Tim was doing something between her legs. She had never felt those sensations before, and she saw he was putting some lube on his fingers. Slowly he began rimming her back hole.
Tasha arched. “No, stop. Don’t,” she gasped, startled. It didn’t hurt, but you didn’t play back there. It was bad. She wasn’t a bad girl.
“Shh, baby, relax. Let me in. I won’t hurt you.” Tim could tell what she was thinking. She probably had never played back there before and had been taught it was bad. He was going to change those thoughts. He was going to show her how good it could be and what he could do for her. First he had to get past her protests.
Pushing gently with one finger, he worked her clit with the fingers of the other hand. He wanted her to associate this with pleasure. “Relax and let me show you how good it can be. Just relax.” He continued rimming and pushing until he was in just past the first knuckle. Resting his finger there, he kept pulling and rubbing her clit, not letting her come down.
“Oh God, what are you doing? It feels…God I don’t know. Please.” Tasha didn’t know if she was pleading with him to stop or push more in. It felt so weird to have something there. It wasn’t a bad feeling, and she could feel it starting to tingle. With what he was doing to her clit, she couldn’t think. She should be screaming at him to take his finger out, but it was starting to feel good. Was she a bad girl? Only bad girls did things like that. That was what she had been told. She didn’t think real people did those things.
She loved erotic novels, and most of her novels had a BDSM theme, but she thought all that was fiction. People didn’t do things like that in real life, did they?
Tim had resumed pushing his finger farther into her. He could see her relaxing and could see that she was beginning to enjoy what was happening. He pushed until he had his finger all the way inside her. Holding it still for just a minute, he watched her face.
/> “How’s that feel, baby? Do you like it?” He moved just a little, slowly starting to move in and out.
“It’s…I…My God.” Tasha arched, not sure if she wanted more or wanted him to stop, as he thrust his finger in and out of her cunt, slowly fucking her with his finger and rubbing her clit with the same rhythm. She was going to come.
“Oh…I’m…I’m coming I can’t stop. Oh God.” The waves crashed over her, washing all her inhibitions away, until all she wanted was this moment in time and this man.
Tim leaned down and took her clit in his mouth, pulling and tugging it with his teeth, drawing out her orgasm until he felt the tremors stop. Releasing her and slowly pulling his finger out, he crawled up her body and unfastened her hands.
“Rest a while, baby. Then we’ll play some more.” He went to get a warm cloth to clean the lube and her fluids from her.
When he came back to the bed, he found her curled into a ball on her side. He turned her over and found her softly crying. Pulling her into his arms, he cradled her.
“What’s wrong, baby?” He was sure he hadn’t hurt her and didn’t understand her reaction. Was it just the release of tension, or something more? He needed to get her to talk.
“Tasha, please tell me.” He put a bit of command in his voice, trying to get through to her.
Looking into his face, she smiled the most angelic smile. “No one has ever done that for me. It was so amazing. I don’t even know you. How can you care for me like that?” She didn’t understand how someone she had known only a few hours could make her feel the way she did.
“Oh, baby, you are so special.” Tim hadn’t felt for anyone the way he felt for Tasha. It had been only a short time, but fate had brought her to him. They were destined to meet. If he wouldn’t have rescued her, he would have found her working at the club. It was written in the stars.
His grandmother had always told him he was going to find his soul mate one day and not to let her go. He would know when he found her, and when he did, she would need him as badly as he needed her. He had never known what she meant by that until now.
“Baby, let me clean you up. Then we’ll rest and talk.” He gently parted her legs and cleansed her.
After laying her back on the bed, he removed his pants and lay beside her. He then pulled her to him. She fit perfectly in his arms, and when he tucked her head under his chin, her bottom fit itself to his pelvis. Perfect.
He pulled a light blanket over them and held her. Talking softly, he told her of his grandmother and all she had taught him. The stories, the good times and the bad, he slowly told her of his life growing up in the Deep South. As he talked, he felt her slowly relax, and soon she was sleeping in his arms. Tim slowly drifted off himself. The evening wasn’t over, but she needed rest, and he was in no hurry. He had a lifetime.
Chapter Four
Tasha woke, not sure where she was. She needed to pee and needed something to drink. Something was wrapped around her. Twisting, she saw Tim and slowly remembered all that had happened and what he had told her. She smiled and relaxed but needed to get up, badly.
Tasha struggled to get free, waking Tim with a start. “What’s the matter, sugar?” he asked, immediately awake.
“I need the bathroom.” She was getting desperate.
Tim sat on the side of the bed and turned on the light, pointing to the partially closed door.
Tasha ran across the room, just making it. Sighing in relief, she washed her face and hands, running the water until it was cold, grabbed the cup there, and took a long drink. Staring in the mirror, she didn’t look any different, but she felt different.
She was more. Not sure how to describe it even to herself, she felt like more of a person. She wasn’t the scared girl Tim had found on the side of the road. She was more confident. Suddenly she needed to be back in his arms. She didn’t know what this was or how long it was going to last, but she didn’t want to miss a minute with Tim and was taking all he offered.
Opening the door, she launched herself into his arms. He was still sitting on the side of the bed and caught her easily.
“What was all that about?” He laughed, pulling her closer.