A/N: Definitely adults doing adult things – don't like – don't read. First time I've posted anything this explicit so constructive criticism most welcome – even if you hate the way I've written it, please, let me know what you think.
He didn't even try to resist any further, he wanted her too badly, had longed for her for too long to allow logic to override the wave of need that surged through his body as her tongue explored the dark recesses of his mouth. He couldn't remember ever feeling like this before. He'd waited so long to hold her, to kiss her like this; now it was actually happening it was better than all his imaginings. The taste of her mouth on his, the softness of her hair between his fingers, the way her body felt pressed up against his, was beyond anything he'd fantasised over the years
His free hand started to explore, gently caressing up and down her back. When she responded by unbuttoning his shirt and sliding her hands against his chest, he groaned into her mouth.
This time she broke the kiss, "Bedroom, now," she whispered her voice husky with need.
He stood up, taking her with him, her legs wrapping around his waist.
"You're sure about this?" he asked, setting off towards his room.
In answer, she kissed his neck, where his pulse jumped under his skin. "You've been waiting for this for almost four years, Bobby, and still you're asking?"
He smiled as he walked through the doorway into his bedroom, kicking the door closed behind them, "Just making sure I'm not dreaming. I'm expecting to wake up …." She nipped his neck, not gently, with her teeth. "Ow, Alex, what …"
"See you're not dreaming, you're not imagining this. This is real." She gave a wriggle and slid down his body, ensuring she pressed against his rapidly hardening erection as she lowered herself to the floor.
"Bobby, I need you to know something." She continued the task of unbuttoning his shirt that she'd started in the lounge. She looked up at him, seeing the hint of fear in his eyes. "I wanted you that night. I shouldn't have, I loved my husband and I was never unfaithful to him. Yet I didn't know you at all and I wanted you. Can you imagine how much I want you now, knowing you," she brushed a soft kiss against his now bare chest. "I love you so much, Bobby. I don't want to waste any more time."
He claimed her mouth once again, kissing her with every ounce of the want and need he'd been suppressing for so long.
"I love you Alex, more than I ever thought possible." He spoke against her lips, not wanting to move his mouth away from that soft haven that he already seemed to be addicted to.
'Enough talking,' Alex decided. She ran her hands over his upper body, feeling his flesh ripple under her touch. She pushed gently, sending her partner sprawling backwards onto his bed, more a matter of taking him by surprise than anything else. She looked down at him, an unmistakable gleam in her eye as she quickly divested herself of her outer clothes, leaving just her bra and panties in place before climbing on to the bed beside Bobby.
He watched her disrobe, illuminated by the light of the streetlamps through the window blinds, unable to take his eyes off her. As she moved onto the bed Bobby grabbed her around the waist and rolled over, pinning her beneath him as he ravished her mouth, his tongue demanding entrance, she opened to him, their tongues stroking along each other in an erotic duel, until the need for air forced their mouths apart. Then his mouth found a new occupation in investigating the sensitive skin of her neck, kissing, nipping, tasting; he extended his exploration, working his way down across her collarbones and shoulders, first to one side, then working his way back across to the other.
All the while his fingers gently brushed against the naked skin of her sides, stroking lightly from the waistband of her panties up to the lacy band of her bra and then back down again, in a maddeningly subtle caress. Never quite the same trail twice, he was driving her crazy, carefully keeping to those areas already exposed.
Her hands swept over his back, kneading at his muscles and tracing patterns on his skin. She had thought she would be at least partly in control of this but now she found herself completely overwhelmed by his man and the sensations he provoked in her body. Despite the fact he had yet to touch her intimately she could already feel a pleasant heaviness building in the bottom of her stomach.
'What the hell is he doing to me?' Alex thought as she heard another groan escape her, as Bobby brushed his lips across the upper curve of her breasts, above the line of her bra. The slight abrasion of his stubble coupled with the softness of his lips sent waves of heat through her body, making her arch upwards attempting to coerce a firmer contact between his mouth and her skin. He refused to be drawn, keeping up his slow, soft torture of her senses.
He worked his way back up to her mouth, barely brushing her lips with his own, murmuring declarations of love as he shifted himself over onto the bed beside her, fingertips tracing the same repetitive pattern across her abdomen.
