I like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones, and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again kiss
-E.E. Cummings
"Bobby, you know I can't leave here yet," she whispers breathlessly, pressing her nose into the enticing heat and tantalizing smell of his battered black leather jacket.
"I know," he says distractedly, lips and teeth tasting and tugging on the outer rim of her ear. "Can't blame me for trying though."
"No blaming, but I will thank you," she says through lips blossoming into a smile. "You do know how to flatter a girl."
Suddenly the bite and slide of his teeth are gone and he's pulled back to peer seriously into her flushed face. "It's not flattery, Eames. It's pure desperation," he says, his fingers tightening on her hips.
His soft, demanding lips are suddenly on hers, moving frantically and possessively.
All common sense disappears as Alex becomes intoxicated by the length and breadth of him. Bobby's broad shoulders and large hands embrace and cocoon, making her feel delicate and dainty, but no where near weak and submissive.
Wrapping her arms around his neck, she languorously twirls the hair covering the smooth skin of his nape, enjoying the deep moans coming from the back of his throat into hers.
The slippery slide of sensations crashes over her as the vast expanse of his palm slithers down to cup her bottom and squeeze.
Alex's body flushes, infused with a burning desire to wrap her legs around Bobby's waist and take him into herself. She can feel the material of her nightgown being dragged slowly up as cool air assaults the back of her thighs.
The cool air acts as a reminder of their surroundings and she pulls away from his delectable mouth, retreating to the window ledge across the room.
"We have to stop," Alex gasps, unsuccessfully hiding the tremor in her voice. "This isn't the place for-"
"For what?" Bobby interrupts ferociously. "We've been dancing around each other for years …and now that I know how you feel…I'm…downright compelled…to not allow any more time to be wasted. So, I really don't care where we are, as long as we are together."
Each syllable and rasp of breath flowing from Bobby's captivating mouth causes tiny frenetic eruptions within her, causing Alex's silken thighs to clench – hoping to stem the maelstrom of desire threatening to burn her into cinders.
Watching her leaning down onto the ledge, Bobby follows the moonlight filtering down onto Alex's face, casting her in a sinfully ethereal glow. The diaphanous material of her nightgown is practically transparent in the light, revealing the lush outline of her breasts and hips and he knows that he won't be leaving her room tonight without showing her exactly what happens in some of his deepest fantasies.
"You don't have to do a thing, Eames," Bobby whispers as he steps enticingly close to her beckoning presence. "All I ask is that you relax, and let me love you."
If the seductive pull of Bobby's words hadn't been enticement enough, Alex finds her very breath swiftly stolen from her lungs as her tall, formidable partner drops gracefully to his knees.
Alex's white-knuckled grip on the window ledge behind her serves as the anchor to any resemblance of sanity that she might have left at this moment.
She's still blessedly confused as to how they have reached this particular turning in their relationship. She had to summon all of her willpower to break their embrace and remember that she must be the pragmatist in this situation. But despite her best intentions and valiant efforts, half-hearted as they may have been, she is now flushed and feverish with Bobby kneelingbefore her, his demandingly gentle hands upwardly cruising the skin of her calves and thighs, skimming the top of her flimsy nighty.
Struggling to catch her breath, Alex imagines the wild pummeling of her pulse exploding from beneath her breast. Bobby's touch and salacious words have blotted out their surroundings, leaving Alex with nothing but the feel of his mouth and hands. The Bobby before her is everything and nothing like she imagined. After all their years together, this is the one aspect of his personality that she's never been privy to. And while completely and earth-shatteringly aroused, she must admit to feeling just a little bit unnerved.
Because he's everywhere; He's her constant companion at work, the friend she can call at any hour of the day or night, and the longest-running resident that her heart has ever had occupy it. She just knows that once she lets him inside of her, he could very well shift the entire focus of her world. Because there won't be a place anywhere that she won't see him or feel him and it wouldn't be a difficult leap to the initial 'Can I use one of your dresser drawers' to 'Did you send the mortgage payment in?'
And isn't that what's she's been running from these past eight years? Running from real commitment…setting herself up, subconscious as it may have been, to be attracted to unavailable men? It's easier to deny and turn a blind eye to the unresolved pain from the past then take a huge risk on another man who would either disappoint you emotionally or be taken from you in the middle of a cold February night.
She knows that if she can't make it work with Bobby, a man she loves and respects more than anyone else in her whole world…well, she just better buy a few cats and invest in some sensible shoes for those lonely walks in the park during her twilight years.
Because once Bobby slips in, he will focus every little bit of his attention and emotion into their relationship and there would be no turning back to what once was.
And the knowledge of his passion and dedication, and what it would feel to have this man direct it all on her has her swooning like Scarlett O'Hara, and Alex curses herself for such a girlish weakness.
