With a hand resting between her shoulders Jim pressed gently on Tasha’s back until her behind moved closer into his body, into his groin and erection that was eagerly seeking out her heat. After a minor adjustment of her leg Jim was able to easily slide into Tasha and maintain their spooned position.
“I love holding you like this,” Jim told her hoarsely as he began to gently move against her.
Reaching behind her, Tasha cupped a hand around Jim’s own thigh, confirming her own love of this position. The way Jim held her, as he was now, one hand laced through her hair, gently tugging and teasing her flowing strands while the other was draped across her hip, still dipping between her thighs to further stimulate and arouse her, but it was more than that. She thought of this position as being intimate, not just sexually intimate, but emotionally too. As he held her, Jim kissed her shoulder, neck and ear that he was also to whisper in, coaxing and encouraging her to find her release that really was speeding towards her. With every stroke, kiss and thrust he delivered she was edging ever closer to the point of no return until suddenly, with almost no warning the world around her stilled as a fierce burn radiated out through her whole body until it felt as though her toes were curling, her hair was standing on end while her cries were muffled by the pillow she was chewing on and that she imagined currently resembled the world’s largest marshmallow.
A muted giggle left her lips at the image she must have presented with a face full of pillow as Jim rolled away and waited for her to turn to face him.
“So, Connor?” Jim asked.
“What about him? I think he’s still fast,” Tasha replied, confused slightly by her husband’s question.
“Now may not be the best time for the smart mouth, honey,” he warned but continued. “Connor, his name. Maybe you could explain to me how our son ended up with a name chosen by your ex-boyfriend.”
“It really wasn’t chosen by him. Not for us, for our son,” Tasha began. “I swear to you that until today I had no idea Gerry had any feelings about the name Connor. You know we’d discussed children’s names and had agreed on Lottie in principal, but Connor was never mentioned, not by either of us. You know when I was pregnant it took months to even come up with Connor as an option.”
Jim made no reply for long, long seconds, maybe minutes before he nodded his head. “I want to believe that, Tasha, but it’s a huge coincidence that he wanted to call his son Connor and we have. You called our son by the same name and although you and he discussed names you never came up with Connor together.”
“I understand that but I had never considered that name until I saw that old film about that immortal guy who was called Connor.”
Jim nodded again, but even if he’d planned on saying anything else it was at that second Connor himself decided to add his own thoughts, or at least his own cries to proceedings.
****
Tasha was in the kitchen helping Celia prepare dinner while Jim and Pippa watched some home video show on TV and laughed far too much leaving Paul to play with Connor, which he did proudly if it was possible to play pee-po with pride. Tasha's message alert vibrated in her pocket and retrieving it she frowned at a message from Dan.
With a sigh Tasha replied immediately.
Now all she needed to do was to find an excuse to get out, alone.
“Oh no,” cried Celia looking into the cupboard. “I've run out of stock cubes. I knew there was something.”
“I can fetch you some,” offered Tasha eagerly.
“What's up?” called Paul from his position behind his hands before crying, “Boo,” to Connor who was laughing heartily.
“Stock cubes,” replied Celia as if it was some kind of unmitigated disaster.
“I can fetch you some,” repeated Tasha but was somehow ignored again.
“Can't you manage without them?” asked Paul between his next pee-po.
“I suppose, but it's not the same,” Celia insisted.
“For the third bloody time, I can fetch some,” an irate and nervous Tasha shouted loudly.
Jim and Pippa both looked up with concerned expressions at Tasha's overreaction to the stock cube situation. Paul frowned between his wife and granddaughter before returning his attention to his great-grandson who was becoming irritated at waiting so long for the next round of pee-po.
“Well, if you're sure, Tasha,” said Celia nervously, unsure how her granddaughter might react.
“Of course. Can I take your car?” she asked her grandmother who immediately nodded. “Thanks. I'll be as quick as I can.” Tasha grabbed the car keys and her bag then attempted to get to the door avoiding Jim.
“Hey, baby.” Jim followed her to the door. “You forgot my kiss, and Connor's.”
Stretching up she kissed her husband gently and then added a second chaste kiss. “Pass that one on to Connor, please.” She attempted to leave again.
