Chapter 5 - Unbelievable

Disclaimer: Nothing associated with LO:CI belongs to me. In fact very little at all belongs to me so please don't sue.

A/N: For BlueWolf2, Metisse et al who wanted to see whether Bobby was as good as his word.


Alex looked up at her partner, "You can't possibly mean you want more?" She couldn't help feeling slightly embarrassed at her question.

"Considering the fact I've been fantasising about getting you into my bed for the past four years, Alex, unless you've got other plans for the rest of the night, I most definitely want more." There was no hint of embarrassment in Bobby's voice and there was a very satisfied smile on his face as he met her eyes.

For once Alex Eames was speechless. "Oh," was all the response she could seem to muster. Joe had been rather a restrained lover, a definite one performance a night man, two or three nights a week. The two lovers she'd had before her marriage had been relatively short-lived relationships and the sex with both, whilst satisfying enough, had never been earth shattering nor exactly extensive.

"Alex," he turned onto his side so that he was facing her, continuing to stroke her hair as he spoke, sensing her embarrassment and seeking to reassure her, "you're a beautiful woman. You shouldn't be surprised that I want to make love to you again after waiting so long to be able to." He kissed her, not a hungry, demanding kiss as she expected but a gentle, almost questioning exploration of her lips by his.

"I meant what I said earlier, Alex, I won't pressure you. I may well try gentle persuasion," he kissed her again, just as softly, "but, ultimately, the decision is yours." He returned his lips once more to hers, unable to get enough of the taste of her mouth or the sensation of her lips against his.

"So, if were to say I've had enough for tonight, what happens next?" she asked, looking into his eyes as he finally released her mouth.

He smiled at her, then kissed her again before answering. "What happens next is I get to go to sleep with you in my arms, I hope, but if you'd rather have the bed to yourself I can still sleep out on the sofa." 'Not that I'd be getting much sleep either way.' he added silently.

"You really would do that wouldn't you?" she couldn't quell the burst of somewhat guilty happiness that went through her at the thought that he would deny himself the comfort of his own bed and the pleasure he obviously took in having her in his arms, if that was what she asked of him.

"I'd do anything for you, Alex, even before tonight." He kissed her again, forcing himself not to deepen the kiss beyond working her lips with his own.

He longed to explore her mouth with his tongue once more, to feel her tongue slide along his and return his exploration but he also needed her to be certain of what she wanted. He knew he could, quite easily, work her body into such a state of arousal she'd be willing to agree to anything he suggested but that wasn't what he wanted, not with her and certainly not after what they had just shared. Whichever way things went from here he wanted it to be Alex's decision.

He pulled back slightly so that he could see her face. "Right now I'll settle for just being able to hold you if that's all you want."

She stared at him, hearing the sincerity in his voice and seeing his love for her in his eyes. This time she initiated the kiss, her lips brushing softly against his before trailing along his jaw until she reached his ear.

"How about we settle for just laying here for a while. Maybe do a little necking." She allowed her lips to brush against his ear as she made the suggestion. "Then, perhaps, you could show me what else I've been missing out on these past few years."

He buried his face in the curve of her neck, his lips brushing lightly against her skin as he spoke, "I think I like the sound of that plan."


He gently sucked on her neck, not hard enough to mark her but with enough pressure to draw her warm skin into his mouth for him to taste it, the tip of his tongue caressing the morsel he held between his lips. He felt her shiver slightly in response and found himself wondering about just how limited her sexual experience might actually be. Even as he continued to taste and explore the sensitive skin of her neck and shoulders once more, he found himself replaying the events of the evening so far, trying to unravel the contradictory responses she was giving him. She hadn't lacked confidence when she had initiated their first kiss, nor when she had ordered him into the bedroom. The way she'd removed his shirt, then her own clothing before joining him on the bed spoke of a woman who knew what she wanted and certainly intended to get it. She had admitted her lack of experience when it came to oral sex although she had certainly been able to give him an incredible amount of pleasure both in her responses to his own ministrations of her and when she had taken him into her mouth.

He kissed his way up to her lips, savouring their gentle contact for a moment before slipping his tongue between them and feeling her open to him. He slipped his tongue into her mouth, lapping around every inch and relishing the flavours and textures he found within. Still his mind was working, she certainly didn't hesitate to return his mouth's attention, her own tongue sliding along his and exploring his mouth with a fervour he found extremely erotic. Yet he couldn't help but question her surprise at him wanting to make love to her again, not to mention her almost stunned reaction to him bringing her to more than one orgasm. Had she never had a lover who had shown her how amazingly sensual, just how downright sexy, she really was?

He didn't know how many lovers she'd had, besides her late husband, but he found himself thanking them for being such blind idiots. He fully intended to ensure that, now he had the opportunity, Alex would receive an extensive 'education' in exactly how she should be treated by a man. Of course, that education would technically be wasted, as he had absolutely no intention of ever letting any other man get anywhere near her, but he was determined to make up for the obvious shortcomings of those men who had gone before him in her life. He had never been a member of the 'roll over and go to sleep' school of lovemaking and now, with the incentive of having the only woman he had ever fallen completely in love with in his arms, he intended to make the most of every second.