She brought a hand up to his face, gently caressing his cheek as she returned his kisses and gasped her own endearments in response to his words. Then she recognised the symbol he was drawing on her stomach; a sideways figure eight - 'infinity'. As this realisation dawned she smiled against his lips and felt him smile in return.
"You mean that?" she whispered, feeling slightly awestruck that this amazing man was offering her forever, when she knew he could easily have his pick of women who in her opinion were far more beautiful and certainly more accomplished than she. The fact he would find such a unique and intimate way of communicating this to her clutched at her heart, warmed her soul and sent another shaft of desire shuddering through her body.
"Only if that's what you want." His voice was soft yet roughened by emotion. He drew back slightly to look at her. "I won't pressure you Alex, you mean too much to me for me to push for anything you're not ready to give." He leaned back in for another soft kiss before continuing to speak. "I need you in my life, as my friend, as my partner. I want you as my lover and I've waited a long time to be able to say that. I don't want to rush you but you do deserve the truth, Alex, and the truth is that you're everything to me. There hasn't been anyone else in a long time and, in all honesty, I can't imagine that there will ever be anyone else. You are my life, the only woman I will ever need for the rest of that life, I promise you that."
She stared at him, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears that her often reticent friend/partner, who found it nearly impossible to let anyone get close to him, would trust her so completely with his heart.
"Oh Bobby," she sighed, swallowing against the lump in her throat. "You are the kindest, gentlest, most incredible man I've ever met." Now she initiated another kiss. Soft at first until she pressed the tip of her tongue against his lips and he opened to her, once again allowing her to explore his mouth, even as he explored hers. She broke the kiss, sliding her mouth along his jaw. "Let me show you how much I love you."
Her hands went to the fastening of his trousers. She made short work of unfastening it and sliding the zipper down over the unmistakable bulge there. She allowed her fingertips to skim over his length, eliciting a deep groan from him, before returning her hands to his waist, rolling his trousers down over his hips then moving them down his legs, occasionally pausing to place soft kisses on the skin she revealed. Finally dropping his trousers onto the floor, along with his socks, she then worked her way back up stroking her fingers along the strong muscles of his calves, kissing and nipping at his thighs, skimming her fingers once more over the erection still encased within his boxers.
She revelled in the moans issuing from him as she worked her way up his torso, she teased first one and then the other nipple with her teeth and tongue. She was straddling his stomach now, as she kissed and licked her way up his neck, savouring the taste of his skin.
He could feel her heat against his stomach through the fabric that still separated them. He wanted nothing more than to simply tear that scrap of fabric aside and bury himself inside her but he was determined to retain some level of control, to make this impossibly sensual woman now sitting astride him feel like the goddess she was to him. He once again took control, buying one hand in her hair and pulling Alex mouth back to his. His other hand stroked down her back, this time he allowed it to slide further down, cupping her behind and squeezing softly, he marvelled at how she fit perfectly into his hand even as she squirmed against his body. He swallowed the whimpers coming from her, still astounded at her responsiveness to him.
As the kiss softened, he spoke, "Do we need …"
She cut off his question. "I went on the pill after Nathan was born. We don't need anything else unless you want it."
That was it, the thought of being able to make love to her with no barriers spurred him into action. His hand went from her hair to the clasp of her bra, which he unfastened with evident skill. He slid the straps down her arms and threw the lacy garment to the side of the bed. Rolling them both over he took one of her breasts in his mouth, rolling the stiffened nipple between his lips before nipping it gently with his teeth, unable to suppress a grin as he felt a moan rip through her. He cupped her other breast, his thumb moving over that nipple in time with his mouths actions against the first.
Meanwhile, his other hand slid her panties down, was he reached the rear juncture of her thighs he couldn't resist reaching his fingers forward, letting just the tips brush against soft, moist, heat. Now she reached down, finishing the job of removing her panties and kicking them off. She lay beneath him, completely naked and utterly aroused. She arched against him, wondering how much more of this she could take before the sensory overload killed her. Little did she realise he'd barely begun his planned devastation of her senses.
He moved his hand again, once more squeezing her buttocks, then caressing her hip, until finally he moved to her centre. He brushed lightly against her outer labia, sending pleasurable thrills through her, teasing her for a moment before carefully separating those swollen lips to reveal her moist inner folds and that small pulsing nub so few men seemed to find. He ran his index finger between her folds lubricating it before sliding it, almost cautiously, into her.
