“You’re getting it now.” Staring up at her he brushed the hair back off her face.
“I could say that too.”
“What? Your pussy your rules?” he asked with obvious amusement.
She nodded.
“You could, but it’s not true because I told you if a woman is with me, I consider her wholly mine; heart, soul, mind and body, so actually my pussy my rules. Now the clock is ticking and I have limited time, but if you want to debate whose rules they are carry on. Just remember the more you talk the more chance there is of your smart mouth putting in an appearance and that is usually bad news for your ass and my pussy.”
She giggled at his advisement and phrasing as she eagerly climbed on top of him where she allowed her body to fall and cover his. Her hands skimmed up until they were cupping his face. She held him still so she could kiss him, gently at first then more passionately until she was invading his mouth with her tongue, her desperation for him was quite obvious to them both. Unsure how long they’d been kissing for, she pushed herself back and gasped as if coming up for air, hot and excited.
“Honey, we don’t have time for turkey and all the trimmings so this needs to be quick. Get a rubber and ride me until we come, okay?”
Tasha nodded furiously, happy to be part of a quick and satisfying coupling. She virtually leapt across to the cabinet drawer where she pulled out a condom packet. “Where are they? This is empty.”
James sat up and checked the empty box for himself. “Shit! We must have used them all.”
“Phone room service,” she shouted, disbelieving that this, this quickie or whatever it was seemed to be going up in smoke.
He smiled at her, with empathy, seeming to know just how in need she was of this. “I can’t. I’ve already settled my bill.”
“Then go to the public bathroom,” she ordered in a shout that bordered on a screech.
He frowned at her. “Please do not shout at me. I don’t have time to go to the men’s room.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake!” And now she did screech thinking that she may cry, really cry, and as she was absorbed by her feelings of frustration and disappointment she didn’t see or feel him move until she was flat on her back and pinned to the bed with his full weight holding her in place.
“I said your smart mouth would put in appearance, didn’t I?” He didn’t seem entirely disappointed by that as he sat back and parted her legs, wrapping them around him.
Tasha nodded, unsure whether she could be trusted to speak actual words, especially as her mouth, or at least the words leaving them had already drawn his attention.
His hands were already rubbing and stroking across her behind with the offer of a promise and a threat. “Now calm down and control your mouth, or I will.”
“Please James,” she pleaded.
“I know, baby,” he soothed as one hand moved between her legs, his fingers entering her gently. “So, so welcoming Tasha,” he said as he began to easily move his fingers, slowly at first and then faster.
“Oh God!” She threw her head back, unsure how to process the sensations that were rushing through her body at a million miles an hour. “Please, James, forget the condoms.”
He immediately stilled, uncertain what to say or do for a few seconds. There was nothing he wanted more than to bury himself inside this beautiful woman with no barriers between them. Tasha looked at his perplexed expression and wondered if she’d somehow overstepped a mark she didn’t know was there, so said nothing and waited for him.
Jim was fighting every instinct to simply slide into her with no delay and to fuck her senseless, fuck them both senseless, but somehow he managed to stop himself, just. Instead, he gave himself an internal count to ten while he processed her words, demand, request, whatever it might be. With another ten count he allowed himself to speak, slowly and deliberately, not wanting her to think for one second that what she was suggesting wasn’t the one thing he wanted most in the world. “You want to go bare back with me?”
“Yes, please, now.”
“No, honey. Not because I don’t want to, I do, but not in a hurry and not if you’re going to regret it. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret with me, not ever.”
“I won’t regret it, I promise.” She heard herself say the words and thought she had no clue what she might regret but right now she would agree to just about anything to find some kind of relief from the desperate ache and burn that was intensifying between her thighs.
“No,” he said firmly, having already decided he wasn’t going to take advantage of Tasha’s desperation, no matter how much he wanted what she was suggesting. “I’ll get more condoms before I get to the airport and I promise when we get to L.A. I’ll make love to you like nobody has ever, okay?”
“Even if my smart mouth puts in an appearance?” she asked, nervously thinking that any further deferments might actually tip her over the edge of mental wellbeing.
He laughed. “Yes, honey, even with the mouth. I think you’ve earned this one already, but don’t think that’s an excuse to unleash it in all of its glory.”
She laughed too, but took the opportunity to tease a little. “Okay. I won’t keep saying what a great fuck you are and that I love it when you screw me.”
Her screams echoed around them as she found herself being flipped over again where both cheeks simultaneously stung and burned.