He rolled onto his back, drawing Alex with him so that she completely on top of him. This gave him free access to her back. He had a sneaking suspicion that his petite partner had no idea of just how sensitive the skin of her back could be. He'd been sorely tempted whilst indulging her propensity for back rubs during her pregnancy to take advantage of the situation she was putting them both in and had spent more than one evening at her house fighting his baser instincts, as his hands slid over whatever thin layer of material acted as a barrier between her skin and his, listening to the soft moans of pleasure coming from her lips and feeling her flesh quiver beneath his fingertips. The situation was not helped by the fact that her pregnancy had made her no less attractive to him. Her obvious trust in him and his own feelings for her had been enough to stop him from taking advantage of her reaction to his hands working against the muscles of her back. Alex had joked it off, putting her response down to the hormones flooding her body, but he believed there was something more to it, not that he had said anything at the time. Now he had the opportunity to find out which of them had been right.

Keeping his right hand in her hair and continuing to kiss her, he allowed his left hand to start thoroughly exploring her naked back. He started by trailing fingertips lightly across the back of her shoulders, then tracing the outline of first one shoulderblade and then the other, causing a small moan to escape Alex's lips. He moved his right hand down from the back of her head, gently massaging her neck for a moment before starting to work both hands up and down the length of her spine. Drawing soft circles with his fingertips he caressed her from between her shoulders working his way slowly down to just above her hips before retracing his route back up to her shoulders. He repeated the process, taking great delight in feeling her muscles shiver beneath his long, dexterous fingers. She continued kissing him, breaking her mouth away from his occasionally to trail kisses along his jaw, seemingly oblivious to the soft moans that were escaping her lips. He smiled softly, satisfied that he had been correct in his conjecture, her entire back was a network of minor erogenous zones.

As his hands worked their way down her back once more, her mouth worked its way down his neck, her lips and tongue exploring as they went. When he reached her hips this time he kept going, bringing his hands down to cup her behind, his fingertips digging possessively into her flesh as he kneaded it. By now her mouth had found the juncture of his neck and shoulder, in response to his hands' actions she groaned against this sensitive spot for a second before giving into an overwhelming urge and sucking hard against his skin. Her small hands, which had been softly caressing his shoulders now gripped almost harshly, her nails digging in slightly. A groan escaped his throat and his hands tightened further on her flesh, as he fought to control his reaction to her, knowing he had a lot longer to last before he was done with her this time.

His right hand continued kneading, whilst his left slid further down, gripping her just above the knee and drawing her leg up, thereby opening her centre to him as he slid his hand back up, his fingers continuing to draw tiny circles, this time on the flesh of her inner thigh. His right hand now worked its way up her back again, reaching the back of her head he guided her mouth back to his, kissing her tenderly and murmuring his love for her against her lips. The fingers of his left hand continued to caress her thigh, occasionally brushing against her outer labia.

She pulled her mouth away from his. "What …" she panted slightly, "what are you doing?" she seemed dazed by her own responses.

"I'm fairly sure it's something you're enjoying." He grinned up at her, ceasing his hand's motion on her thigh for a moment. "Of course, if you want me to stop …" he let the comment hang.

She shook her head before bringing her mouth back to his, kissing him hungrily as her hips started to squirm, trying to get his hand to move closer to her centre. When his hand resisted her attempted manoeuvring, she broke their kiss, staring down at him with obvious frustration in her eyes.

"Oh no, Alex, you're gonna to tell me what you want. I want you to tell me what you like, or equally what you don't. What you want me to do and when you want me to stop." He pulled her face back down, kissing her with as much passion and hunger as she had just displayed. "I'm not about to risk there being any misunderstandings between us, not when it comes to what gives you pleasure or makes you uncomfortable."


She stared at him, disbelief written all over her face. Joe had hated it when she spoke during their lovemaking, something he had made completely clear to her early in their relationship. It hadn't bothered her that much, she'd never been particularly verbal during sex in any case. She might not have a problem coming out with some off the cuff innuendo in the squad room or bar but she had never had a man ask her to direct him during a sexual encounter before.

"You actually want me to talk … while we're … while we're having sex." She managed to get the words out before he kissed her again, stealing her breath and addling her brain.

"I want you to talk to me whilst we make love." He emphasised the last two words, kissing her again and enjoying the feeling of her tiny body squirming on top of his large frame. He'd never had a lover as petite as his partner and the difference in their sizes was something he found tremendously erotic. "I intend to make love with you, Alex. This is about more than just physical release for me and I'm certain that's mutual. Now, I could work on a basis of trial and error. For instance, I'm fairly sure you want me to do something like this." He finally moved his left hand to the very top of her inner thigh, before bringing it to rest against her centre, his middle finger spurring surely between her folds and finding her clit, which he began to circle gently as he continued speaking to her.