She jerked against his hand, needing more contact as she felt the fire burning deep inside her there. He didn't need telling twice, his thumb slid surely between her inner labia, finding her clitoris, sweeping soft circles around it as he plumbed her depths with his finger. He inserted his middle finger, gently caressing her inner walls and finding the spot he was looking for, at the same time increasing the pressure on her clit. She couldn't stand it any more, her hands knotted the sheet beneath her and her eyes closed as her body tried to deal with the intensity of the reaction he was instilling in her.
Both his hands and his mouth worked in perfect time, sucking, licking, caressing, nipping, thrusting; as he felt her tighten around his fingers. Her juices gushed over his hand and she screamed his name, her body spasming beneath his, her back arched and her hips thrust upwards. He took his mouth from her breast, placing feather-light kisses against her closed eyelids, even as he continued moving his fingers inside her, and his own hips thrust down to meet her upward motion, his still clothed member rubbing against her thigh. As her body began to relax he stilled his hands, allowing her a brief respite as the final tremors of her orgasm worked their way though her body.
"Open your eyes, Alex." She heard his whispered plea, somewhere far away from the dark haven where she was hiding. Her eyes fluttered open, meeting his dark gaze. "You okay?" his concern clear in his voice.
She nodded and drew in a deep breath. A smile broke across her lips, as her hands unknotted themselves and came up to reverently cup his face. "That was incredible," she whispered as she pulled his face down to hers in a lingering kiss.
"You, are incredibly beautiful when you come." He started to move his fingers within her again, enjoying the way her body immediately responded shifting beneath him to maximise the contact.
"Bobby, please let me …" he cut off her words with a hard, passionate kiss.
"No, I want to taste you." He growled, finally removing he hand from between her legs.
Alex's body almost short circuited again just at the way he said the words, the mixture of possessiveness and craving in his tone telling her how badly he wanted this. He started to work his way down her body, kissing his way along her curves until he was positioned between her legs.
Alex could hardly believe her body's response to his words, she had always found oral sex disappointing with past lovers. Joe hadn't liked that particular act at all, so it had never really been part of their sex life save for a couple of early 'failed attempts'. She had certainly never come close to reaching orgasm that way.
Now she found herself trembling with anticipation as Bobby gently nuzzled at her inner thighs, working his way inwards until he gently lapped and sucked at her outer folds. Small shockwaves pulsed through her as he took his time savouring her. Then he moved his mouth deeper, his tongue skimming her inner lips and reverently probing at her clitoris.
'Oh God, this is gonna kill me.' Alex screamed silently, unable to articulate anything more than a whimper. Her own arousal was heightened by the soft murmurs of pleasure Bobby made as he worked his mouth around her core. The man sounded as if he was tasting some particularly exquisite delicacy.
The heavy heat had returned to her stomach, small burst of lightning seemed to course through her body as he continued gently caressing her with his lips and tongue. Then he shifted his focus again, sliding his tongue inside her very centre, causing her to moan loudly, seemingly releasing her mouth from whatever had restricted it.
"Oh God, Bobby, that feels so good, please don't stop." One of her hands wound into the curls on top of his head, holding him in place as he continued thrusting his tongue deep inside her. "Never like this" she cried as she felt her second orgasm start in earnest, her walls closing around his tongue and her hips thrusting as she ground herself against his mouth.
He moved his tongue out of her, his lips closing around her clitoris, sucking hard he stroked his tongue across the bundle of nerves. Jolts of pleasure rocked her body once again, as she came apart at the seams she screamed her love for him at the top of her lungs and he lapped the juices she offered him, drinking them down as if they were the most delightful of nectars.
As her orgasm stilled, she raked her fingers through his hair, his head now lying on her stomach, which he was kissing softly, enjoying the feel of the muscles tremoring against his lips. He looked up at her, a deep-seated hunger still clearly visible in his eyes.
"You taste absolutely amazing. I think I may well become addicted."
"I've never … I mean … not that way." She stumbled over her words, still unable to form a coherent sentence.
He moved back up the bed, laying beside her again. He took her in his arms and looked deep into her eyes, seeing her confusion at what he'd just done to her.
"No one ever brought to climax that way before?" It was half a statement, half a question.
