Dallas, Texas

Watching lustfully as Pam stretched her arms across her body and tossed her dress over her head, confidently standing before him ready to resume their earlier actions, Bobby wasted no time following her lead, unbuttoning his shirt and shrugging it off before moving on to his belt, eager to ease some of the pressure that was building inside him. He and Pam had been dancing around the next step of their relationship all evening, both eager to go there but also not rushing because enjoying their time together, dating, was just as important as what was planned to come at the end of the night. It was the end of the night now though and just as both of them had known was likely to happen, they were together, in a hotel room, with nothing and no one around to disturb them. It had taken them a while to get to where they were, longer than he usually waited to be honest, but they were finally in the position they were in and he couldn't wait to take full advantage of it. Pam had featured in a few of his dreams since the first time he'd seen her, leaning over him as he lay concussed on the skating rink; his mind could only imagine so much though, and luckily for him, reality was so much better.

"Allow me", stepping forward into his space, Pam grasped his hand as he worked on getting himself to an equally undressed state, causing him to groan as she did. Leaning up to kiss him again, making sure he could feel her chest against his, it didn't take him very long to work out that she knew exactly what she was doing. He'd been with a lot of women in his lifetime, some passive and submissive, others far more seductive and in control, Pamela was definitely the latter; he had no desire to think about exactly how many men she'd bedded, but it was certainly enough to understand how to show she knew exactly what she wanted and actively pursue that desire.

Walking them backwards so they fell back against the bed, he gasped breathlessly as she then broke their kiss to kneel in order to remove his boots and rid him of his pants, grinning boyishly at the view she provided him as she did so. Groaning again as she slowly rose from her position at his feet, running her hands up the inside of his legs before settling between his thighs, he knew he had to take control and show her some equal attention, because if she kept going as she was, things would be over for him far too soon. Sitting up so they were facing each other, he swore under his breath again as she rhythmically brushed one hand over his underwear and felt around for the waistband with the other, tugging as she found it, freeing him, though not releasing much of the pressure that was building inside him. It was a nice thought to want to bring her the same amount of pleasure she was giving him, but actually finding the strength to break her actions so he could do that was harder than he expected. She was good at what she was doing to him and apparently, he wasn't quite as selfless or in control of himself as he liked to think he was.

Resuming their kiss as they gently fell back onto the bed, he didn't feel quite so useless when he managed to elicit a small gasp from her as he skilfully worked on exposing her chest, flipping her onto her back after doing so, taking full advantage of her laid out in front of him now. Changing their position and pace, and in the process taking a little bit of her attention away from his most sensitive area, he felt more in control of his own reactions, no longer like he would ruin the mood between them by finding his pleasure before things really went anywhere. Bringing his kisses down her body, pausing every few inches to appreciate different parts of her, he knew he was having the desired effect on her when she shivered and whispered his name, and hooking his fingers over the waistband of her underwear, it was evident that his earlier assumptions were not wrong, Pam was very much attracted to him.

Knowing he had received compliments on his skilful fingers in the past, his next actions were for both of them, as selfish as that might seem, though it was also really the least he could do to return the favour she'd been doing him earlier. "Bobby", sensing the urgency in her voice as he returned his kisses to her lips, resuming the position next to her rather than below her, he knew it was finally time, though what he didn't expect was for her to want to change things again, likely in order to resume control. Feeling her wriggling underneath him, Pam spoke again, "do you ahem…", this time her comments punctured the mood rather than inflated it; it might be a valid point to address, but it was a hell of a time to do it. "I do, but…" noting the look on her face as he uttered the word 'but', he knew it was not the time to make a comment about why he disliked having to be the responsible one, nor was it the time to confirm she was already taking precautions and insist therefore there was little need for him to too. Being a man, not to mention a Ewing man, he wasn't stupid, he knew he had to use protection of some sort, it was just that so often in his casual encounters women he was with were quite forthcoming with the information that he was looking for, and as irresponsible as it probably was, he tended to trust their word. "In my wallet", kissing her softly, he reluctantly rose and got out of the bed, walking over to the pile of discarded clothes on the floor to find his wallet in his pocket and breathing a sigh of relief as he found it and fished a couple of foil packets out.

"Good, now where were we", not having noticed Pam had followed him out of bed, it was hard not to notice her as she wrapped her arms around him from behind, before swinging herself around to his front, tracing her hands over his chest, and resuming their kiss. Removing the two items in his hand with ease, she tossed one on the nightstand for later and tore the other open without a problem, slowly walking them back to the bed before doing anything about the contents in her hand. Laying back against the mattress as she kissed him one last time before sitting up, her legs astride him, Bobby was amazed as she set to work, shivering as she did so because he really was getting close to losing control. Swearing under his breath again as she finally finished preparing them to take the next step and actually made moves toward that, all thoughts of his control disappeared from his mind, distracted because everything Pam was doing felt pretty damn good, which ultimately, was the point of their actions, no matter who was in control.

To be continued…