"But, of course, I could be mistaken and you may have wanted me to slide my finger into you." He kissed her again, keeping the contact light, moving his lips against hers in time with the stroking of his finger over her clit. Then he pulled her head back, trailing his lips down her throat until they rested against her pulse point. Not pulling his mouth away from her skin, he spoke. "Tell me, Alex, should I continue like this or do you want something else. I liked it when you spoke to me before, when you told me you wanted me inside you, and how good it felt as we made love. You don't need to hold back with me, I don't care if you scream and swear, if you issue orders, simply state preferences or tell me how I'm making you feel. I want to hear your voice, Alex. I need to know what you want me to do next." He could feel her response in the thundering of her pulse against his lips and the warmth between her legs, not to mention the way her body squirmed atop his.

He brought his mouth back to hers, kissing her again, his tongue pressing into her mouth and stroking around that moisture and warmth in the same way he was looking forward to stroking his tongue around her core once more. He kept his tongue and the movements of his finger across her clit in time with each other, wanting to encourage her body, if not her mind, to remember the sensations his mouth had caused against her most sensitive parts.

She broke free of his mouth seeking air, gasping for breath, her words came in short pants. "Please, Bobby … it feels … so good when you … touch me like that … don't stop."

She raised her other leg, tilting her pelvis slightly backwards to give his hand even better access, and he continued to tease the small pulsing nub beneath his fingertips; circling it, stroking over it, pressing it gently, then capturing it between two fingers and squeezing with just enough pressure to almost cause her pain, but not quite enough to actually hurt. He was particularly pleased with her response to that move.

"Oh, damn … that's … oh yes … wonderful." She panted against the crook of his neck, where she had once more buried her face. Her body pressed itself more firmly down onto his, her nipples, already hardened and erect, pressing into the firm muscle of his chest, as if attempting to relieve some of the pressure he could feel building within her.

"That's it, sweetheart, tell me." He encouraged her, his words slightly muffled as her kissed her hair, then buried his nose in the silky strands and inhaled her body's scent, now muskier than usual as a result of her arousal. "Do you want more?"

"Yes …" she panted, then whimpered as he squeezed again, causing her body to quake in response. "Inside … want to feel …" her hips thrust against his hand, "… feel your fingers … inside me again."

He withdrew his hand from her warmth, squeezing her buttock and feeling her grind against his stomach in response. "I want you to sit up, Alex. I want to see your face when you come."

She shook her head where it still nestled against his neck. He raised his knees, shoved the blankets aside and, wrapping his hands gently around her ribcage, lifted her so that she was sitting on his stomach using his legs as a backrest. She kept her eyes closed, as if to try and hide from him. His hands ran down the sides of her body until he reached her hips, which he tilted forwards revealing her glistening folds beneath a neatly trimmed patch of hair. He stroked his fingers up and down the sides of her body for a moment, speaking softly to her as he caressed her.

"I like to watch, Alex, you know that. If you really do feel uncomfortable like this, then you can lie back down, I won't stop you and I won't force you into something you really don't want."

His hands were now level with her breasts and he gently ran his thumbs over the soft swells of their sides, barely making contact with the skin there. He watched captivated by her reaction to him, as her chest thrust forward, nipples visibly hardening even more, one of her hands started to rise from where it rested against his abdomen, then froze in midair as she realised what she was doing. Her eyes flew open and met his expecting to see shock, maybe distaste, certainly not the excitement and desire she found.

"You want to touch yourself." He took her hovering hand and placed it almost reverently against the upper slope of her breast, guiding it downwards until her fingers brushed against the stiffened peak. His other hand trailed downwards and as her own fingers made contact with her nipple, his fingers once again made contact with her clit, brushing firmly against that sensitive spot as he lubricated them ready to enter her.

"I want you to be able to do whatever gives you pleasure. If you want to try something, try it. I'm not going to judge anything you do here, Alex. If you enjoy it then it can't be a bad thing." He felt her relaxing as he spoke, her body easing back against his legs more comfortably. He let go of the hand at her breast, gratified when she continued stroking and tweaking her nipple. His eyes returned to her face, drinking in the soft smile on her slightly parted lips and the unmistakable arousal in her half closed eyes.

"I could watch you like this all night, Alex." He murmured.

"Please, Bobby, I want your fingers in me." Her voice was barely more than a whisper.

He slid his index finger into her, seeking and finding several of her internal pleasure points and making her hips thrust against his hand. He shifted his feet down the bed slightly, laying her further back and in the process causing her free hand to slide upwards onto her inner thigh beside where his own hand worked to pleasure her. Her fingers started to brush against the sensitive skin there in time with her other hand's motions on her breast.

"Mmm … more … want you to … fill me." She was beginning to pant again, as her arousal intensified.

"Whatever you want, sweetheart." He slid his long middle finger into her, sweeping around her walls before pressing against her g-spot, eliciting a groan from her as her entire body shuddered in response.

The hand on her breast tightened its grip, kneading now rather than stroking, and the one on her thigh slid to her centre, finding her clitoris and starting to rub it tentatively, as her hips moved in almost lazy circles, encouraging his fingers' explorations.

