She was about to swear again, the curse already on the very tip of her tongue. Remembering at the last minute that he’d stopped last time she’d sworn she bit down on her lip, hard, an attempt to muffle her expletive filled cries. Tasha had no real desire to be subservient and controlled and yet here, with Jim, she thought it might just be the most fulfilling experience of her life if she did just that.
“Good girl.” She’d clearly read the situation correctly and just maybe if she was really lucky she was going to reap her reward. “Lift your skirt up.”
She complied immediately and looked down at him as he removed his fingers and sucked them again.
“I could do this all night.”
The horrified expression that was contorting her face at the idea of him doing anything other than pouncing on her in the next ten minutes wasn’t lost on him. His small, wry grin along with a strange wiggle of his eyebrows confirmed that. However, all night did hold its own attraction and appealed, as long as she got some release, and soon.
“Lift your leg over me.”
When his words didn’t break through her thoughts immediately he followed them up with a slap to her left thigh that was a little sharper than was probably necessary to gain her attention, but the burn felt good.
Again, she did as she was told and waited for long tense seconds, finally breathing a sigh of relief when he moved her pants over and replaced his fingers with his face. His tongue delivered one long lick along her whole length before setting out to torment and tease in the best way possible. No wonder he’d been married six times, he was a genius, or at least his tongue was.
He paused. “Can I buy you some lingerie?”
“What?” Tasha’s response was startled, confused and frustrated that he had stopped.
“Lingerie, can I buy you some?”
“What for?” She was even more confused. The truth was she was all but ready to let him buy her anything if it meant he resumed his tongue action.
Smiling, he looked up at her. The sound of her pants being torn from her was the only explanation he offered. Looking down she saw what resembled a wet, lace rag in his hand that he was smelling before pushing into his trouser pocket.
“Yes,” she cried, desperate for him to simply resume his tongue’s earlier assault on her. “Whatever you want.”
He smiled again knowing she was all but ready to agree to just about anything so he returned his attention and tongue to its previous task.
Tasha could feel the familiar tingling inside and out that was increasing as was her breathing as his tongue licked, flicked and lapped. Her breathing was becoming more and more erratic as the tight coiling sensation in her lower belly began to gather pace. The feel of his flat tongue as it licked her length again and then the point of it that circled her clit blinded her. She could barely see straight and thinking was a dim, distant memory. She was virtually panting now as the feel of the explosion in her was ready to ignite and her only real concern was how she would remain standing as she was essentially balanced on one leg.
With no warning and with her literally one touch away from what she knew would be the climax of her life, he stopped and actually looked at his watch as he got to his feet.
“No! Please, don’t stop,” she pleaded and tried to push him back to his knees.
He laughed at her but was standing in front of her now, moving his mouth back to her ear. “What do you want honey? Tell me.”
“You.”
“You have me. I’m right here, feel.” He pulled her hand to his face, allowing her to touch him, stroking across his jaw. “Now tell me what you really want.”
The penny suddenly dropped for her. He actually wanted her to tell him exactly what she craved and she would put money on the fact that he required her to do so in the crudest terms possible. If she did it she knew he’d punish her, her and her smart mouth.
She’d done this with Gerry, the dirty talk thing and it had been a bit of a turn on, but she was never entirely comfortable afterwards, plus she knew Gerry, he knew her. But James? He was different. She wasn’t sure she could.
“Come on, honey, tell me,” he whispered the words again, but this time nipped at her ear.
The sensation of his breath against her ear and jaw caused a small gasp to escape her lips. She internally reasoned that he wouldn’t disappoint her so long as she played by the rules to whatever game they were playing, and it was definitely a game of some sort. It had to be because this was not real, it couldn’t be. So, what did she have to lose?
“I want you to carry on.” She strung the words together with a huskiness to her voice that she’d rarely heard.
“Why?” He wore an amused expression that said he wanted more details than she was currently giving him. An amused expression that Tasha decided could drive her wild with desire or fury.
“Because I do.” As the words came out she knew they’d be wholly inadequate. Even she thought they were lame in the extreme.
“Why?” he repeated, more firmly, lacing a hand through her hair, directing her head into a position that saw her gazing up at him.
“I want to come.” She flushed at her own desperation until she was sure the crimson glow from her face was going to burn him if he looked at her much longer.
