“Baby, you and your ass are on seriously thin ice now; the thing with the eyes, two frowns, a pout and screwing. You have nothing to be jealous about, in fact, if you ever meet Mrs Carter you should probably thank her.”
“For what?” she cried, outraged.
“Come here,” he commanded.
She went and stood in front of him and was shocked when he, without any warning pulled her leggings and thong down.
“Open your legs.” He stared up at her.
She looked down at him confused.
“Open your legs, Tasha. I want to explain what I mean about you thanking Mrs Carter,” he said as if that fully explained why she was standing before him with her trousers and pants round her knees at the table.
She dutifully obliged and as he buried two fingers inside her he did the swirling, rotating thing almost knocking her off her feet, literally. She grabbed his shoulders to steady herself as he continued.
“Oh God, James,” she cried loudly.
“You like this, don’t you? It feels good and it makes you come, doesn’t it? I could make you come now like this, couldn’t I?” He continued his movements.
“Yes,” she moaned breathlessly. “Please don’t stop,” she begged now.
He smiled at her as she looked down at him. “You bet, baby, but look at me, stay focused and listen, okay?”
She nodded.
He stilled his fingers. “Answer me, Tasha.”
“Yes, I’m focused,” she assured him and he resumed his movement.
“This is one of the first things Mrs Carter taught me. The importance of the front wall of the vagina and stimulating it, this is where your G-spot is, so you should be grateful that someone did teach me this, shouldn’t you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, not entirely sure that her confirmation was in relation to another woman showing him anything or if it was more in the way of encouragement for him to continue doing exactly what he was doing.
“So what should you say to Mrs Carter?” He pulled her to straddle his lap as he continued to rotate and rub inside her.
“I’m going to come, James,” she cried.
“Look at me and tell me what you should say.” He increased his pace.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” she cried as she came and pressed down heavily on his hand, riding out her pleasure, making him smile.
“Have you had enough to eat?” He removed his fingers and lifted his hand between them.
She shook her head and took both of his fingers into her mouth as she wriggled around on the obvious erection beneath her.
“God, Tasha, you are so horny, baby and so, so responsive.”
She released his fingers and as she tried to lower them back between her legs asked, “Now, have you had enough to eat?”
“Nowhere near enough.” He stared at her, his eyes never wavering from hers as he freed his hand from her grip leaving her feeling disappointed. “But I intend to resolve that issue right now, right there,” he said, pointing down to the kitchen floor.
“You want me on the kitchen floor? The cold kitchen floor?” Her questions were accompanied by an amused smile and an arch of her brows.
“Consider it therapy for your hot ass.” He squeezed her behind firmly.
She dismounted him and pulled her leggings and pants off completely before lying on the kitchen floor. Jim sat in his chair, still watching her.
“Show me what’s for dessert, baby.”