"That's it, baby," his voice was husky with desire as he became increasingly turned on from seeing her respond to his touches and words, better yet was watching her relax and allow herself to touch her own body. "You want more don't you. Talk to me, Alex."

The tip of her tongue slid across her lips wetting them, before she found her voice again. "Use your other …" she gasped as he pressed against her g-spot again, "other hand on … my breast."

Her voice was becoming thick with arousal and the underlying note of uncertainty it had carried was fast disappearing, as she continued to see nothing but acceptance, approval, love and desire in his eyes. That he continued to encourage her to talk, almost to the point of demanding it from her was liberating for her, allowing her the possibility of exploring areas of her sexuality she had previously repressed or simply been unaware of.

He brought his right hand round from where it rested against her ribs, cupping her neglected breast and running his thumb over the nipple. The visual effect from his viewpoint, the contrast between his hand on one breast and hers on the other, was enough to send a shudder of desire through his body. He could feel himself starting to harden as his body reacted to his lover's arousal. He continued working his fingers within her, in time with his hand now on her breast. She carried on kneading her breast, her other hand continuing to caress her clit, her strokes becoming more confident, her hips thrusting and circling as her body sought some relief from the tensions within.

"Bobby, I need … more …" she could barely believe she was doing this, nevermind saying these things.

He pressed a third finger into her, her walls stretching to accommodate his thick digits. She wasn't used to feeling so full and the added pressure within her was all it took to set her orgasm into action. He felt her walls tighten around his fingers and thrust them harder into her, stroking firmly against her g-spot at the same time. She threw her head back, a wordless wail stretching her mouth as the first intense wave of her orgasm washed over her, her hands falling away from her body as it arched, her head falling back as she momentarily lost control of her body. His fingers continued to work within her and his other hand grasped at her breast.

"Don't stop, Bobby, please don't stop." She ground herself against his hand, as she found her voice.

He released her breast, taking the hand that had fallen from between her legs and placing it back there, using her fingers to further stimulate her pulsing clit. Her other hand returned to her breast, squeezing and kneading, even as her orgasm continued to reverberate through her. He returned his hand to her empty breast, squeezing and kneading in rhythm with the action of her hand on its neighbour.

"That's it, sweetheart, show me how you like it." He encouraged.

She brought her head forward, looking into his eyes, "This feels so amazing … I've never …" her voice failed her as her body spasmed again, the combination of her hands and Bobby's working her body to a second equally intense climax, before the first was truly over.

This time she could take no more. As the spasm released her body, she collapsed forward onto his chest, shivering from head to toe unable to move, her hands still between them. Bobby slid his hand that had worked her breast around to her back, using it to hold her steady, whilst he continued to work his fingers within her, slowing and softening his movements and drawing out her pleasure, until he felt her walls relax around his fingers and her body go completely lax as she lay on him. He finally withdrew his fingers from her, sodden with her juices, which now flowed freely from her centre coating her thighs and his stomach where she straddled him. A small mewling sound escaped her lips, half a protest at the sudden sensation of emptiness and half a demand for more. He tightened his arm around her and kissed her forehead tenderly.

"Don't worry, baby, there's more. You just need a moment." He whispered.

She snuggled herself more tightly against him, her arms coming up from between their bodies and wrapping around his neck. She tilted her head up so she could see his face and watched, fascinated, as he brought the hand that had been inside her to his mouth and started to lick her juices from his fingers, smiling at her as he did so.


He allowed her a few minutes respite, knowing from her exclamations during their earlier lovemaking that she was unaccustomed to dealing with multiple orgasms. He stroked his hands gently up and down her back, keeping her level of arousal steady, whilst the tremors running through her lessened and her breathing became regular. Confident that she would now be ready for him to continue he rolled them both over, kissing her tenderly as she came to rest beneath his body once more.

She shuffled under him until she felt the length of his erection pressing between her open folds and pressing against her still softly pulsing clit, rubbing against him and enraptured at the groans of pleasure her actions elicited from him. She shifted again taking the first couple of inches of him into her core, expecting he would now be ready to make love her again. She was surprised when he drew back, breaking their kiss as he withdrew his penis from her.

"No, need to rush things, Alex." He grinned at her, dropping a quick kiss onto her lips. "Unless you're absolutely set on skipping the next course. Although I must admit your enthusiasm is very flattering and I am tempted to take you up on the offer." As if to emphasise his point he slid back into her, forcing himself to hold back when he reached the halfway point and she tightened around him; the pulsing of her walls, the warm flow of her juices around his member and the soft mewling noise coming from her lips testing his self-control to the limit, as he held himself still within her for a moment, kissing her hungrily and savouring the feel of her around him, before withdrawing again.

She stared up into his eyes, seeing his passion, his need for her and wondered why he was denying himself. "I … I don't understand … why … what next course?"