She shook her head, her expression suddenly shy. "You must think I'm some kinda inexperienced idiot." She muttered, dropping her eyes from his. She felt slightly ashamed of her admission, as though she were somehow to blame for her past lovers' failures to satisfy her in such a way. She had always been selective about who she slept with and could count those men on the fingers of one hand, including her husband, with fingers to spare.
He gently raised her chin, forcing her to meet his eyes once more. "I think you are the most wonderful, amazing, sensually responsive woman I've ever made love with. I also think I'm incredibly lucky that you're here with me like this. Alex, experiencing something new isn't something you should feel bad about. In fact, I get quite a kick out of knowing I'm the first man to give you that particular experience."
'I hope to introduce you to many more first time experiences.' He added silently, thinking of all the things he wanted to do with this woman.
"It doesn't bother you, that I've been 'picky', ya know, that I probably haven't done a lot of the things some of your other girlfriends have?" she asked quietly, feeling a need for further reassurance.
"Oh, darling, I like the idea that, for once, I'm not just one in a long list. To be honest, I'm glad you have been so selective, especially if it means I get to show you how you should have been treated all this time." He gazed at her, his love and desire for her flowing from his eyes and flooding her with a warm glow. "By the way, you do know I didn't actually sleep with every woman I dated, right?"
"You mean you're not as much of a Casanova as you've been painted on the Ladies Room wall?" she teased, her confidence returning.
"What?" he asked sharply, then he noticed the telltale smirk on her lips.
He kissed her, putting an end to any further conversation for a while. He cradled her against him, their mouths working frenziedly against each other, his hands seemingly unable to keep still as they stroked over her back and sides, occasionally moving down to cup her tight little behind.
Her own hands were no better behaved they explored every inch of him that she could reach, her fingers raking through the smattering of hair on his chest, then gently caressing his nipples. Eventually they worked their way down his back to the waistband of the boxers he still, frustratingly in her opinion, wore. She eased her hand down the back of this last barrier, raking her nailed across the firm muscle she encountered, causing him to thrust against her again. There was no mistaking the fact that he was more than ready for her.
"Bobby, please, I want to touch you, all of you." She murmured against his lips, as her hands worked the offending article of clothing down his hips, finally releasing his member. She worked his boxers down his legs with her toes, until he was able to kick them off.
The feel of his, finally, naked body against her own was exhilarating. His sizable erection pressed against her thigh and she brought her hand round between them as they continued kissing. Finding what she sought she caressed him from tip to root and back up, feeling him jerk in her hand.
'God he's big.' She'd never been with any man as physically large as her partner, always going out with men who didn't dwarf her the way he did. Whilst she was aware of the locker room gossip about his less obvious 'physical dimensions' she had never really given it much consideration before, despite her fantasies.
Now she found herself stroking the subject of said gossip, easily nine and a half inches in length and so solid in girth she couldn't quite manage to wrap her hand entirely around it. Yet she didn't feel at all apprehensive. The after effects of the two orgasms Bobby had already brought her to were still clear in her body. She was wetter than she could ever remember being for any man and every inch of her body was loose and relaxed. Bobby's constant stroking of her body was keeping her in an ongoing state of arousal such as she had never experienced and now she was especially thankful of that.
She kissed and licked at any skin within reach of her mouth as she fondled him, her hand running up and down his length, occasionally when she reached his base she feathered her fingers around his scrotum, gently cosseting his balls and feeling them tighten still further in response to her actions. Feeling his body shudder at what she was doing to him and hearing the masculine groans coming from his mouth she felt a sudden and overpowering need to taste him. She shoved lightly at his chest and he rolled onto his back.
She started working her way down his torso, her own body aching at the intense desire that was overwhelming her. She reached her destination and ran her tongue across his glands, savouring the salty, masculine taste of him. She kissed her way down his shaft, nuzzling at his sack when she reached the base. She flattened her tongue against the ridged underside and swept back up before taking the head of his penis between her lips and running her tongue all over that part of him now enclosed within her mouth.
"Oh yes, Alex, that's so good" he managed to moan.
Alex was extremely pleased at his response, this again was a rare act for her and knowing she could elicit such a reaction from her lover was causing her to become even more aroused.
She dropped her mouth lower down his shaft, whilst wrapping one hand around the bottom half of him, pumping gently in time with the movements of her mouth. Her other hand went to work between his legs, caressing his balls. One finger stretched back, stroking gently against his perineum and causing him to thrust slightly up into her mouth. Her tongue worked constantly, licking and caressing, her lips sucking was she moved her mouth further down then back up again, before dropping back down again, each time taking him a little further inside her.
