Warning: Rating M for adult talking
…only to catch a murderer?
3. Driving home
Bobby closes the door to his and Alex's 'Honeymoon-Suite', after the last police officer leaves Alex and him to pack their things. Finished packing, Alex rummages around in her purse for the car keys and asks him: "Do you want to drive? I am tired."
"Of course, no problem." Bobby stretches his hand out to receive the keys from Alex. Outside, he opens the trunk of their official SUV and lays in his and Alex's bags inside. Carefully he lays Alex's tulips to it. Before Alex can reach for the door handle, Bobby is right there next to her and he opens the door for her.
"Thanks" Alex says and smiles at Bobby.
As Bobby starts the SUV, Alex says: "The Mustang was such a dream. What a pity that we have to give it away finally."
"Yes, I would have loved to take it with us and had show it Lewis." he laughs.
After they turned off the main street, Alex reflects once more on the past few hours. "We were really persuasive. He really believed us."
With Alex's words Bobby unconsciously feels for the ring, he still has around his finger. "Should I take off Joe's ring?" he asks self-consciously. Slowly he's got used to this feeling, Joe's ring fit perfectly. When Paul Mannings asked for the rings earlier, he'd been scared for a short moment. He hadn't thought of rings but Alex, like usual was well prepared. She'd brought out the little, white box and handed it the eight-time murderer, who wanted to make number nine and ten of both of them.
Noticing his actions, Alex reaches out to him "No don't take it off yet, it's nice to see the ring back on a finger again." She takes her left hand from her lap and strokes a fingertip carefully over the ring on Bobby's finger. She gently rests her head against his shoulder and closes her eyes. "I'm gonna close my eyes for a while, okay Bobby?"
Breathless by her words and the sensation of her fingertip tracing the ring, Bobby absently replies, "Sure...rest a little bit, Alex, and I'll drive you straight to Beach Crest."
-xXx-
As Bobby turned off the Atlantic City Expressway, Alex still sleeps deeply. The last June sunbeams colour her dress pale rosé and make her face softly glow, distracting Bobby causing him a few problems in concentrating on the traffic. Alex's head still rest against his shoulder and her hand lies lightly on his thigh, which is a whole different level of distraction!
Alex's whole dress is a bit out of place as she shifts in sleep. The skirt falls widely apart so Bobby can admire her beautiful, long legs. They are pale and very smooth. He wants to touch them so much, to feel how soft they are. Alex wears a blue garter Bobby asks himself, whether she wears something Old, something New and something Borrowed somewhere on her body to go with it?
And her neck-line gapes a little too. Somehow the knot on her dress has loosened in some way. The material has slid over her shoulders and Bobby can see just a hint of the delicate slop of Alex's breast, the part not held with her bra. In the sunset, her skin shimmers golden.
As the sun disappears and Bobby has been driving for about forty minutes on the Garden State Parkway, it happens. A little, white sports-car suddenly overtakes Bobby. The driver, a young guy, sees his chance and, failing to notice their SUV, cuts in without looking around, onto Bobby's lane and leaves the highway.
While Bobby looks in the rear-view mirror, to make sure that no one drives behind him, he steps on the brake, with all his might. Simultaneously, he holds on to the wheel with his left hand and his right flies to Alex to protect her from safety belt tightening too hard.
Alex wakes up as he reaches across her, and holds on desperately Bobby's arm as the brakes squeal, whilst Bobby brings the car under control.
"Are you okay? Want me to stop for a short moment?" Bobby asks, still breathless.
"No, it's okay, drive on...What happened? Where are we?" Alex wants to know upset.
"On the nine, at Toms River...some little wiener cut us up!" Bobby says, suddenly realizing that his hand still rests on Alex's breasts. He takes it slowly away and covers the wheel with both hands.
Alex straightens her dress, pulling her skirt over her legs and brings the sliding sleeves over her shoulders again.
"Oh dear, what a day…and yet it's still better than the last date I had. Oh what an idiot he was, you wouldn't believe it." Alex says and has to smirk.
"What? I don't understand." Curious now, Bobby wants to know.
Alex simply says what's going on in her mind, without a thought of the consequences.
"He was a bad kisser…" with the thought of it, Alex shakes her head in disgust "…completely different to our kisses earlier…they were…perfect…unbelievable. His touching was coarse and clumsy. It felt like pawing…and you just…even though it was due to the near-accident, you were gentle, and tender. To moan your name, even in pretend, is nice, easy, simple…", and she smiles gently to Bobby. "…to do the same for real for Miles? To sound persuasive, it was hard work. Truly, I am not a woman who feigns her orgasm. If I'm not having fun, I make no secret of it, but he just couldn't do it, he couldn't come and so it was necessary. Like I said, the whole night was a total disappointment."
Because of Alex's frankness, Bobby dares to ask: "Do you really groan like you did back in the hotel room when you're having sex? He enjoys hearing his name used favourably in this conversation, although he hears it just a few moments.
"No, I think I'm quieter. I like to enjoy everything…the man…the affections…the post quake afterwards, in calm…What about you, how was your last romantic evening?" Alex figured what was good for the goose was good for the gander.
"Nice, really nice." Bobby says. "She knew what she was doing, knew how to taste me, she discovered my whole body with her tongue and she enjoyed me as much as possible too. I investigated every inch of her body, penetrated each of her body openings…It was good, meanwhile, I felt really good."