"In case you haven't noticed, I rather like the taste of you." He kissed her lips, running the tip of his tongue over them. "Your mouth …" He trailed his lips down her neck, his tongue darting out to sample various points as he progressed downwards. "Your skin …" He continued kissing his way down until he reached her breasts, nuzzling and nibbling every inch of one before taking its rock hard nipple into his mouth and sucking hard.

"Oh god, Bobby …" she gasped as bolts of delight shot from her nipple throughout her body, settling in her clit, seeming to make not just that one small part of her, but her entire core, pulse with pleasure.

"I really like the taste of your breasts, and they're double the treat." He kept his lips against the sensitised skin of her breast as he spoke, before he moved his head across to repeat the process on her other breast.

"That feels fantastic." She groaned as he sucked her second nipple into his mouth.

He looked up at her, running his tongue over her taut peak before releasing it. "It tastes fantastic as well." He smiled at her before returning his lips to her skin. He worked his way down her abdomen at an almost leisurely pace, his lips and tongue seemingly determined to taste every square inch of flesh. She could almost feel her body melting as the heat within her rose, her fingers wove through his curls caressing his scalp and she murmured endearments and encouragement between gasps and moans.

At last he reached his objective, arranging her thighs over his shoulders and allowing her legs to rest along his back, his lips lightly caressed all around her outer folds, still swollen and open from their earlier activity. He raised his head for a moment, capturing her eyes with his own.

"I was right last time. You do taste amazing and I think I am addicted."

He returned is attention to her centre, his mouth and tongue working their way once more around her outer folds before he started to lap at her inner labia. Her flavour this time was slightly different, but the hint of him left over from their earlier intimacy did nothing to detract from the pleasure he took in tasting her. If anything the reminder of how her heat felt around him and the intensity of the pleasure they'd shared served to heighten his enjoyment, driving him to redouble his efforts as he swiped his tongue around the outer edges of her core. He kissed, caressed, nibbled and sucked all around her centre with the exception of where he knew she most needed him to be. Occasionally he allowed himself to slip his tongue inside her, lapping up the juices that were now flowing freely from her and relishing their flavour.

Waiting until he was sure she could stand his teasing no longer, he listened to her panting, her words almost lost in the heaviness of her breathing as she continued murmuring to him. Then came the words he had anticipated hearing.

"Please, Bobby, make me come." She panted, head rolling from side to side against the pillow.

His raised is mouth from her, causing her to make that wonderful mewling sound he was so beginning to enjoy drawing from her. "How, Alex, tell me how."

He returned his mouth to her folds, lapping and licking, his tongue caressing to either side but never directly over her clit.

"Suck me … suck my clit …" she panted, then let loose a deep moan as his lips captured her nub, sucking hard, his tongue making up for its neglect, as it licked and probed, gently sliding back the hood over the tiny organ and opening it fully to his ministrations. He sucked harder, drawing the pulsing bundle of nerves completely clear of its sheath then holding it gently between his teeth, allowing him to use his tongue to caress the supersensitive cluster of flesh and nerves.

Alex had never felt anything like this in her life, her hips bucked and her vagina pulsed, the pleasure he was causing her so intense it was on the edge of being pain.

"Oh my god … what are …" she got no further, as he repeated his skilful swipe of his tongue against her uncovered clit.

Her body arched up off the bed, head now thrashing, her heels digging into his back, as she screamed, "Oh yes … definitely yes."

Juices literally squirted from her core, surprising even Bobby. He was aware of female ejaculation, had even managed to cause the reaction in one past bed partner, but he hadn't expected such an intense response from Alex, believing her inhibitions would hold her back from enjoying his attentions so fully. He released her clit from between his teeth, kissing it softly and being rewarded with another gush of juices against his chin. His mouth descended now to her opening, kissing and lapping, drinking her juices and revelling in the sheer quantity of this wonderful nectar she was presenting him with.

Had it not been for the throbbing ache between his own legs he honestly believed he could have stayed there, lapping at her, for the rest of the night. Once again he continued his attentions to her, drawing out her pleasure, and his own, until he felt her body relax. Then he kissed his way back up her, as previously stopping to pay particular attention to the sensitive skin of her breasts. On reaching her mouth, he hesitated, aware of her juices still around his mouth and chin, and her flavour still strong on his tongue. She pulled his face down to hers, her tongue flicking out to sample the juices around his mouth before she brought her lips to his and kissed him deeply, her tongue gliding around the inside of his mouth, reacquainting itself with every point it could reach.


The need for oxygen drove their mouths apart and he found himself looking down into eyes that once again showed confusion.

"Alex, sweetheart, what's wrong." He shifted off of her, leaning on one elbow so that he could still see her face, he rested his chin on his hand, the fingers of his other hand gently caressing the side of her face.

"I'm … I'm sorry … that's never happened before." The uncertainty had returned to her voice.

'Another first time experience, I am going to enjoy teaching you exactly what you're capable of, Alex.' He thought to himself, as he carefully considered his next words. He kissed her, holding back the hunger coursing through his body, instead pouring all the tenderness and love he felt for her into this kiss.

