Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (14 page)

He tightened his arms around her and heard her contented sigh. 
Sweet.
 
Now, to get down to business.
  He had questions – and she had answers.  "Sweetheart, explain to me how you were a virgin?  I
gotta
tell you, it’s worrying me to death.  I'm imaning all kind of things."  Bobby waited and when her little body started to shake, he was afraid he had made her cry – it took him a second or two to realize that she was laughing.  "Am I that funny?"  Bobby took the opportunity to goose her a little – which led to more laughter and then to squeals.

"
Ssshhhh
,
ssshhhhh
," he put his mouth over hers.  They had been pretty loud during sex – and Alex and Ethan's rooms were down a different wing – but a happy
Ceelee's
voice would carry all the way out to the cabins.  Since he was there he kissed her.  And she kissed him back – pure, erotic play time.  He felt the strings of his heart being tugged when she moaned in his mouth and began to massage his neck and shoulders with insistent little fingers.  "What were you laughing about?"

Looking at his beautiful face, she traced the strong line of his jaw – relishing the feel of his beard that gave his face such a sexy, macho shadow.  "It is funny – I've been married for seven years and I was a virgin until you made lo… I mean, had sex with me."

"Made love is the correct term, honey." he assured her.  "So, enlighten me about how I was lucky enough to be the one to take your – uh – innocence."  He smiled at the face she made.

"I'm almost embarrassed to say – but I'm beginning to think that it wasn't my fault."  He listened patiently, caressing the side of her face, soothing her hair, letting his eyes rove over her face.  "Sex always hurt with Carl."  The moment she said that Bobby's face grew dark.

"He hurt you?"

"No," she assured him quickly.  "He didn't hit me or anything – penetration always hurt."  She averted her eyes, looking to the side of his face instead of directly at him.  This was just too embarrassing.  To use a play on words, "Foreplay was not his forte.  I went to the gynecologist for my regular checkup a few weeks ago and while I was there I mentioned to him about the pain – even though it hadn't been a factor in years.  Until tonight, I hadn't had actual sex in over three years." 

Bobby watched a blush creep up over her skin.  This was hard for her.  "I hate it for you – so bad.  But I can't say that I'm unhappy about being the one to finally bring you pleasure.  You belong to me now."  Her eyes widened at his statement.  "Don't look at me like that," he chided her.  "I know we have a lot of talking to do – but, you're my girl, now."

"That sounds so good," she idly ran her hand up and down his arm.  The muscles under her fingers felt like stone – strong – able to defend and protect what belonged to him.  What would it be like to belong to this incredible man?  Knowing there was still more to tell, she forced her thoughts back to the matter at hand.  "I always knew that Carl was built small – not his body, mind you."made the funniest little face.  "Until I saw your penis, I didn't realize how small Carl actually was.  The doctor said that my hymen was back just far enough that he butted up against it occasionally – hence the knife-like pain, but he wasn't big enough or long enough to break it.  Isn't that the craziest, saddest story you've ever heard?"  She looked up at him with big eyes, wanting to pour her heart out, but hesitant to do so.

Bobby couldn't help but smirk a little.  "I'm glad the size of my cock meets with your approval.  I aim to please."  Her face broke out into a radiant smile.   

"You pleased me more than you'll ever know.  I almost fainted with the pleasure." She kissed the side of his neck, letting her tongue taste the salty muskiness of his skin.  "And you are so kind – and nice to me – I don't really know how to process it all."

Bobby narrowed his eyes; he was beginning to get the big picture.  "That asshole blamed you for his shortcomings, didn't he?"  At Bobby's well-worded question, she giggled.  It was the absolutely sweetest sound he had ever heard – it had bubbled up from deep within and sounded like pure unadulterated happiness.  That realization made him feel like a king.  He had made her happy.  He had made her laugh.  And he intended to see that happen over and over again in the future. 

"His shortcomings?
  I don't think I can be blamed that his
petey
was small."  At her terminology, he guffawed. 

