Tasha let out a low moan of appreciation and arousal.
“And this is why we should have stayed in a hotel, Natasha. Your sister is sleeping in the room next door, your brother is opposite and your grandparent's are down the hall, oh, and our son is sleeping at the bottom of the bed, so you need to be quiet, baby or the next week is going to be very frustrating for you.”
“And you,” she retorted with a pout, making Jim laugh.
“Oh, honey, I can do quiet like you wouldn't believe, what about you?” He lowered his hand until it rested at the apex of her thighs.
Tasha spread her legs trying to tempt Jim to move closer.
“As eager as ever, Natasha,” he teased as he began stroking her, gently and only on the outside to begin with and then after spreading her further, opening her up he found her already wet. “Oh, baby,” he whispered against her ear.
“James,” she moaned in response and was rewarded with two fingers entering her. “Yes, like that,” she encouraged, making him laugh in her ear now.
As soon as his fingers began to rotate in the way she loved so much Tasha cried out loudly.
“Oh dear, baby,” teased Jim. “That quiet plan isn't quite working is it?” He removed his hands.
“No.” She whined the single word response. Her desperation only served to amuse a smirking Jim. “You are such a fucking arse,” she seethed and immediately found herself flat on her back with Jim over her and poised between her legs.
“You really are forgetting how this works, Natasha. Do you need a reminder?” he asked her darkly then thrust into her roughly.
“James,” she whispered, already feeling the tell-tale signs of arousal gathering low down in her belly as she moved against him, arching her back when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.
“Oh no, Tasha. This is for me, not you, do you understand?” he asked with a dominant and dark glint in his eye.
“James,” she pleaded, only partially hoping to dissuade him from his plan of frustration for her causing her to question why she wasn’t solely focused on chasing the end game.
“No way, Tasha.” He rotated his hips deliberately, so that her own body began to conspire against her. “I said, do you understand?”
“Yes,” she replied, equally excited and frustrated as she tried to distract herself with thoughts of anything other than sex and orgasm.
“Good girl.” Smiled Jim as he began to move inside her, gently rocking the bed that was fortunately quiet and creak free. “I told you we should have kept the hotel booking, didn’t I?” he asked as a finger and thumb created a pincer grip on her nipple that eagerly crested, begging for further stimulation they both knew would only push her closer to release.
Biting down into her bottom lip, Tasha managed to stifle her groans before replying to Jim. "Yes, we should have kept the hotel booking," she admitted in broken pants but knew that once her grandmother had asked them to stay, for them to get the most from their visit she’d wanted to stay in their home and she’d wanted Jim and Connor to stay there with her.
Tasha used every technique she knew to prevent her climax from taking over and was relieved that Jim wasn't going to torture her in an extended fashion, forcing her to fail in her attempts to avoid coming around him. They hadn't done this for a while. Jim hadn't done this for a while, the whole,this is for me not youthing. He had actually focused on her needs and pleasure regardless of her behaviour while she'd been pregnant and had been one great big ball of sexual need for the majority of the nine months. Tasha realised she was sorely out of practice at restraint as the familiar burning sensation filled the whole of her pelvic area, but then Jim stilled as he emptied himself into her forcefully.
“And now I'm a fucking arse,” he told her before leaning down to kiss her nose and was then pulling free of her to roll onto his back. “What are you thinking?” asked Jim turning slightly to study Tasha's expression.
“I'm wondering whether we should have another baby,” she replied, startling Jim if his expression was anything to go by.
“Really? I thought you'd decided to wait a couple more years,” he said seriously until she began to laugh at him. “What? What's funny? Tasha!” he said full of irritation. “I don't appreciate you springing family planning changes on me and then laughing at me.”
“Sorry,” she said genuinely, sensing his confusion and irritation. “I was thinking, before, when you were being a fucking arse that we, you hadn't done that for a while, and never when I was pregnant.”
“Ah, I see your point but maybe next time I wouldn't be so considerate.” His tone and expression were unnervingly flat, causing Tasha to feel concerned at the validity of Jim's threat. “Except we both know that I couldn't deny you anything when you were carrying our baby and as you pointed out on dozens, hundreds of occasions I had done it to you, so it was only right that I gave you what you needed.”
“Mmm, that's true. Maybe we should have dozens of kids so you'll always pander to my every whim,” she suggested rolling onto her front to face him.
“Oh, baby, you wouldn't know what to do if I was permanently pandering to your whims. After all, I think I’m a far better judge of what you need than you are.”
“You’re probably right, Mr Maybury. So, we'll hold fire on baby number two.”
“Sounds like a plan. If you're a good girl we may even find a time and a place where you don't have to be quite so quiet. But we, you, me and Dan will talk this morning and see if we can't figure out what Dan needs and why he is giving your parents the time of day.”
“I’m a little afraid of his answers.” Tasha looked and sounded petrified never mind a little afraid.
“You and me both, baby, but let's see what we're up against first. Try and get some sleep and when it's a more reasonable hour I'll call home and check on Philip and Lizzie.”
