Chapter 3 of 4 - Progeny
When he saw her returning from the ladies' room, Bobby stood up and held her jacket for her before she even made it to the table. She gave him a questioning look and he made some excuse about the air conditioning and a draft. With her back turned to him, Alex slid her arms into the sleeves. As he pulled up on her collar to cover the bare skin he wanted to taste, Bobby couldn't resist extending his finger and letting it trail up her spine until her jacket was firmly in place. Alex shivered and he saw goose bumps on her flesh.
Suddenly anxious to leave the restaurant, Bobby asked for the check when the waitress brought their coffees. He didn't want to stay any longer than necessary. The easy conversation they'd enjoyed during dinner was now stilted and they both quickly drank the alcohol-laced coffee. He barely glanced at the check before throwing down a few hundred dollar bills and getting up from the table. The waitress was getting a large tip, but it was better than waiting around for the change.
The cab ride back to her place was silent. Not exactly uncomfortable, but there was a palpable undercurrent of tension that made Bobby's senses hyper-aware.
He walked her up to her apartment and they stood at the open door, nervous and awkward.
"Would you like to come in for coffee … or a drink?" she offered the standard end-of-date invitation and it worked for him.
"Sure … coffee." He tried to give her a reassuring smile and he saw some of the tension flee from her eyes.
Once inside, he took off his jacket and draped it over one of the chairs. Alex hesitated then did the same before heading to the kitchen to make coffee, taking her beautiful bare skin with her.
Bobby didn't know whether to follow her or not. Earlier he'd said 'no pressure tonight', but she was giving off all kinds of signals. He knew he didn't need any more convincing. Telling himself to pay attention to whether or not she was really ready for this, he headed into the kitchen.
Her back was facing him and Bobby leaned against the doorway, knocking his head lightly against the wood frame. If she wasn't ready for this tonight, he needed to know quickly so he could get out of there.
Reaching down from the cabinet with two coffee mugs in hand, Alex turned and saw him walking toward her. Rather than put the mugs on the counter, she stood there holding them in front of her – eyes wide.
Bobby gently took the mugs from her and placed them on the counter before clasping both her hands in his. For long moments he just stood there, holding her hands and searching her eyes. "Alex, we don't have to do this toni-…" and he was silenced by her mouth on his. It took her standing on tiptoe, but she'd reached him – or maybe he had leaned into her, he couldn't tell and really didn't care.
His arms were around her waist and hers wound around his neck. He angled his mouth over hers and teased her lips with his tongue. That was all it took for her to open to him. Finally he tasted the wet, warm sweetness that was Alex. And all the fantasies he'd ever had couldn't compare with the real life moan she vibrated into his mouth. His left hand slid up her back to cradle her head as his tongue tasted and caressed her. He groaned when Alex started to suck and had to pull away to rein himself in, breathing hard and burying his face in her hair.
"Bobby," she sighed his name. He kissed the top of her head then brought his hands to her face and held her there so he could again search her eyes. No doubt. No hesitation. Only desire and … love. He would swear he saw love in her eyes and he knew … this would be about more than procreation and nothing could have fulfilled him more. A child – their child – conceived from love.
He dropped one hand to her waist, slid the other into her hair and this time pulled her to him gently – his tongue lapping at hers as their lips met and parted in soft, brief kisses.
The hand at her waist smoothed its way up her ribcage, his thumb sliding beneath the edge of the red silk until he felt the weight and curve of her breast resting against the crook of his hand. He moved his thumb to find the softer circle of darker flesh and the hardened nipple at its center. Alex sighed into his mouth and leaned into his body, pressing his thumb hard against her.
Groaning, Bobby squeezed her breast and pulled her mouth tight against his. He moved his hand to the back of her waist and worked to unbutton her wonderful excuse for a blouse. Once the buttons were free, he pulled away and slipped the bit of silk over her head.