"Woman, if you ever refer to my huge, manly dick as a '
petey
', I will turn you over my lap and spank
your
beautiful, curvy, little rump." Her giggling stopped, for it had faded into arousal.  Bobby was
flabergasted
! 
So?
  His little doll fancied an erotic spanking.  Well, he'd have to put that on his 'to-do' list.  He wasn't a die-hard Dom, but he liked to tinker with the idea.  There wasn't a bigger turn-on in the world that a woman giving herself over to her man, completely.  He filed that little
tid
-bit away for future reference.

"Carl made me believe that I was frigid, when the problem was that he never made an effort to arouse me." She didn't elaborate, she could tell by his face that he didn't want to think about Carl having sex with her – well, she was tired of thinking about it, too.  "Let's see – what can I call your manhood?"  She made a show of seeming to turn terms over in her mind.  "I know – I can call it
Gargantua
, or
Dickzilla
, or Super-size," at his pained expressions, she had started giggling again.  "I know -" she sobered and looked him straight in the face. 
"How about I call it – mine."

Mine!  Instantly, he was as hard as the pink granite that Texas was so famous for – the granite that the Capitol building is made out of – the granite that forms the dome of Enchanted Rock – hard, pink granite.  &qnbspAre you
sore
?" Her body was luscious, and he wanted more. 
Mine!
  Her possessive statement immediately turned him on.  Gliding his hand down her satin skin, he delved between her legs and found her vulva rich with cream. 

 His touch ignited a fire-storm of need within Cecile.  "No, I'm not sore – I'm starving for your touch." 

"
Ye
, gods!"
Bobby groaned.  "Every word you say is like an aphrodisiac!"  He rose up over her, feeling more of a man than he ever dreamed possible.  He ran his hand down his engorged cock – then asked.  "Love, I've never been with a woman without a condom.  Are you protected, on the pill?" At her nod of affirmation, he almost begged, "Could I?"  He watched her sparkling green eyes for any hint of trepidation.  There was none; there was only heat.

Cecile actually shivered at the thought.  She answered him the only way she knew how – she opened her legs and welcomed him home.  "Please," she lifted her hips in supplication.  "I can't wait."

Reverently, Bobby guided the head of his cock to the dainty portal of her femininity.  God! He was so damn excited, he hoped he didn't embarrass himself and cum before he could pleasure his woman.  His woman! 
Lord, that
sounded so right.  She was so damn tight!  He pushed in about an inch and the feel of her hot, slick flesh enveloping him like a glove was the closest thing to heaven that he had ever felt.  There was an overwhelming need for him to plunge inside of her – jackhammer, piston – push his way to nirvana.  But the idea of hurting her was out of the question.  Gritting his teeth, he fought for control.  "Oh, baby.  You are the sweetest thing in the world!" he moaned. 
In another inch.
  "Lord God!  I had no idea it would this good!"  He stopped to just feel – to just appreciate – to revel in the miracle of two becoming one.

She didn't know what to do with her hands – he was too far away!  "Bobby?" she held her arms open wide.  "Could you lie on top of me – I want to feel you – I need to hold you." 

When she opened and shut her hands as if touching him was the most important thing to her, his heart almost burst.  Adjusting his angle, Bobby lowered himself on top of her, careful not to put too much weight directly on her body. But she wouldn't have it.  "More," she demanded.  "I want to feel you.  Press on me," 

"I don't want to squish you, baby.  And I can't move much this way," he pressed a little more into her – another inch – another step into paradise.

"I'll move for you," she thought she knew how.  Many times she had pleasured herself by doing
Keigel
exercise while reading erotica – tighten and release – tighten and release.  t wasn't full-blown masturbation, but it sure felt good.  Now, she could put all that practice to good use.  "Push in some more, baby.  I want it all." 

