Jim accepted it. He wrapped an arm around Tasha’s waist and bent down to kiss her on the cheek. “Thank you for bringing Tasha back safe and we’ll see you for breakfast at half seven.”
“No problem, but breakfast may not be the best plan. Phil may be a little delicate.”
“Then he will be delicate for breakfast at half seven.”
“I’ll be sure to let him know. Thanks for a great night, Tasha,” Juan called as he left them alone.
Jim closed the door and looked at Tasha darkly before pushing her against the back of it with his body. His mouth found hers immediately while the fingers of one hand stroked her neck. She moaned loudly as his hand moved down, across her shoulder and chest before settling on her heavy heaving breasts. He found her very eager nipples, in turn he rolled them through her dress.
“I missed you,” he groaned as his mouth followed his fingers.
She gasped loudly. “And I missed you, too.”
He was on his knees before her now and tracing a gentle path from her ankles, to her calves, around her knee and then her inner thigh until his fingers reached the moist barrier of her pants. She eagerly parted her legs then released a long, low moan as his fingers disappeared beneath the fabric. He buried, first one and then a second finger inside her, causing her to cry out.
“James.”
“I’ve missed your welcome, baby.” He looked up at her and smiled before removing his fingers. He stood back up and stared at her while he sucked first one and then the other digit. “You really do taste good.”
She blushed and panted at the same time. “Take me to bed. I’ve really missed you.”
He scooped her up and took long strides up the stairs not stopping until he was gently placing her on the bed.
With one hand he pulled his white t-shirt off over his head as he undid his jeans. “Take your dress off, slowly.”
Tasha stood up, nervous as she tried to think of the best way to remove her dress without revealing the ripped fabric. She removed her arm from the undamaged side first before quickly pulling her other arm free and although the torn fabric fell down, Jim didn’t appear to notice, making her smile. She slowly slid the dress down her body, eased it over her breasts, hips and finally her thighs and allowed it to fall and pool around her feet.
Jim sat on the edge of the bed naked, watching her. “Come here.”
She moved so she stood in front of him.
“I like you in your underwear and shoes. It makes me really horny. You make me horny, Tasha.”
He ran his fingers up and down her inner thighs, paused at her now wet pants until she whimpered, her legs immediately spread farther and farther apart.
“So, so eager, honey. Lie down while I consider what I should do to you.”
She complied without hesitation and smiled up at him.
“Did you have a good night?”
“Yes.” She actually had, even with the dress incident.
He removed her pants. “Did the boys look after you?”
“Hmmm,” she replied as he threw her underwear across the room and returned his fingers to between her thighs where he teased her before he gently slid them inside her again.
“So, a good night then?” He slowly moved his fingers in and out, gently stimulating her.
“Oh God!”
“So a good night then?” He repeated his earlier question, his fingers moved quicker.
“Yes.” Her voice was hoarse with arousal.
“What did you do tonight?” Jim’s fingers moved until they made slow circular movements around her swollen and slick with desire clit that had her writhing at his fingertips.
“What?” She was becoming so fixed on the release she was chasing she was unable to remember what his question was.