Both large hands cupped her breasts and Bobby looked Alex in the eye. "You're beautiful," he whispered. She smiled, closed her eyes and gave her head a small shake. "No … hey … look at me." And she did. "You're beautiful, Alex."
Her eyes brightened and she swallowed hard. Bobby leaned down to capture her lips in a quick kiss, then leaned further to kiss the swell of each breast before taking the peaked tip of one into his mouth.
"Aaahhh … gaaawwd …" Alex leaned back against the edge of the counter and the base cabinets, gripping his shoulders. He didn't know if she was trying to hold herself up or hold him where he was, but as long as she was happy …
One hand left his shoulder and then he felt it on him, stroking through the fabric of his pants. Grunting against her breast, Bobby pushed into her hand and she squeezed as he rocked against the friction. With a gasp he pulled his mouth away from her and gripped her wrist to stop her.
"Two can play at that," his voice husked. He grabbed her other wrist and pulled both behind her, gripping them in one large hand. His free hand came to the front of her waistband, undid her button and pulled her zipper down far enough to slide his hand inside, under the elastic of yet another bit of silk and through her course curls.
Alex's eyes drifted shut and her head tipped back, exposing the column of her throat to him. He bent down to nip and suck at the sensitive skin beneath her jaw then dipped his hand just a little further down and curled one long finger …
Breath gusting from her mouth, Alex trembled against him as his finger worked her. A second finger joined the first and when he found her spot, Alex started to beg.
"Ohh … please Bobby … I need you … please …"
"You're small for me," he grumbled against her neck. "I need you wet."
"I am wet," she whispered into his ear before following her words with her tongue.
Bobby closed his eyes and groaned, "Not enough."
Alex whimpered when he removed his fingers from her and slid his hand out of her pants. He released her wrists and pulled her zipper all the way down. Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her pants and bikinis, he slid them down her legs as he lowered himself to his knees on the floor. Grasping her left calf, he lifted her foot and slipped the clothes off over her high-heeled sandal, then performed the same move with her right. As he started to slide her shoe off her foot, he changed his mind. Alex's naked legs in a pair of heels was too erotic an image to fuck with.
"I think I'll keep these on," he murmured as he placed her foot back on the floor.
Slowly his eyes trailed up her shins, past her knees and along her thighs to the dark vee at their juncture. He was so tempted to just bury his face there with no preamble, but he wanted to see the rest of her first – including her eyes.
Her stomach, her navel, along her waist. He could see her ribs rapidly expanding and contracting with her breaths. Her breasts, softly full – the peaked nipples enlarged from her surrogate pregnancy. The hollow of her throat that revealed her racing pulse. Lips parted … eyes heavy-lidded and dark, watching him.
It occurred to him that his current position of worship was fitting.
He brought his eyes back down to her thighs and watched his hands smooth up the muscles. As he neared the top, he splayed his fingers so his thumbs met with pliant flesh beneath springy curls and his fingers wrapped around each side of her pelvis. Using his thumbs to expose what he sought, Bobby leaned in and kissed her.
Alex's breath escaped her in a rush, followed by a gasp and a whimper. He felt one hand weave into his hair, her palm and fingers hot against his scalp. When he opened his mouth to tongue her, her body trembled and she moaned loudly.
Her hips started to rock into him and Bobby pressed her back against the kitchen cabinets, holding her in place as he controlled the tempo. He flattened his tongue against her and slowly stroked back and forth. Alex's hand clenched in his hair and she was now constantly panting broken words, "Ple … please … Bob … ee …"
The hand in his hair fisted and she tried to pull him away. "No …" she gasped.
"Yes," he demanded before pulling her to him and inserting his tongue as deep as it would go.
Alex screamed his name and shook in his hands, crying out with each wave of her orgasm. Bobby sucked and licked at her, drawing out her pleasure and bringing on a second orgasm as she again cried out for him.
When he felt her trembling hand release his hair and her body weakly lean back against the cabinets, Bobby gave her a final gentle kiss and stood up, sliding his hands to her waist to support her.
"Now you're wet enough."
TBC …