Tim held her and let her cry. He knew she needed the release, and he shed a few tears of his own.
Once she calmed down, she looked up at him. “I love you,” she told him quietly.
“I love you, too, baby,” he told her, pulling her to lie more fully across him and holding her tighter, thankful he had put an oversized tub in the room. Schooching down and lying further back in the tub, he laid her fully across him and ran his hand up and down her back, stopping to cup her buttocks every few passes.
“Do you really love me, or are you just saying that?” Tasha asked, looking up into his eyes.
“Baby, I’ve loved you since I found your car broken down that afternoon. I was just waiting for the right time to tell you. This may not be the right time, but I can’t wait any longer. I had to tell you. Are you sure you love me?” Tim needed the same reassurance she did.
“I don’t know when I fell in love with you, but yes, I love you,” she answered him.
Tasha laid her head on his shoulder, and he just held her for several long minutes.
“As much as I hate the idea of moving, we need to get out of this tub. We can’t sleep here,” Tim said to her softly.
Tasha turned to sit and lifted herself to the side of the tub.
“Don’t move. I’ve got you,” Tim told her, moving out of the tub and wrapping a towel around his waist. Grabbing another towel, he wrapped one around Tasha before carrying her to the bedroom.
“Do you want an ice pack for your lip or anything, baby?” Her face was slightly swollen.
“No, it doesn’t hurt much anymore. I just want you,” she answered, reaching for him.
Tim crawled into the bed and pulled her to spoon with him.
Tasha turned in his arms and placed one palm against his chest. “I need you.” She brushed her lips against his chest.
“I’m right here, baby. I don’t want to hurt you.” He ran his hands up and down her back.
“I want you inside me. Make me yours. Erase his memory. Please.” She started slowly licking his skin in front of her. “Please,” she whispered again.
“Anything for you, baby.” Tim turned to his back and slowly lifted her to straddle him. “You’re in control. You set the pace.” He lifted her hips until he was poised at her entrance.
With the muscles in her thighs, Tasha slowly slid herself down on him until she felt him hit her cervix. Using the same muscles, she started moving herself up and down.
“I need more. Help me.” She looked down into his face, her hair a curtain around them.
“I don’t want to hurt you.” She had so many bruises, Tim wanted this to be a gentle loving, but she wanted more.
“Please, please,” she pleaded.
With his hands on her hips, he started moving her up and down his shaft. Seeing this still wasn’t enough for her, he flipped them and pushed her knees up to her chest, taking her with the passion they both needed.
Tasha scratched his back, digging her fingernails into his skin, trying to pull him closer. She needed more.
Tim grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head and increased his pace. Leaning down, he took one nipple into his mouth and bit, not hard but with enough pressure that she could feel it.
“Yes,” she screamed. “More, harder, faster. More.”
Tim switched to the other nipple and pulled it away from her body until it released with a pop. Letting go of her hands, he reached one hand down to apply pressure to her clit, bracing himself with the other.
Tim leaned down and took her mouth, forgetting about her swollen lip, in a kiss met to stake his claim. Applying more pressure to her clit, he ramped up his pace, until he felt her release and met it with his own. Allowing himself to rest his body on hers for a few minutes, they both lay panting.
Rolling over to his side, he pulled her close and held her. Looking down, he saw a small spot of blood on her lip. It must have opened up again when he kissed her.
“I’m sorry, baby. Does it hurt?” he asked, touching one finger gently to her lip.
She licked the sore place and smiled. “It’s not bad.”