She knew she must be doing something right, if the sounds coming from Bobby were any indication. He gasped her name, between moans and groans until finally he could stand it no more. She felt his hands beneath her arms as he quite literally lifted her mouth off of him and brought her once more up to his chest, rolling her onto her back in the process.
"I do something wrong?" she asked, the sly smile on her face telling him she knew she hadn't.
"On the contrary, much more of that and we'd have been into recovery time." He teased back.
Then his mouth was on hers again, as he used his knee to part her legs. Moist heat against his thigh told him all he needed to know as he positioned himself at her entrance. Gentle fingers brushed the hair from her eyes.
"I love you," he whispered, as he rubbed himself against her. He knew he would need the lubrication if he wasn't going to hurt her. The memory of how tight she had been around his fingers making him almost wary in his approach.
"Please, Bobby, I want you inside me." Her involuntary thrusts as he pressed against her clit telling him she was once more approaching her tipping point. 'Not again, never three times in one night, not even twice before now.'
He continued to press against her, his mouth once again playing havoc with the nerve endings in her neck.
"Bobby, I love you. Please I want to know what it feels like to have you inside of me." She pleaded, even as her nails dug into his back.
He shifted his hips back slightly. His erection was so hard he didn't need any manual assistance to align himself to her as he pressed forward slowly into tight, moist, welcoming softness and warmth.
If he'd been uncertain before, it was now definite. No other woman would ever compare to the one now in his bed, in his arms. He couldn't remember any woman ever feeling as perfect as she did and he'd barely entered her. He withdrew slightly then pressed forward again, further this time, gently opening her up to him and allowing her time to adjust. He continued this slow repetition until finally he was pressed tight against her body, fully sheathed within her.
Alex drew her legs up, tilting her pelvis and drawing him still further into her tightness. It was all he could do not to lose it right then, as her body began to shift against his, rocking gently as she moaned, her eyes closed once more, her own passion undeniable.
"God, Alex, your so tight. You feel so damn good." He kissed her, his tongue moving in the same rhythm as their hips now set, steady and gentle. He pulled his mouth from hers, "Oh, love, you're perfect. So hot, so wet and ready, you want this so badly don't you. Alex, open your eyes. Please."
Her eyes opened, fixing on his. He could see the fire burning in her, a fire no other man could ignite or quench. And he certainly intended to quench it. He speeded up his strokes and she matched his moves perfectly, as always keeping time with him.
As they sped up she gasped, "Oh yes, there, just like that."
The thrust harder into her, knowing she was nearing her peak again as she started to tighten around him. Her hips sped up still further, occasionally circling as he thrust fully into her, causing extra stimulation to her clit. She could feel him all the way up inside her, deeper than any other man had ever been. He filled her perfectly, his glands thrusting against her cervix, causing sensations she had never come close to experiencing before. He had prepared her so thoroughly that despite the differences in their sizes there was no pain beyond that which was pleasurable to her.
"Oh, god, Bobby, not again." she wailed, as yet another orgasm swept through her, she bucked beneath him wildly, losing all control of her body as the most intense climax of her life overtook her.
He lost control as she tightened almost painfully around him, he rammed into her repeatedly even as he pulled her more tightly to him. Somehow she managed to keep her eyes open and she watched his face as a thousand emotions played across his beloved features; his love, need, passion and countless others. He stared into her eyes as he emptied into her, seeing her love and need for him, her total acceptance of him as her lover.
Finally spent, he collapsed on top of her for a second before he tried to pull away, afraid he would crush her.
"Please, stay there." She murmured softly.
"I don't wanna squish you," came his soft reply.
"I like how this feels." She stroked his curls.
They lay there for a few minutes, savouring the afterglow of their loving.
Bobby kissed her, a gentle kiss that barely more than touched her lips as he finally withdrew from her and rolled onto the bed beside her, pulling her with him so that her head rested on his chest. He pulled the covers gently over them both.
"That was unbelievable." She ran her hand down his chest, enjoying the fact she was responsible for the film of sweat on his skin and only too aware of her own similar state.
He caressed her scalp, playing with her hair. "You think? Wait until I get my breath back, Eames. Then I'll show you unbelievable!"
A/N: Hope you like it ;)
