her. “Tasha, you’re mine. I will never let you go,” he hissed.
Just when she thought there was nothing left to hold back her body let go further and she became heavy and limp, totally wrung out from the whole experience and then she felt it. She’d wet herself. She was mortified by the thought of it, but she was definitely in a puddle of some kind. Her next thought was for the new sheets she was on. With a mental kick for herself she was relieved when Jim rolled away from her onto his own side of the bed. She wasn’t sure if she should say something, but what? ‘Sorry, I appear to have pee’d myself!’
“God, you really are going to kill me, Natasha. That was something else, baby. Nobody comes quite like you do and ejaculation was more than I could have dreamed of when I thought of you letting go.”
“What? Is that what that was? Am I supposed to do that?” she asked, making James laugh loudly as he pulled her to him and kissed her forehead gently.
“Yes, that’s what it was, and I don’t think you’re not supposed to do it, but it’s not an everyday occurrence. So says Mr Six Times Married and never had anyone do it before.” He laughed again.
“Don’t laugh at me. I thought I’d pee’d myself.” She smacked his chest.
He roared now as he pinned her arms above her head and glowered over her chest.
“You wanna play rough, baby? I can do that for you.”
“I really couldn’t,” she said seriously.
He leaned in, kissed her gently on the lips and said, “We are going to have a very happy marriage, Tasha. Very happy and very long if you keep doing things like that for me. Now go to sleep because I’m getting hard thinking about tonight.” he said seriously as he rolled back onto his side of the bed and pulled her across to join him. “Not everyone knows this, but I am actually a gentleman and I can’t have my future wife sleeping in the wet patch on the bed.”
“And that is one of the many reasons why I love you,” she said as he enveloped her in his embrace and found sleep came easily and was welcomed by them both.
She came back to the present when she realised Jim was stroking her hand.
“Are you okay? You seem distant.”
“Mmm, I’m fine. I was just thinking.”
“About what?” he asked in a whisper against her ear.
She looked down and suddenly felt embarrassed to admit the details.
“What?” he asked, breathing in her ear, causing her to shudder.
She really had never met anyone like him, the things he did, and the way he made her feel. “Last night,” she replied in a barely audible voice.
“And?”
