“Good, because nothing and nobody else is ever going to come along for you, Tasha. You. Are. Mine. Forever,” he told her, punctuating each word with nothing but sincerity in his voice as his hand made its way beneath the skirt of the strapless maxi dress she was wearing. Instinctively, she lowered herself down the bed and spread her thighs further making him smile. “You see, baby, mine.”
“Yours.” She moaned as his fingers bypassed the wet barrier of her black, lace thong and entered her with a gentle stroking motion.
“I really don't need a wedding ring, honey,” he told her as he rotated his fingers inside her, stimulating her G-spot, making her buck beneath him.
“So greedy, Tasha,” he chastised, but allowed his thumb to find her clitoris that he rubbed gently making her mewl and moan.
“Please, James, oh yes,” she cried making him smile down at her.
“This is us forever, baby, just you and me. You know that, don't you?” he asked seriously.
After considering his question she answered, knowing that this was absolutely the right decision, like a moment of total clarity, possibly for the first time ever with total certainty she said, “Yes, forever.”
Spurred on by her words and the conviction in her voice Jim brought her to a glorious climax involving her calling out to him as if he was lost and she was desperately searching for him. He proceeded to strip her off, then himself before lying down again between Tasha's open thighs. No further words were exchanged as something deeper, more meaningful passed between them with gentle love making rather than their more usual frantic sex.
Lying together naked and damp from perspiration, Jim considered her reference to him wearing a ring. “Do you want me to wear a wedding ring?”
Tasha shrugged, but said nothing.
“Come on, Tasha, you need to say what you want and you did raise the subject, so...”
“Yes, yes I would. Maybe I need you marked as mine as much as you need me branded,” Tasha admitted. “And the fact that you have never worn one before…”
“Makes it a little more appealing, uh?”
“Yes. That makes me sound a little bit pathetic and very insecure, doesn't it?” She felt confused by the implication of that.
“No, baby, and I get that it must be tough to be viewed as the latest in a long line, well a line of seven. It looks like we're both going to be marked as you put it.”
“Do I get to choose your ring as you have already chosen mine?” Her thoughts were suddenly filled with ideas about the ring he’d chosen for her and she hoped it wasn't too ostentatious.
Laughing, he rolled her over until she was straddling him and gazing down with a definite glint in her eyes.
“How could I possibly say no?” He grinned up at her. “You want to go shopping tomorrow?”
“I think I need to. I'll call Abby later to arrange the details.”
“I can't do the morning,” he told her matter of fact, making her frown down at him. “Is that a frown, baby? You know where they usually get you, don't ya?” He flipped her onto her back again so that he was over her and once more nestled between her thighs.
“That was not a frown, well, just a confused one. You are not coming shopping with us. It's just me and Abby for wedding kind of stuff, wedding night kind of stuff.” She grinned as she reached up and ran a hand through his hair.
“And you know what size fingers I have?”
His question was innocent, but thinking about just how intimate she was with his fingers Tasha laughed.
“I know exactly what size your fingers are, James. Although I’m unsure if they could convert that to a ring measurement suitable for a shop assistant, so I may need to measure your ring finger in a more conventional way before I get there.”
“I'm not sure about this, honey,” he said with obvious concern for her safety.
“Please, James. I can't be with you all the time. I told you before, I need some degree of freedom. Even Lizzie gets more freedom than me at the moment.”
“Not anymore she doesn't,” he muttered to himself and then sighed. “You take security, at least two of them and at no point are you left alone.”
“What about changing rooms? I can't imagine you want Ray, Joshua, Billy or any of the others seeing me in bridal lingerie.” Her intention had been to tease him slightly but she also wanted some clarification on what he meant by not being left alone.
“Baby, your ass is going to be really sorry if you start playing with me on this one,” he told her with a dark edge to his voice that told her he was deadly serious.
“I wasn't,” she protested and found Jim raising disbelieving eyebrows. “Well, maybe a little, although my point was genuine, but I’ll take them with me if that's what you want. What if I go to the toilet or to try things on?”
