“There's no reason to think it won’t be,” he told her as he ran a hand through her hair. “Unless Stan has moved anything.” He grinned making her laugh.
“I think everything is exactly where it was.” Suddenly she began to question whether anything had moved or changed.
“Well, in that case.” Jim lowered his mouth towards hers.
As soon as his tongue licked across the seam of her lips and made its way into her mouth, exploring her, reclaiming her, it felt completely right, as it always had done.
Tasha felt the tie of her robe being undone before the robe was pooling on the floor leaving her naked, literally as well as metaphorically exposed. She moaned into Jim's mouth as she felt the hardness of his arousal pressing against belly.
“I have missed you,” groaned Jim as his lips left hers and a hand found first one and then a second erect nipple, pinched and tight, desperate for his attention.
“Oh yes,” she moaned as he brushed them in turn while she lowered her hands behind the waistband of Jim's straining boxers and after circling his already glistening erection with her thumb, she gripped his shaft tightly and began to pump her fist slightly.
“Oh baby, this may not last long if you do that.” His voice was hoarse as he placed his hand over hers to still her.
“Then take these off and take me to bed,” she pleaded, tugging at the elastic waistband impatiently.
“With pleasure, honey.”
A confident smirk spread across his face as he complied. Tasha looked at him, studied him and was in no doubt that her control freak fiancé had returned, or maybe he really hadn’t ever left.
Lying in the middle of the bed Tasha briefly felt vulnerable until Jim appeared over her and returned his attention to her mouth, ears, neck, collar bone, chest, breasts and abdomen where he paused to kiss across the scars she now bore making her tense, remembering that she no longer had the relatively blemish free appearance she'd once had.
Jim was completely in tune with her breathing and movements and although he said nothing, he felt her anxiety that evaporated when he looked up and smiled. “Beautiful, baby, always beautiful to me.”
With her earlier reservations forgotten, Jim lowered himself between her slightly spread legs where he appeared to pause to study her most intimate area intently.
“James,” she started, unsure what, if anything she wanted or needed to say.
“Ssh.” He deliberately blew across her skin until her clitoris stood proudly from beneath its hood. “That's better,” he said, seemingly to himself. “Let me see you, Tasha,” he told her.
Knowing exactly what he meant, she allowed her knees to drop further to the sides as she drew her feet up, closer to her body.
“You really are very beautiful, Tasha. You really need to see yourself like this baby, pink and swollen and so, so wet.” He ran a finger along her sex, spreading out her own very obvious arousal making her moan and bite down into her lip simultaneously.
Smiling triumphantly, he slipped a finger inside her, causing her to arch her back, desperate for more.
“So greedy, honey,” he crooned as he withdrew his finger and drew it into his mouth sucking long and hard. “I have missed you, Tasha. How you look and sound and how you taste.”
Tasha moaned as he spoke to her and was almost beside herself as she waited for his next move which was to simply rest his hand against her. She pushed down the bed against it to try and gain some pressure, some relief, but as she moved down he moved his hand so that it now rested on her mons making her buck her hips against him. He laughed as he removed his hand again.
“James, please,” she begged.
“What baby?” he asked with feigned innocence in his tone.
Tasha was in no way taken in and only heard the torment there. He was going to drag this out until she was one big, crazy ball of arousal, willing to do just about anything for release and in her current state of desperation she didn’t doubt there wasn’t much she wouldn’t do. She was already almost frantic with need, but knowing he was going to deny her, tease and torment her gave her a near overwhelming sense of relief because it meant things could be as they were. She could still be the woman Jim wanted and the one James needed. God, how she’d missed him.
“Please, I need you.”
“For what? What do you need me for, Tasha? What do you want?”
“You, I need you,” replied Tasha desperately.
“For what though?” he repeated, smiling.
“Please touch me, make me come,” she cried, thinking his plaguing of her and his dialogue might make her come even if he didn’t touch her.
“How would you like me to do that for you?”
