“Baby, if the smart mouth is unleashed this will only be for me, and the same with the thing with the eyes.”
“Okay,” Tasha replied, assuming the thing with the eyes was her habit of cutting them a little.
“On your knees facing the head of the bed,” he instructed. “Put your hands on the head of the bed and hold onto it. Do not move your hands, understand?”
“Yes.” Tasha agreed immediately, putting herself in the required position which essentially had her bent over, stretching to reach the headboard whilst leaving her behind pointing up and out, there for the taking.
“Spread your sexy legs.” The action left Tasha in no doubt she was now spread wide open. “You are so fucking beautiful,” he said to the sound of his remaining clothes being cast aside.
Tasha could hear her breathing getting louder as the passing seconds only served to increase her anticipation and arousal. Jim’s weight lifted from the bed and she was able to watch as he found a condom. Once back on the bed he traced a finger through her arousal before it slipped inside her.
“You want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Yes, please, more than anything.” She had no idea why she hadn’t simply confirmed her desire with a yes, but she’d added more words with total honesty as her body began to clench and quake.
“Hmmm. You need to remember the rules, honey. Whose dick is it?”
“Yours,” Tasha replied, the same reply she used to his subsequent questions relating to pussy and the rules.
“Hold on to the head of the bed. If you let go, I’m going to spank your sexy ass and if the smart mouth kicks in this is going to be frustrating for you, do you understand?”
“Yes,” Tasha replied in an almost silent voice causing Jim to lean around so he could see her face.
“Tasha, you’re sure you want to do this? With me you’ll always have the option of saying no and I’ll respect it in any situation. I don’t want you against your wishes.”
Staring into his eyes she didn’t doubt what he was saying. She knew in a long term relationship with this handsome man there would be an expectation. He would be in control and in charge in the bedroom, in most things. It was as if he could see into her soul, like he knew she hadn’t always been lucky enough to have her decisions and choices respected, but the truth was she wanted him. And his rules? She wanted them too.
“I want this, with you.”
“You follow the rules and I promise you won’t ever want to start the morning any other way.”
She giggled at the wiggle of his eyebrows until the sound of the foil wrapper being torn open interrupted her thoughts and refocused her mind. Tasha’s grip on the headboard tightened as Jim entered her, stretching her delicate folds that stung and burned in the best way possible. He gave her time to get used to his invasion and began to move; long, slow strokes that gently began to rouse all of the nerve endings inside her then he quickened his pace.
The increased pace was difficult to cope with, only because her grip on the headboard was less stable, meaning she lost her hold completely. Immediately one buttock stung, followed by the other.
“Hands back on the bed,” he told her, but his reason for this position and specifics of it quickly became clear as her hands dropped again and again and her behind stung for it. This happened several times, a few several times until Jim adjusted Tasha’s position so her top half was flat on the bed and only her behind stuck up in the air giving him a different angle to stroke her into a frenzy until she was one touch short of exploding. The touch came in the form of one hand gripping her hip firmly, controlling her responding movements to his while his other hand reached around to her sex where he slid two fingers between her folds that he stretched, opened and held taut. Then she fell into the spiral of flashing lights, cries of pleasure and a strange pain she really liked that had her shaking and pulsing until Jim fell with her and they lay in a crumpled heap together.
Jim was back in the wardrobe dressing for work while Tasha dressed in the bedroom. She had put on black skinny jeans with a tight, white t-shirt and black converse. She was spraying perfume when he reappeared and she was almost speechless. He looked more attractive than ever in his work attire and although that was how she’d first seen him he looked even more handsome than she’d remembered, and she’d recalled him looking pretty hot as it was.
His eyes fixed on her and he smiled. “Was there something you wanted to say, Natasha?”
Was there? She wondered if there was.
“Depends. What do I need to say to get you out of your suit or to have you in it because right now I am feeling a very, very warm welcome waiting for you?”
He laughed loudly, and then seized his moment, his words sounding semi-serious. “Say you’ll be my lucky number seven.” She stared at him and was seriously considering it when he laughed again. “You are that horny?”
“You have no idea,” she admitted with a shake of her head at her own desperation.
“I certainly do because your t-shirt is very tight and your nipples are very hard.” He blatantly stared at her chest. She blushed slightly before he kissed her on the cheek. “Your outfit today is probably more fitting than yesterday’s that we didn’t get around to talking about.” He frowned now as he thought about their flight together. “We’ll talk about it tonight and anything else you want to talk about, too. Now, I’m going to go down for breakfast before one of us breaks out from our clothes.” Standing before her, he took her hand and placed it on his very firm crotch that was straining against his trousers.
“Oh God. I am really going to miss you today.”
“Good.” The air and mood, much like his eyes were beginning to darken and intensify as he began to fondle her breast through her t-shirt. Her body responded immediately, softening into his touch. “And I will struggle to think about anything else today, Tasha. Take your phone out with you. I may need to text you.”
“Text me or sext me?” Although she was pretty sure she already knew the answer.
“Both.” He grinned before taking her hand to lead her down to breakfast where the table was laid for three and there was a lady of about forty cooking and preparing breakfast.
