Any remaining nervousness Tasha had felt was gone and it really was like James had never been away.
“I don't care, I just need it,” she replied honestly.
“Mmm, I could do it like this.” First one, then a second finger impaled her and began to move in a circular motion making her moan and writhe. “Or,” he said as he stopped. “I could do this.” Slowly, he moved his face towards her then licked along her drenched length before gently flicking at her clit.
“Oh yes, please.”
She reached for his hair to tug and feel the strands, but also to hold him close, maybe even prevent him from stopping. It didn’t. He stopped again.
“Do you think you deserve it though, baby? You did make quite a scene tonight.”
She froze with a start that there was a possibility that their first sex since her accident might be a frustrating experience for her. She hadn't even considered that option and God forbid he should backtrack further and hold her responsible for the row they'd had on the night of the actual accident or revisit her kiss with Gerry.
“You ran out on me, too, before your crash.” That eerie mind reading thing really was an encumbrance at times. “But none of that matters, honey. You and me, that’s all that’s important here. I need you to come for me, Tasha. I need to see and feel you coming, squeezing all around my dick, baby, making me come until you have milked every last drop into your pussy, our pussy, my pussy,” he said before driving into her firmly, in a single thrust, making her cry out something inaudible, a sound he caught between his lips that were on hers again. “Mine, baby, all mine, all of you,” he told her, capturing her lips again, recapturing them from Gerry she thought, although that was unnecessary because like the rest of her, her lips and kisses belonged only to him.
Within about ten thrusts, Tasha could feel that Jim wouldn't take much longer if he continued at such a relentless pace, but she was so close herself it didn't matter.
“Come on, Tasha,” he told her breathlessly. “How could you ever think that I didn't want you, baby? I could fuck you forever, in fact, that's my sole ambition in life,” he groaned.
“Oh yes, God, I'm going to come,” she told him between pants, making him move even faster.
“Yes, Tasha, for me,” he grunted as his own climax crashed into him taking her with him in a sea of expletives, moans and sweat until they were both still, Jim lying along her length, breathlessly exhausted.
“Are you okay?” He was concerned for her physical welfare, but also realised he was allowing her to bear most of his weight, so holding her hips firmly he hooked a leg behind hers and rolled them both over until Tasha was straddling him, still coupled.
“Yes. I am very okay.” She grinned, lowering her upper body to rest against his. “This is what I've missed.” Smiled Tasha as she felt and heard the constant and reassuring beat of Jim's heart beneath her.
“You've missed being impaled on my dick, is that what you're saying here?”
Tasha laughed as she sat up and realised that he was hard again. “No. Well, yes, but I meant being close, but as you seem to have recovered.” She gently began to rock against him, making him smile up at her.
“As do you,” he replied as his hands found her still aching breasts.
****
Tasha woke alone, late and after a quick shower made her way downstairs wondering whether she should have been a little less energetic in last night's activities as every muscle in her body seemed to ache. She found Jim on the phone in front of his computer where he waved for her to join him. After kissing him gently on the lips she picked up his empty cup and gestured it towards her lips to offer more coffee.
Nodding, he continued his conversation with Marc, she believed. “Yes, Tasha is great, so I’m thinking I’ll come into the office in the morning and take it from there.”
With a smile, Tasha went to get more coffee for Jim and tea for herself.
Sandra was just about to leave the kitchen when Tasha arrived, making the other woman pause for a chat. “You look well rested this morning. It’s good to see.”
“Thanks. I slept really well. Proper sleep for the first time since I came home,” Tasha explained, thinking she'd had less sleep the previous night than earlier nights, but better sleep, a more sound sleep with none of the nightmares she’d suffered since her accident.
“That's good. It must mean you're on the mend and Jim seems happier today so he must have noticed too.” Sandra sounded genuinely pleased.
“Yeah, I think he must. How's Mike? I haven't seen him for a few days,” said Tasha, eager to change the subject from Jim’s chipper mood.
“No, he's gone home for a few days, to see his family.”
Tasha finished making her tea and moved onto Jim's coffee.
“Didn't you want to go with him?” Tasha couldn’t hide her curiosity.
Shaking her head, Sandra tried to clarify, “Mike was married when we met, with a daughter. She's your age now. I’d already planned to move out here and I was killing time until I came out. I thought Mike was a final English fling and then he suggested coming out with me, leaving behind his wife and daughter. I was horrified at the prospect.” Sandra’s disturbed expression suggested she was reliving the moment.
“And?” Tasha was interested to hear more of Sandra and Mike’s get together.
