She could feel that she was blushing as she lay there all wanton again, desperate to touch and feel and love him again.
“Show me,” he said firmly, but encouraging her compliance, although he was obviously enjoying her embarrassment.
She pulled her knees up and allowed her legs to drop to the sides.
“My favourite.” He joined her on the floor, immediately settling between her legs.
Tasha had no clue how long they’d been down there together and with the sounds of her moans and groans increasing in frequency and volume as his lips, tongue and teeth drove her closer and closer to the point of no return. Time became more and more irrelevant to her. The way he did this to her was beyond brilliant. She had known other men who had done this, but not like he did, nobody had ever made her feel the way he did, he really was something else. As the quickening within her gathered she writhed on the floor.
“Keep still, Tasha,” he said as he pulled her apart, wider, somehow tightening his grip on her and restricting her movements.
Oh God, what was he doing? She could feel all of the sensations intensifying and then as he continued to flick across her clitoris with his tongue she let go, embraced her release and suddenly her clitoris was being squeezed between his teeth, extending her orgasm until she thought it might never end. She arched her back, but with a hand on each hip Jim had her completely pinned to the floor from the waist down. She lowered herself back to the floor as the sensation coursing through her subsided and then with her firmly in the grip of his mouth he encased his fingers in her again and as soon as they moved she was crying out once more.
They lay there for a few minutes. Tasha breathed heavily and tried to get her bearings while Jim rested his head on her naked belly, gently stroking her hips and behind.
“This floor is still cold,” she eventually said.
“And you are still hot,” he replied as he got to his feet before gently helping Tasha get to hers.
“We appear to have made a mess again.” He laughed as he looked at small pool of fluid on the floor.
“What the fuck?” She followed his gaze down and suddenly felt embarrassed again.
“No, no fucking involved baby, just coming.” He reached across her, pulled a sheet of kitchen towel off the roll and bent down to wipe up what she knew was actuallyhermess. She was beyond embarrassed now as he threw the offending kitchen towel into the bin.
“I love it when you blush, Tasha,” he said. “Your first pool on the floor, honey?”
She nodded and blushed further, if that was possible.
“I’m glad it’s your first, but it won’t be your last.” He passed her the clothing she’d discarded earlier. “Get dressed and we can continue with our Q&A session before I take you to bed and we deal with this.” He pressed her hand against his sweatpants that covered his erection.
“We could bypass Q&A for tonight,” she suggested.
“That would be unfair. I haven’t had a turn.” He led her across to the sofa in front of the TV that he switched off.
She might be dressed again, but realised she was more than a little moist as she sat down.
“Ask away then,” she said as he turned to face her.
“What was with the mood change earlier, when you threw me out of my own kitchen?” he asked seriously.
“Nothing, not really.”
“Natasha, there really is no point in doing this if we’re not honest in our replies, honey. So tell me, what made your mood change?”
“You said,so it starts, the nagging, barking orders all bossy and we haven’t even set a wedding dateand I was wondering if that was what I was doing, being bossy and nagging you. I don’t want to be a nag and I know you don’t want that and if I’m becoming one already, well where does that leave us for the future?”
“It was a joke, Tasha. Although the whole bossy thing amuses me, but you know if you tried to be bossier than me I would rectify that, not in a divorce kind of way, but in a domineering, tie you to the bed kind of way.”
Her face illuminated and every muscle in her clenched at the prospect of that.
He laughed as he watched obvious delight at that suggestion. “You really do want that, don’t you? Your face just lit up like the 4thof July.” He laughed again. “I’ve told you when though, just name the day, baby,” he said more serious now, but quickly reverted to her being bossy. “So, the bossy, nagging thing before I pull your panties off again and fuck you right here.”
She swallowed nervously and wondered if he was somehow trying to soften the blow that she had the potential to become a nag. She didn’t know that many married people, not happily married and the less than happy ones all seemed to moan and nag, the husbands and the wives.
“I don’t like nagging,” Jim told her, breaking her thoughts, “I really don’t and I won’t tolerate it, but that too was a joke. I don’t think of you as bossy and I don’t believe you nag me, but if you begin to I will tell you. I’ve had four out of six wives who became nagging wives, almost overnight, but you won’t be one. I won’t allow you to become one and now that you know how much I dislike it, I think that you won’t allow yourself to become one, okay?”
She nodded, still a little uncertain.
