“No, you don’t need this, but we both know what you do need, what we both need.” He pressed his lips to hers and invaded her mouth, almost ignoring any remaining reservations, until they evaporated and all that existed was them, just the two of them.
“I told you I would hand control over to you, Tasha, and I know I have fucked up with the lifeguard and Danielle’s mom, so you decide how we work it out. Do whatever you want, baby.”
He looked worried, no, he looked scared when she dismounted him, but smiled and sighed, relieved when she discarded her jeans and thong and returned to his lap nervously. She knew, they both knew that sex couldn’t be a plaster to repair and overcome every problem they had or each time either of them got it wrong, but when they were together it made sense for both of them.
“This can’t be in place of talking,” she said but possibly to herself more than him as she currently stood almost naked.
“This is on your terms, Tasha, whatever you want, or don’t,” he reassured her as she nodded. “Can I touch you?”
She nodded again, but was unsure if she liked this. James asking permission for anything was unknown to her and it felt wrong.
His fingers quickly found her wet and warm and as they moved she was crying again, the tears falling freely as she climaxed and her body pulsed while she squeezed his fingers tightly as her head dropped onto his shoulder.
“I want to taste you Tasha, can I taste you, honey?”
“Yes.” She didn’t want him to ask, she wanted him to just do it, to take control of this, of her, to dominate her.
He sucked his fingers hard as she lowered herself onto him crying out. He just lay there waiting for direction from her. With a low moan she began to rise and fall and could feel she was close again, but didn’t think Jim was, not yet, so increased her efforts, moving faster, squeezing herself around him more purposefully and he knew what she wanted, so began to thrust towards her, move for move and soon they both climaxed together.
She lay along his length and as he stroked her hair. “Maybe I should let you take charge more often.”
She felt like crying again, that’s not what she wanted and whilst sexually this had been pleasurable she was already craving more, but within controlJim, with James, taking charge and dictating what she could and would do.
“We should get dressed, Tasha. You were right, we need to talk, calmly and now that we are both sated we can do that, over dinner, okay?”
She nodded, but already knew she was far from sated. Maybe after they’d talked, after dinner, she could get her satisfaction from him, but she knew that the talking was the important bit because if they removed sex from their relationship there needed to be more left than confusion and tit for tat score pointing or this wouldn’t work out for either of them.
Once back in the house having found some pasta, vegetables and beef, Tasha began preparing dinner for the two of them. Jim lifted himself up on one of the counter tops not in use. “Do you want to talk and cook?”
Tasha nodded. “As a woman I can multi-task you know.”
“I bet you can,” he replied with a wink that caused her cheeks to colour. “Shall we put your friend Dean and Deanna to bed? Metaphorically speaking.”
“Deanna?”
“Danielle’s mom.”
“Sure, but please lose the sarcastic,your friend.”
“Sorry. I have no interest in Deanna or anybody else, but I’m glad you were jealous, that seeing me flirting with her hurt you. It’s why I did it. Now you know how it feels for me.”
Tasha studied his expression closely and there was no sign of malice or any intent to hurt her there, just honesty.
She smiled weakly. “I had no idea how it made you feel, being jealous, not properly until today. I had that thing about Amanda that time, but that was more about my insecurities about someone else catching your eye when I wasn’t here and the Mrs Carter thing, I felt a little jealous of that, but was happy that she was in the past until Bobby mentioned her this morning.”
“Mmm, how odd was that, her and Sally being in Bobby’s office? Is that what your encounter with the lifeguard was? Payback for Bobby talking about Sally and Laine?”
She shrugged. “Maybe, but not deliberately. He approached me and I can offer no reason for my reaction to him. I would normally have run a million miles knowing you were there watching. Maybe because he was English and reminded me of home, and he’s an actor, but I honestly can’t give you a proper reason.”
“Hmmm,” he mused.
“I knew you’d watched me and then you said about another fan. But I swear I had no idea he would come over afterwards. I never encouraged the idea of a date,” she said firmly as she moved the meat from under the grill.
“I do believe that, Tasha, and he won’t be the last one to mistake me for your dad,” he said nonchalantly.
“I don’t think your dad is supposed to stick his finger down your bikini and in your bum like you did.” She smiled a small, genuine smile.
“That was the only way I could think of to make a claim on you,” he admitted honestly and then laughed at how ridiculous that sounded.