But then his eyes stray to hers and the fever there softens Alex, and she knows that despite the risks, she's willing to let him lead her tonight, no matter where it takes them.
She finally finds her voice when the feel of her nightgown's fabric is swiftly replaced by Bobby's smoldering hot breath against her skin, his tongue blazing trails of heat and wetness on a dangerously exciting path towards the juncture of her thighs.
"Bobby," she gasps, his name pouring like molasses from her lips, "Not here."
Alex's head jerks back to his face as the pressure of his hands on her hips and thighs increases rather possessively, and what would have been painfully, if it were not for the fresh gush of wetness it incites inside her.
"Yes," Bobby's says vehemently, swiftly and expertly plucking the elastic of the lacey panties and sliding them down and off her legs. "Here. Right fucking here."
Heat and pressure and sensation overwhelm every sense as Bobby presses ardent open-mouthed kisses on the inside of Alex's soft and silken inner thighs, while his elegantly long fingers delve into the slippery depths of her folds.
"Oh, Jesus Christ."
Alex sees nothing but millions of streaking stars and lightening flashes bursting behind her eyelids as Bobby begins a torturously erotic thrumming on her clitoris, while perversely teasing her with the reminder of how extraordinarily close his sinful tongue is from the source of her swelter.
She's holding her shrieks in, ravaging her bottom lip with her teeth to contain the cries of pleasure his hands and mouth are eliciting. The tangy taste of copper spills onto her tongue from the tear she has inflicted on her suffering lip.
She is convinced that this man's mouth should be considered one of the wonders of the world.
Bobby can feel her entire body shiver and swim in torturous delight, teetering on the edge of orgasm. But she's holding back and he wiggles his tongue a little faster hoping to convey to her that she's made for this – to know pleasure and take it.
When he softly bites down onto her clit, Alex stiffens and strains her face up, desperately keeping her tiny orgasm to herself.
Bobby is nothing if not determined, hell, he's usually considered downright relentless and his mission at this moment is to knock down that impenetrable wall of control Alex clings to so acutely. He knows that it will take a lot of persuasion as well as proper motivation to elicit such trust from her and he's prepared to do whatever it takes.
Frankly, he's giddy for the challenge.
"That was just a little taste of what's to come, Eames," he says, "but if you want more, you're going to have to open that pretty little mouth of yours. I want to hear all those little sexy sounds you make while I do this," Bobby purrs, circling and sucking on her sweetness. "Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"
Gulping down huge breaths of air, Alex shakes her head wildly against the cool window pane, trying to desperately tap down the sighs and swears just begging to be released.
"I can't," she groans, wiggling her hips down onto his greedy and masterful mouth. "This place, uggg…" she strains, grabbing the curtain and twisting in a fist, "is usually packed…I can't just…"
"But that makes it even hotter doesn't it?" Bobby roughly whispers while swirling his fingers inside cleverly, resulting in a fresh gush of dampness on his lips.
"Do you have discovery fantasies, Eames? Is that what I'm discovering here?" he insinuates, while the vibrations of his words send scintillating shocks onto her clitoris, making her squirm and burn and roughly dig her fingers into the peppered hair on his head. "Can you just imagine?" Lick. "Someone… anyone, walking in and finding you, sweet and good Alexandra with a very hungry man between your thighs? God if they could see you like I am right now," Bobby purrs, "sweating and swelling and ready to take me inside of you. Your little nightgown, hiding nothing and yet revealing so little. You're the sexiest woman I've ever seen, y'know that?"
"Look at me," he asks Alex, catching her eyes. "You want to let go so bad, but you won't let yourself," he says casually as he slips another finger inside, making her stretch and soar. "You hold onto that control of yours so tightly, but you can't control everything," he says, moving up and bestowing spiral licks onto her bellybutton, while one hand grabs Alex's right leg and places it over his shoulder. "And really, Eames, something like this you shouldn't want to. Will you do it for me, baby? Let it all go, let it spill out onto my tongue and hands. I'll take it and learn it and love it just as much as I love you."
And with a press of his fingers and a swipe of his talented tongue, Bobby has her keening and screaming and he's sustaining her weight until her legs stop trembling.
At first tantalizing taste, Bobby knows that he will forever be ravenous for the taste of her and that nothing and no one could ever remotely come close to this heavenly treat placed strategically between Eames' fevered thighs.
She's all musk and honey with a slight dash of peach which makes her the most delicious woman he's ever been with. He fully intends on feasting on her for the rest of his life.
A.N. I know this is a bit short, but the next will be extremely lengthy and I needed to break somewhere and let my laptop cool down. Look for next chapter on Wednesday…I promise not to disappoint my very patient readers!
Big huge tremendous thanks to Scripted Starlet, LMR, Gorengal, EnglishJumperChick13, LOCIGrl06, & Boohoo650 – you ladies motivated me with your words!!
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