Slightly longing, Alex comments, "Sounds good. I could really fancy that."
"She had really drove me to the best performance. But nevertheless, it lacked something." shrugs Bobby. "Oh, we had a lot of fun and not just one time, but after all of that…it felt empty."
"What was missing?" Alex asks quietly.
"…The love. After she'd done with me, she got up and went. She said that it was nice with me and that she will call. I wanted to hold her so much with my arms and tell her how nice it was for me." he says a little bit nostalgically. "I thought that was the man's job... to cut and run!" he finishes, ruefully.
After a few minutes of silence, while both dwell in their own thoughts Bobby asks: "Now it's your turn again. What do you like especially, Alex?"
Alex takes a deep breath and then she says: "It is nice to lie under a man. To feel his weight, to smell his scent. To get so close to someone, that you allow him to take the control over yourself…To feel him pulse inside yourself."
"That is a nice description for sex." Bobby says quietly and smiles at Alex.
"But I like also to take the control. To spoil my partner with my whole body and be affectionate to him."
"Also with your mouth?"
Alex knows exactly what Bobby means. "Yes, with my mouth too. It is intoxicating; I have the power and he is delivered to me...controlled by me But if I do this, I have to trust the man completely. I would never do it for someone I had only spent one or two nights with."
Alex and Bobby fall silent again. Both think of the last hours and feel content to be in the presence of the each one.
Bobby's thoughts digress to Alex over and over again. He thinks how it would be to discover her petite body with his tongue, his nose, his fingers…to give her new, un-thought of pleasures. But he also wonders how it would be to be a family with her, to fall asleep with her, to have Sunday breakfast in bed, to go dancing, to go to cinema,…
Alex thinks about the early kisses with Bobby. Her head rest unconsciously on his shoulder again, her hand lies on his thigh, the other rubs over her lips over and over again. She wants to be held by his strong arms, she wants to let herself fall down, dedicate herself completely to him. She wants him, not only as her partner...is it possible she wants him as her man?
They are back in New York City, when Alex starts once more: "Our tongues were in perfect harmony. You didn't force me, you invited me to open my mouth, and then time stood still…"
As Bobby stops the vehicle before 27 Beach Crest, he asks excitedly. "Do you want me to kiss you again?"
Alex looks into Bobby's eyes for a long time and then she nods affirmatively. "There is nothing nicer in the whole world I want to do more right now."
Bobby leans slowly towards Alex, cupping the back of her head gently with his left hand and pulls his partner toward him. Reaching up, Alex covers Bobby's face with her both hands, spreading her fingers along his cheeks.
They kiss each other for a long, long time…tenderly and with the barest touch of their lips, till they carefully part their lips and explore each other one more time. These kisses are even sweeter, more intense, nicer. For now they are alone and no one takes any notice of them. They don't have to keep an eye on Paul Mannings.
Alex feels hot and cold at the same time. Her arousal grows noticeably and she becomes more and more turned on, heat and wetness building between her legs.
"I want you." Bobby gasps between kisses. His hands roam over Alex's body and touch her breasts, her waist, her legs, her backside. Alex stretches her head back and Bobby starts to suck at her neck and nibbles at her ear.
As Bobby's mouth begins to wander towards Alex's breasts she sighs, trying to gently push him away, "Stop, Bobby…that's too fast. I have to think about it. If we go on, I don't want it to be only for one night; that's not enough for me."
"O…Okay…" Bobby stutters, but doesn't stop to caressing Alex's skin with his mouth.
"My body might need the release of orgasm, but with you I want more. Not just an only fast bang to satisfy my needs…Bobby, I can't think while you do that… stop! Please?"
Bobby ends his sensual ministrations and looks longingly into Alex's eyes. "Well…okay…but please believe me that I don't want only a One Night Stand. I want you…not only for one night…I want you for ever."
And then Bobby confesses, "I need you not only as partner, but as friend. I noticed when you were pregnant with Nathan. You were away from me for such a long time. I tried to get over this, but it didn't work. I so self-conscious about it and didn't dare to say something, didn't dare to approach to you, but now I won't go back to that. Not now we've come this far. You are the woman of my dreams, Alex. I never hoped to be allowed to hold you."
Alex nods slowly and knows that Bobby means every word absolutely.
It is so difficult to get out of the car, but he does it. He walks slowly around the car and opens the trunk to get Alex's bag and her flowers and then opens the passenger's door.
While Bobby fetches her bag out of the trunk, Alex slips out of her panties. They are totally soaked with her own nectar. She hides them in her left hand and with her right she gropes for Bobby's. She sticks them carefully into his trouser pocket and snuggles against him. They kiss each other passionately once more.
"I want you too Bobby. Do you see how my body reacts because of you?" and Alex lays Bobby's hand on her breasts, so he can feel her response, her erection. "I'm not saying no. Just let me have a little more time to think."
Bobby turns away from Alex, with a heavy heart gets back into the SUV, but somewhat appeased by her words.
"Call me immediately, when you are ready…any time." he says and drives slowly down Alex's driveway.
"I miss your lips right now." she whispers quietly, watching the vehicle depart.
I apologise by all Miles.
I search the way from Atlantic City to New York City with google earth. If it is the worst way, please look over it, or buy me a ticket from Berlin to New York and I can find a better way.
I know Alex lives in Rockaway, but here I need her in New York.
