“Good. I like the sound of you at my beck and call.” A tiny, delicate kiss landed on her nose before he withdrew and got out of bed.
“What are you doing?”
“I hit the gym first thing Monday to Friday, but you go back to sleep and when I come back we could shower together and then be dressed and ready for breakfast at eight.”
He disappeared into the wardrobe and reappeared dressed for the gym.
“I could give you a work out if you wanted?” Tasha offered, wondering if he really was going to go to the gym rather than getting back into bed. She had hoped the next hour or so might consist of them both getting lost in one another again, although physically the gym might be better for her sore, aching body.
“I need to do the gym work to stand any chance of satisfying your insatiable appetite, Natasha.” He laughed, although she was inclined to agree with him judging by her increasing desire for him.
She watched him prepare to leave and as he reached the door, with carefully chosen words she poked the bear and waited for a reaction. “As you wish, James.”
Quicker than she’d anticipated, he did react, almost jumping over her in her position still lying on the bed. She screamed with amusement until his lips closed over hers to deliver an earth shattering and quite possibly the most passionate kiss she’d ever known.
Tasha immediately ran her fingers through Jim’s hair, pulling his head closer, holding him in place so he wouldn’t stop kissing her. He showed no interest in ending the kiss for many long seconds, but eventually did so, maybe just to let them each breathe.
Resting back on his heels, Jim ripped the vest off over his head whilst never moving his glance from Tasha’s.
“What about the gym?”
“Fuck the gym,” he snarled in response as the vest flew across the room.
“Me first,” she seemed to demand.
“Oh, baby, I do hope your smart mouth puts in an appearance this morning,” he said as he buried his face in her neck.
“I’d be highly surprised if it didn’t,” she confirmed on a groan as Jim’s mouth and then tongue licked and sucked the soft skin of her neck.
“Oh, yes,” she cried as her body squirmed beneath his.
With his mouth against her ear he told her, “Buy some swimwear, baby, because I have a feeling your ass will need the pool later.”
“Oh yes,” she repeated as the covers between them disappeared.
James seemed to be on a one man mission to drive her to the very edge of insanity with his lips, tongue and fingers along with his words.
“Oh God, James, please.” She pleaded as he sucked on her nipple. The elongated and rosy bead tingled while its opposite number stung with the addition of his finger and thumb pinching it firmly.
His free hand was already sliding down the length of her belly and not stopping until he found her slick sex softening and moistening in preparation for whatever might come next.
“So, so welcoming, honey.” Jim crooned as he released her nipple and returned his mouth to hers where his tongue fought and danced with hers, probing, stroking and delving as he taunted and teased her. His fingers that were manipulating and pleasuring her sex seemed to mimic the movements of his tongue until the familiar burn began to intensify in her belly and delicate folds.
“Make me come.” She begged breathlessly when Jim freed her mouth once more.
An arch of a brow and a half-smile was his response as he slowly began to remove his hand that had been so close to bringing her the pleasurable release she so desperately craved.
“Not yet,” he finally told a very disappointed Tasha who had no clue how close to breakfast time they were, but there was more. She had no idea how much longer she could wait if he continued to touch her. His hand transferred its attention from one nipple to the other.
“Yes, now.” Tasha whined in a definite demand that earned her a firm shake of the head. “The smart mouth just couldn’t resist, could it?” he asked, but clearly didn’t need a reply.
“Do you want to call the shots here, honey? You want to be in control or do you want me to give you what you need when you need it?” he asked and the pause suggested a reply was needed now.
“No, but—”
“Yes or no, Natasha.”
“No.” She fought the pout she could feel forming on her lips.