"If I'm very, very lucky, that will happen again, and often." He whispered as he pulled slowly back from her, making sure she was looking into his eyes as he spoke. "Most women don't experience, or maybe aren't capable of experiencing, that particular form of orgasm, Alex. The fact that you were aroused enough and felt sufficiently relaxed," just staring into her eyes, seeing her confusion giving way as his words reassured her and watching her passion replace it, was enough to drive the rest of his carefully crafted reassurance from his mind. "Alex … that you trusted me enough to let yourself go like that … god, Eames, I love you."

He brought his mouth down to hers, this time letting his need for her dominate the kiss, his tongue invading her mouth and stroking strongly against the length of hers. The hand that had supported his head slipped behind hers, drawing her mouth more firmly against his as his fingers wove between the strands of her hair. His other hand slid down grasping her hip and turning her body against his. Her leg moved up over his hip as he turned her body, allowing his erection to press against the heat and moisture at the juncture of her thighs.

An almost animalistic growl rumbled through his chest as his hips thrust against her and she gasped as he rubbed himself between her folds, his rigid flesh sliding against sensitised nerves. His hand now gripped her thigh moving it higher on his hip before it moved to her buttock pulling her as close against him as it was possible to get without actually entering her. His fingers dug greedily into her flesh as she drew back slightly before rubbing herself along his length, her juices coating him. As she reached his base she pulled her mouth away from his.

"Don't you dare …" she gasped, as she continued to pump her hips, spreading the liquid almost spilling from her core along his throbbing length, preparing him to enter her, her words came in short spurts, in time with the motion of her body "… try and tell me … you want to … wait any longer … Bobby Goren."

She pressed her mouth to his, opening his lips with her tongue and sucking his tongue into her mouth and caressing it with hers, she continued to rub herself up and down his length, sucking his tongue and pumping her hips in perfect rhythm. Feeling him swell even more and feeling, rather than hearing, another deep growl rumble through his chest, she released his mouth. Feeling more confident than she ever had during sex with any man, she issued an ultimatum.

"You're turn to tell me, Bobby. Are you going to make love to me again or do I have to find some other way to relieve your tension?" She gave him no time to answer before her mouth was back on his, sucking at his tongue once more and making her intended alternative clear.


For a moment he was almost tempted to test her resolve, as she wrapped her tongue around his in the same way she had wrapped it around his erection earlier. Then she drew her hips back just a little further than on her previous strokes along his length, causing his tip to nestle against her open slit. Her juices spilled over the head of his penis, her pelvis tilted slightly and she slid towards him, once again drawing just the first couple of inches of him into an almost unbearable tightness and heat.

He rolled, her mouth still doing amazing things to his, until she was laying beneath him. Both her legs now wrapped around his waist and her arms tightened around his neck. She released his mouth once more, kissing along his jaw, when she reached his ear she nipped the lobe before caressing the shell with her lips, whispering as she did so.

"Well, Bobby, are you going to tell me?" she pumped her hips gently, not quite letting him slip from her but not drawing him any further into her on her upward stroke.

"I swear, Alex, I've never known a woman like you." He groaned as she undulated against him, controlling each withdrawal and penetration to perfection, her breasts pressing against his chest in counterpoint to the motion of her pelvis. "I want to make love to you."

He kissed her, spilling every ounce of his four years of longing into her in that one kiss, which she returned with equal fervour.

"I'm so glad you said that," she whispered as their mouths parted.

He intended to take his time entering her, as he had the first time, allowing her to adjust around him. He slid slightly further into her then started to withdraw. Alex anticipated his move and, instead of relaxing her legs to allow his withdrawal she tightened them around him and thrust her pelvis completely off the bed, taking his entire length at a single stroke. Just as it seemed she couldn't possibly accommodate all of him so quickly, her pelvis tilted, her muscles flexed and she felt his scrotum pressing against her outer margin. A yell of triumph and passion rolled from her mouth as her hips slammed against his and his glans banged, almost painfully, against her cervix.

As she yelled, he shouted, "Oh god, Alex, you're incredible."

He kissed her, his hips pumping gently and hers circling each time he filled her. She held him tight against her, her knees and ankles holding him hostage and allowing him only a few scant inches of movement. He made the most of what little freedom her limbs permitted him, making each small thrust count and circling his pelvis in time with hers, delighting in the way her inner muscles contracted in response. Meanwhile he scattered gentle kisses across every inch of her face and neck, whispering to her between kisses; telling her how beautiful she was, how wonderful she felt around him, that no one had ever been this responsive; a seemingly endless spiral of words, countless variations of 'I love you', 'you're my soulmate', 'you're gorgeous' and 'this feels fantastic', without repetition or resorting to cliché. He called her 'Alex', 'sweetheart', 'angel', 'baby', 'darling', even 'Eames' slipped out a few more times. She was 'beautiful', 'gorgeous', 'stunning' and innumerable other things besides. He switched between English, Italian, German, whichever of the languages he knew that surfaced in his brain at any particular moment. Every phrase and endearment that passed his lips, whether she understood what he was saying or not, bolstered her confidence, encouraging her to continue both to move and speak, reassuring her of his feelings and cementing her own feelings for him still further.

