“Open your eyes, Tasha.” Her eyes flew open immediately causing a huge, satisfied smile to curl his lips.
“I can’t…” she began.
“What do you want honey? Do you want to come now?” His final question was serious and he expected an answer.
“Not if you don’t want me to,” she said in spite of the fact that she was actually desperate for some kind of release.
“Why?”
“I don’t want you to be angry or disappointed in me. I love you.” She meant every word. The idea of him being really angry with her and even worse disappointed bothered her more than she cared to admit, although they both knew he could never be angry or disappointed in her achieving release at his hands, mouth or anything else he used to pleasure her.
“Good girl.” He allowed his lips to curve upwards slightly now. “Shall I fuck you, baby, and let you come for me?” He rolled a nipple between his thumb and finger.
“Yes, please.” She lifted her back off the bed to meet his pincer like grip.
“Come on then, baby.” He moved until he was lying flat on his back.
She straddled his hips and accepted the hands that Jim offered to steady herself as she lowered herself down onto him, moaning loudly as she did so. Without another word being exchanged, she began to move, rising and falling onto him, but with a slight rocking movement too. As her pace quickened he smiled up at her as he felt the tell-tale signs of her body tightening around him, preparing to give her the release she’d earlier fought against so hard.
“Oh God!” she began to moan and as she felt that she had passed the point of no return Jim lowered one of his hands and found her clitoris with his finger and thumb. Just as her climax began to take hold he pinched it firmly and watched in awe as she cried out and thrashed around on his penis calling his name and sobbing. The sight of her experiencing such obvious, intense pleasure and knowing he had caused it was enough to push him past his own point of no return. He gripped her hips tightly, so tightly he didn’t doubt she’d be bruised. As her muscles contracted around him he lifted her up and down his length until she had milked him dry in a flurry of grunts and moans of his own.
She fell down against his chest while he was still inside her. “Thank you,” she murmured, just as he’d predicted.
They both lay silently as their breathing calmed.
“God, that was fucking amazing. You were amazing. Your powers of restraint are really something, I don’t know how you managed that, baby.”
She looked up towards him and smiled at his obvious pride in her. “I’m not entirely sure how I managed it either,” she admitted as she untangled herself from him and lay back down next to him where he wrapped his arms around her and she felt sleep summoning her once more.
****
Tasha linked her arm through Jim’s as they walked across the lobby of Bobby’s law firm’s office, a little after eleven for the meeting with their attorneys. Tasha had briefly spoken to hers, the aptly named Nadine Law twice; once to engage her services and the second time to confirm this appointment. Jim’s attorney, Bryce, was his usual matrimonial legal representative which probably explained why Jim seemed totally nerve free as they waited for the lift. Tasha had decided to dress in what Jim would class astraditionaland as she nervously shifted from one red, heeled foot to the other she looked down at herself in a red floral shift dress and decided it was probably right for the occasion. She nervously looked at her reflection when the lift doors opened and thought that with her hair tied up in a ponytail and just a shimmer of clear lip gloss she looked very young and her nerves were clearly visible. She settled into the arm Jim opened and leaned back into his gentle embrace. He stroked her bare arm with his thumb, making her physically relax against him as the heightened sensations radiating from the tiny circular strokes he was making resonated in her brain as well as through her body to her very core. She felt a sudden tightening low in her stomach.
“Are you okay, honey? You look ready to throw up.”
She smiled as she glanced towards him.
“Just nervous,” she admitted in a whisper despite them being alone in the lift.
He spun her round to face him. “What’s to be nervous about, baby? I’ve been clear that the pre-nup should be a generous one for you, the most generous one I’ve ever had and if you remember I was happy to marry without one, but you and my brother decided I had to have one.”
“I know all of that, but the idea of planning our divorce before we’ve even married seems wrong. But I still think we should have one. That you should have one.”
“Whatever, Tasha. We are never getting divorced so just chill out.” He pulled her head back forcefully by tugging on her ponytail. Gazing down at her he grinned broadly. “Had we had our conversation from this morning before the pre-nup was drawn up I would have had it written in that even divorced you would have to tell me about your dirty dreams.”
Tasha attempted to look away, but as Jim’s grip on her ponytail tightened she couldn’t which made him smile again.
“Will you tell me if it happens again, when it happens again because it was seriously hot and you were, as I may have mentioned, absolutely amazing.”
He lowered his lips to hers and kissed her gently, just brushing his lips across hers. She tried to stretch up and reach his, to get some kind of pressure from his mouth on hers and as she continued to fail in her task she sighed with a combination of frustration and desire making him laugh gently.
“So horny, so soon again, Natasha?” His voice almost admonishing her, but not quite.
“Yes.” Her admission embarrassed her slightly. “And a house full again tonight.”
“Unfortunately, yes, but that didn’t stop us this morning.” He grinned. “Lizzie will be back tonight according to Sara and I don’t want to make Dan or Pippa feel uncomfortable, not when they seem to be relaxing now. So, we will have to be patient and confine our activities to the safety of our own bedroom.”
The lift stopped and the doors glided opened to reveal Bobby getting in as they got out.
