“Fuck,” cried Tasha, desperate for more and less as she attempted to arch into Jim's touch.
“Soon, baby,” he replied, having taken her comment literally. “If we had all the time in the world I would have you like this for hours until you can no longer see straight. I'd have you begging Tasha, on your knees willing to do just about anything.”
“I'm pretty close already,” she admitted, lacing her fingers through Jim's hair, trying to entice his mouth back to her breasts.
“Nowhere near close enough and we're on a schedule here.” He rested back on his heels, between her thighs, gazing across her body, admiring her for a few seconds and then he was pulling her pink lacy brief from her and opening her up. He stroked across the tattoo that marked her as his before two fingers plunged into her, making her moan and cry out. His fingers were rotating inside her, enticing her g-spot to deliver shards of pleasure which it did as soon as he touched it.
“James, I'm going to come,” she cried hoarsely.
“That's the idea, Tasha,” Jim told her as his thumb began to brush over her clitoris.
“James, not yet, please. Make me wait,” she pleaded.
Jim frowned at her with a perplexed expression. “Wait? You want to wait, even though we need to get back?” He continued to eye her with confusion.
“Yes.” Her orgasm continued to gain momentum due to Jim's hand still stroking her inside and out.
“You really seem to have forgotten how this works, Tasha. How I call the shots and decide what you get and how. Maybe I won’t let you come at all and when we get home I will set into motion the plan of fucking you all night, keeping you so close to coming that it will drive you crazy and then, well who knows, maybe I will still keep you frustrated.”
“No, please. I want to come, with you, together, please. I need us to be together, just you and me,” she told him tearfully and suddenly the sad, haunted expression of Natasha Winters put in an unexpected and unwelcome reappearance, knocking the wind out of Jim's sails completely.
“Okay, baby. If that's what my wife needs, then that is exactly what she'll get.”
Jim moved his hand that had earlier been taunting her, relocating it so it stroked her cheek gently. He replaced it with a single thrust before he was buried deep inside her, causing Tasha to arch into his body. Her legs wrapped around him. She pulled him closer still while her arms were thrown above her head, stretching into the hay behind her.
“You like that, honey?” He pulled back until their bodies were almost uncoupled making her panic that he might be about to stop, but then he drove straight back inside her, pushing her along the hay covered ground.
“Yes, like that, James. Don't stop, please, don't stop.”
“I'm not stopping, Tasha, not until we're both coming. Together. You and me,” he told her, using her own words which was enough to push her to the precipice of her pleasure.
“Come on, Tasha. With me, baby, now.” Somehow he managed to move against her so he was pressing against her clitoris whilst still stroking her insides until she was screaming his name and holding him against her, desperate again, but in a very different way to how she'd been just minutes before. She knew Jim had felt it too, but he said nothing, he just held her tenderly, kissed her gently before he pulled free of her and passed her clothes to her.
“Let's go home and check on Connor, and then we can talk, okay?”
Tasha knew from experience that he was offering her no choice in whether she'd talk or not. She would because he’d seen that she’d needed what they’d shared. How she’d needed it her way and they both knew there was a reason for that, although he didn’t know what it was, but she knew he knew there was something.
Approaching the house from the back, Tasha and Jim walked hand in hand and both smiled at the sight and sounds that greeted them; Connor was lying on a play mat while Sandra, Philip and Lizzie all leaned over him, talking to him and shaking toys while he simply lay there laughing and gurgling.
“He is so cute,” cooed Lizzie.
“Yeah, I gotta say, babies don't normally do it for me, but maybe it's because he's our brother that makes him the exception,” added Philip.
Jim looked down at Tasha who could see her husband was beaming with pride at his three children together, yet it was Sandra's words that touched Tasha the most.
“He is no blood relation to me whatsoever and he melts my heart a little more every time I look at him. He even makes me regret not having children of my own because if I had I would have grand-parenthood to look forward to next.”
Tasha squeezed Jim's hand more firmly at the heartfelt, emotional outpouring from Sandra who would have made the perfect grandma and yet she had no grandchildren to look forward to and one set of Connor’s were the worst example of parents and in turn grandparents. Grandparents her son would never know. Jim leaned down and planted a single kiss to the top of Tasha's head before heading through the open door.
“Hey, are you all partying without us?” Tasha called, causing everyone to turn and face her, including Connor who was desperately searching for her.
“Tash,” cried Lizzie, an unexpected, but always welcome visitor who was rushing towards the space where Tasha and her dad stood. “Hi, Daddy, can I stay over tonight? Mom and Lenny are being, well, weird,” she said with a frown.
“I'll call your mom and if she's good with it, of course you can stay.” Jim warmly embraced his only daughter.
“Can I stay for dinner?” asked Philip suddenly. “Juan's visiting his folks and I really can't be bothered to cook for myself.” His honesty and lack of pretence made Tasha laugh.
“Sure,” she said as Sandra turned towards her having picked Connor up to show him the location of his mommy.