She murmured to him in return, as her hands stroked his shoulders and her fingers wove through his hair, her lips and tongue caressing and tasting whatever skin her mouth could reach. He was 'Bobby', 'my love', 'darling', inevitably 'Goren' and a seemingly endless stream of pet names, as she told him how deeply she loved him, how long she had wanted him, that she needed him not only as her lover but as her best friend. She whispered, repeatedly and in various ways, that he was the best lover she'd ever had and how wonderful he made her feel, how completely he fulfilled her emotionally, as well as satisfying her physically, as no one else ever had.

She felt him swelling, thickening further, at her words and the slow easy motion of their bodies against each other. He felt the flow of her juices, ever increasing, around him; her walls expanding to accommodate him then contracting greedily about him, as if her body were trying to consume him. Her limbs remained snug around his body, limiting their mutual fields of motion. They continued like that for what seemed to Alex like an eternity, then Bobby's mouth was on hers, kissing her into silence, his body suddenly motionless against hers. As their lips separated they stared into each other's eyes, easily reading the love, passion, acceptance, desire and need they both felt.

"I need more room, Alex," he whispered, one hand moving down to stroke the soft skin of her thigh where it wrapped around him. "Let me remind you what I can do to you."

He pressed himself even deeper into her, circling his hips as he reached his limit. She gasped as his glans caressed her cervix at the same time as the rough thatch of hair around his base rubbed across her clit. Her walls rippled around the length of him and her nails raked across the skin of his shoulders as she arched against him. Her legs slackened their hold, allowing him the space he asked for. His hips pumped back, almost to the point of withdrawing from her completely. He held back for a moment, feathering soft kisses and gentle nibbles across her breasts, then he thrust into her again, his action smooth and sure, sheathing himself within her to the hilt, both of them groaning at the sensation of him entering her afresh.

His forehead rested against hers, his eyes locking with hers as he repeated his near withdrawal. She mewled in protest, her hips trying to follow his but one strong hand now held her down, the other supporting his weight at the elbow whilst his fingers lightly caressed the side of her face and played with her hair. This time as he thrust forward he took her mouth as well as her body, his lips almost crushing hers and his tongue demanding entrance. The sensation of his dual penetration almost overwhelmed her and she sucked greedily at his tongue as her core tightened around him almost painfully, a rippling sheath around his hardness.

Feeling how she tightened, her body arching, breasts thrusting against his chest, he knew she was getting close to her tipping point again. Still fully within her, he rolled them over so that she once more straddled him.


Releasing her mouth he asked, "When did you last ride a man until you came, Alex?"

He was stunned by her response. "Not since before my marriage, then only once, none of them liked this position much."

Her hips rolled against his as she spoke, instinct driving her actions as gravity pulled her even tighter down onto her lover. He eased her upwards so that she was once again sitting, this time with his erection inside her instead of his fingers. He thrust up into her, watching enthralled as her teeth sank into her bottom lip, his hands wrapping around her hips to steady her.

"I … really … like … this … position … Alex." He growled, each word punctuated with another thrust.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands gripping against the bottom of his ribs as she pumped her hips in response to his thrusts. "Bobby … I don't … know if I … can take … much more … of this." Her words in time with their motion.

He felt her grow tighter around him with each thrust and pump. "Just … do … what … works … for … you … angel."

As if she had been awaiting his permission, she straightened up completely, pumping down, one delicate hand sliding between her legs to part her folds and expose her clitoris, she moved her hand out of the way as she neared the base of his shaft. She ground down on him, hips circling, his erection hitting against every pleasure point along her walls, his glans stimulating her cervix and giving rise to a flood of sensations unlike anything she'd experienced in this position previously. Her exposed clit rubbed against the coarse hair at his base, tickling and scratching all in one wonderful sensation.

"This … feels … too … good." She panted, as she pumped her hips and he thrust in response. She ground against him each time she reached his base, her movements growing more erratic until she stopped pumping and started to circle her hips in an almost frenzied motion. Then her back arched, her hips rolled back and forth over his, seeking to stimulate her clitoris and he thrust upward, ramming himself as deeply into her as he could as she walls tightened excruciatingly around him and she screamed his name. Her hips continued rolling as her orgasm swept through her, wave upon wave of ecstasy ripping through her body, as she continued to cry out his name, over and over.


She tried to lean forward to kiss him, only to collapse onto his chest. His hands moved up her back holding her tightly to him as she found herself being rolled over again.

"I love you, Alex." He told her, kissing her gently, as he laid her down on the bed once more.

"You are amazing." She whispered.

He kissed her again. "That, my love, was all you."

"Not quite all." She countered, as he started to move within her once more.

She was surprised when he didn't thrust into her urgently, seeking his own release but instead kept his motion slow and gentle, almost reverent. She thrust upward trying to encourage him to move faster only to find his hand once more on her hip holding her body in check, his thumb stroking her skin to the same languorous rhythm as he was setting within her. She was still trembling slightly from her last orgasm but already she could feel her body responding to his gentle request, the seemingly unquenchable heat within her building as she felt him fill every inch of her with his own throbbing heat, his tip nestling and nudging against her cervix each time he moved his body against her own.

