Author's Notes: Formatting Issues – text in italics are thoughts, unless it within dialog, and then it's just a form of emphasis. Text in bold is strong emphasis, i.e. shouting.

Thanks to e.helena for the beta!

Chapter Eleven – Be What You Would Seem to Be

"You gonna stare at me all night, or are you going to make love to me?"

Bobby answered her question with a look of surprise that slowly changed to a hesitant smile. He leaned down to kiss her, his forearms supporting him on either side of her shoulders. For a brief moment, he held himself, a hairsbreadth from her lips, looking into her eyes. What he saw there drew him the last way in, their lips meeting, eyes closing.

Alex's arms twined about his neck and if he'd any doubts about what they were about to do they were erased as he felt her fingers thread through his hair, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

He rolled to his side, bringing Alex along with him so that they lay on their sides, face to face. One hand in the softness of her hair, the other exploring the softness of her breast, Bobby nibbled his way across her check to the tender skin behind her ear.

He felt a tightening in his chest that matched the tightening in his groin as his fingers searched and explored the tight peak of her breast through her sweater and bra. Grunting his frustration, Bobby moved to slip under the sweater and bra, filling his hand with the fullness of her breast. He pressed his palm to the pebbled nipple and felt Alex tremble in response.

Bobby jerked in surprise when a tiny hand snaked its way between their torsos and curled around his penis. The sensation of pressure and the friction of the fabric that separated her hand from his flesh was both erotic and maddening. Bucking against her inquisitive fingers, he shuddered, the muscles of his abdomen tightening. Alex withdrew her touch to worm her hand into the waistband of his sweats, grasping him firmly. Finally, flesh on flesh, he thought he might die.

Thrusting against her palm, Bobby felt Alex's fingers work over him from root to tip. He could sense the rising and tightening of his balls that precluded an orgasm and he knew that if he didn't get her tiny but incredibly strong hand off his cock soon, their first physical encounter as lovers would end up being a very brief hand-job.

He wanted more than that for her and for him. Reaching between them, Bobby grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away from him.

"Hey," Alex tried to wriggle her hand back to him.

Bobby rolled her onto her back, taking both of her hands in one of his, pinning them to the mattress above her head and looked into her eyes. "Not unless you want this to be over before it begins."

She laughed, the movement of her body against his a wonderful vibration he could feel down to his toes. "Been that long, heh?"

He couldn't help but smile back at her. "Long enough. And with you?" Bobby sighed and then leaned in to kiss her nose. "You take my breath away."

She craned her neck forward and kissed him. "Same here."

He released her hands suddenly and reached for the hem of her sweater, pulling it up and off her, the static electricity causing her hair to snap and crackle. With the fingers of his left hand, he deftly unsnapped the front closure of her satin bra and then used both hands to brush it to the sides.

"These," he reached and cupped her breasts in both hands. "These I've wanted to see for a very long time." He pushed her breasts together then pressed his face into the cleavage he'd created.

Alex gasped and brought her hands to his head, grabbing fistfuls of curls. "You're not smelling me, are you? Cause, I would have showered earlier if I'd known you were going to be sniffing my tits."

"I'm not smelling you," came the mumbled reply. He raised his head to look at her. "I, well, I just can't believe they're mine."

She raised her brows. "Yours?"

He shrugged and bent to run his tongue over one nipple. "Well, metaphorically speaking."

She moaned as his mouth engulfed her right nipple, sucking and tugging at her flesh. "Bobby." Her fingers wove tighter into his hair as she guided him to her other breast where he applied the same treatment. "God love a breast man," she sighed. As he worked the nipple on her left breast, she reached down to caress his back. "And who would have thunk it, what with all those Amazonian bimbos you dated. Thought for sure you were a leg man."

He gave her breast a last kiss on the tip of her nipple and looked up at her. "Oh, I appreciate legs, too." To prove the fact he reached down and pulled her knee up against his thigh, moving her leg up and over the back of his own. He stroked his hand over her hip, down her thigh to her knee and then back again, fingering the waistband of her jeans. "We need to lose these so I can appreciate them even more."

He wasn't at all surprised when Alex pushed him off her and rose to her knees before him, shrugging off her bra. Tugging at his old, torn sweatshirt, she pulled it up and off him in one swift motion. "Not until I get my share, buddy. Tit for tat, so to speak."

His eyes moved to her breasts but he quickly closed them at the feel of her hands stroking his shoulders, chest and biceps. When her fingers tickled their way down his stomach to tug at the strings of his sweatpants, that was Bobby's cue to go to work on the button and zipper of her jeans.

With his sweatpants puddled at his knees and Alex's jeans and panties pulled down over her hips, Bobby pushed her back down onto the mattress. Her toes formed short work of his sweats, pushing them the rest of the way down and off, while he crooked his index fingers, catching both her panties and jeans as he moved them down to where Alex could kick them off.

His eyes raked slowly down and then back up her body, taking in the curves that he'd fantasized about so often. Then in one move, he went for her. It was as if he was two weeks in the desert without water and she was a cold bottle of Dansani. He couldn't seem to get enough of her. Once again he pulled both her hands up over her head, trapping them with his right hand while his left moved to the apex of her thighs, his fingers trailing through moist curls before two fingers pushed inside her.

Through the pounding in his chest and his head, Bobby heard Alex say something, but his lust-filled brain couldn't decipher it. It wasn't until she pulled her wrists from his grasp to press forcefully against his chest that he opened his eyes and focused on her.

Her fingers feathered through his chest chair, stoking softly. "Slow down, Bobby."

He blinked, frowning. "Did I hurt you? Am I hurting you?" He went to roll off of her, but Alex reached around his waist to hold him still.

"No, you're not hurting me." She leaned in to kiss him. "Just, well, it's been a while for me too and," she hesitated, her lips quirked into a small grin. "Well, you're a big man, Bobby."

Bobby glanced down at himself, his erect cock now nestled up between their stomachs. Being nothing if not a modest man he mumbled, "Not all that big."

The laugh that issued from his partner not only shook him but also the bed. "Bobby, you could take out small cities with that thing."

When he continued frowning at her, Alex's smile softened and she ran a hand along his cheek. "You might not have noticed, but I'm not one of those super-models you're used to . . . for lack of a better euphemism . . . dating. Smaller women, especially when they're with a guy your size, need to be treated with a bit more, shall we say, finesse?"

His brow wrinkled as he processed her words. After a moment he nodded, almost to himself. "You mean you need more foreplay?"

Alex snorted, covering the resulting grin with her hand. "Well, yes, that would be nice, Bobby. And at the risk of losing the spontaneity, I think we need to address some of the realities. Do you happen to have any condoms in that nightstand?"

Bobby nodded and both their eyes flashed to the dark polished wood of the small table that was next to the bed. As he reached to open the drawer, Alex stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Any chance you've got some KY or Astroglide in there too?" While the stricken look on his face seemed to answer her question, the resolute look on her face answered his. "Yeah, didn't think so. Well, then, big guy, this might take a little work on my part and some patience on yours."

To Be Continued