He kissed her, gently brushing his lips over hers then trailing soft kisses down her neck until he reached the point where it joined her shoulder. He started to nibble and suck at the sensitive skin there, hearing her breathing quicken as he did so. This time, instead of being careful not to mark her, he sucked harder giving in to the urge he'd held in check since she'd first straddled him in the lounge. He suckled hungrily at her flesh, knowing he would leave a mark on her skin, unable to resist leaving some visible evidence of his passion for her on her body, some reminder that she would see when she looked at herself in the mirror next morning.

Releasing her flesh from his mouth, he soothed the reddened skin with his tongue, then moved down, his lips caressing gently until he came to her collarbone, where he repeated the process. He worked his way down to her breast laving her nipple with his tongue before nipping it gently and listening to the soft groans and mumbled words of passionate approval that were again spilling from his lover's lips. His lips curved into a smile as he released the taut peak.

'My lover,' he thought as he moved his mouth against the soft curve of her breast. Again sucking and nibbling just hard enough to mark her flesh. 'My lover, my partner, my friend, my world'. It wasn't about him possessing her, it was about how deeply she possessed him, how completely he had been hers even before tonight, how she'd finally brought him a sense of peace as she'd lain against him after they'd made love the first time. 'Mine now, always, please let it be always.'

At this thought his hips started to shift more urgently and he moved his mouth back to hers, kissing her passionately. Alex felt the slight edge of desperation in his kiss, responding just as passionately. As their lips parted from each other, she brought her hands to his cheeks and stared into his eyes, seeing the depth of his need for her clearly written there.

She kissed him gently, then whispered. "No one else, ever. I love you, Bobby, more than I'll ever be able to tell you. I need you, as my friend and as my lover. I want you like I've never wanted anyone in my entire life."

She kissed him again, harder this time, as if she could make him believe her words simply through the action of her lips on his. Her hips pumped in time to his increasingly urgent thrusts.

"You meant it, all of it didn't you, Bobby. I mean it as well, this is it for me, I'm yours Bobby, for as long as you want me." A groan escaped her lips as he thrust even harder into her, as if trying to make their bodies a single entity. She felt her body begin to quake again in response to his movements. "Oh God, yes Bobby. I'm yours, only yours, always yours."

His mouth was on hers again, his lips working almost harshly against hers as he felt himself swell still more within her, stretching her walls still further to accommodate him. He swallowed the gasps and groans coming from her as she shifted under him, her own thrusts as urgent as his, her walls seeming to tighten and expand all at the same time, rippling around him and caressing his length. He couldn't take any more, he felt his balls drawing up and his shaft swelling larger than he'd ever experienced before. He knew he must be dieing because nothing on earth could possibly feel like this. He'd thought she couldn't possibly get any wetter or hotter or tighter around him but she did.

He ripped his mouth from hers drawing breath only to release it almost immediately as he shouted her name and his love as reality split and he spilled into her again, hearing her scream his name in response, as he felt her own juices squirt against his shaft even as he continued to pump into her. He stared down into her tearstained face, fearing for a moment he had hurt her, the he saw the smile on her lips as she pulled his face down to hers kissing him.

He kissed her in return, staying over her and inside her until she released his mouth, tasting the salt of her tears on his lips. Then he felt the moisture on his own cheeks as her lips kissed away the tears he hadn't even realised he was shedding. When they'd finished kissing away each other's tears, he rolled onto his back, once again drawing her with him so that her head nestled below his chin.


She kissed his chest, her fingers twining through the smattering of hair there.

"Thank you," she murmured. "Nothing ever felt like that before."

He raised her chin with gentle fingers, placing an almost chaste kiss on her lips. "Thank you. You are the only woman who ever made me feel at peace. " His fingertips traced the lines and planes of her face. "You really are the most amazing woman I've ever known."

She glanced at the alarm clock beside his bed, stunned when she realised they had just made love for over two hours. She couldn't help the slightly wicked grin that spread across her mouth.

"What?" he asked, seeing the change in her expression.

"Two hours, that really is unbelievable!" she chuckled, kissing him.

"Well, like I said, I had been waiting a while." he laughed, kissing her in return.

"So, let me see, where can we possibly go from 'unbelievable'?" she teased, expecting him to tell her to go to sleep.

Instead he started to stroke her body once again, his hand coming to rest on her breast, caressing gently and teasing her nipple. "How do you feel about astounding, incredible, amazing, mind-boggling, astonishing, utterly implausible or just plain out of this world? Because with you, I get the feeling it's never going to be anything less."

He kissed her again, his mind already working on which aspect of her 'education' they should cover next.


A/N: Well I'm just gonna go grab a shower now – the colder the better. Hope you all enjoyed this and that it was sufficiently 'unbelievable' for you! ;o) And this really is the end of this story.