Bobby laughed, "Demanding little heifer, aren't you?"  But if she wanted it – she was going to get it. Gently, but firmly he pushed in to the hilt and she let out the sweetest, sexiest sigh of satisfaction he had ever heard.  "You like that?"

"Oh, yes.  I love it, Bobby."

And then she proceeded to blow his mind.

Bobby had slept with herds of women – he wasn't necessarily proud of it – that was just the way it was.  He had pleasured women that considered sex to be an extreme sport and they were out to earn a gold medal.  But never in his whole life had he felt like this . . .
Ceelee
was hungry for him, not a warm body – not a star football player – not a
bullrider
– him.  She worked the little muscles of her canal; drawing him, luring him, massaging his cock with luscious contractions of her sex that had him gasping with ecstasy.  She was right – he didn't have to move!  It was too soon, it was too fast, but his orgasm rushed upon him like a dam bursting.  "Oh, baby. 
God, baby.
  I can't stop it – Lord, it feels so good.  I'm sorry." 

The sheer excitement of watching Bobby fly apart in her arms, hearing his exclamations of excitement catapulted over the edge.  When the hot jets of his cum flooded her pussy, Cecile began to shake and jerk in an earthquake of electric pulses that set her whole body aflame.  Her vagina clutched his cock and she swore that she could feel every vein, every inch of throbbing heat that was redefining ecstasy for her.  Cecile held on to him for dear life – he had become so important to her in the short time that she had known him.  She never hoped, never dreamed that a man like him would come into her life.

Being on top of
Ceelee
had its advantages – he was too satiated to move, but he didn’t have to move far – he kissed her tenderly and then rolled over, taking her with him.  “No, don’t move – I don’t want to pull out.  Let me stay in you.  Please?”  He wrapped both arms around her and then lifted his hips, making sure that he was still lodged, securely, deep within her sweet little pleasure palace.  Lord, nothing had ever been better.

“I love him there – he can move in and stay,”
Ceelee
sighed sleepily. 

His baby was tired.  “I’ve worn you out, precious.  Go to sleep – I’ve got you – I’ll keep you safe.”  And he did – all night long.

*****

Oh, it felt so good!  This was the best dream she had ever had!  Her pussy was full of cock and her clit was rubbing up against the hard, thick shaft that was giving her Whbest ride of her life!  She pushed up as her dream lover pushed down and she licked her lips.  Good.  It was so good.  “Oh, yes – I love this – I love this,” she moaned.

Bobby loved it too.  He had awakened with a huge piece of morning wood – and his sweet
Ceelee
had been too tempting to resist.  Sometime during the night, he had slipped out of her – but he couldn’t stay away.  All it had taken was a couple of kisses to her neck and a caress to her soft pussy and she had been wet and ready for him.  “I love it too, baby.  I’d rather be in your sweet pussy than anywhere on earth.”

Her heart jumped at his voice – it wasn’t a dream – it was better.  “More – more – more,” she chanted as he plunged into her in a hypnotizing rhythm – her clit pulsed with the pounding.  Oh, the boy was good – he captured a nipple and began sucking – he was driving her mindless with pleasure – she couldn’t think, only feel. 
Ceelee
moved with him, accommodating him – giving Bobby all that she was.  She mewled with pleasure, her whole body growing tight with the oncoming peak that threatened to toss her off the edge of the world.

 “Bobby!’ she screamed so loud that Bobby knew they were in for it.  It was after eight and the family would be within hearing range.  Of all the bedrooms, his back wall had to butt up to the dining room wall.  To hell with it, he wasn't ashamed – in fact, he was damn proud that he could make his woman scream the roof off.  They'd deal with the questions when they came.  "That's it precious, take your pleasure.  You are so wonderful – so beautiful."  The friction of his cock against her silken walls was euphoric – he wanted to share.  Keeping his connection to her secure, he held on to her hips and rose to loom over her, pulling her lower body up on his thighs.  She didn't resist, but stared at him in complete and utter trust.  "I'm on a mission, angel.  I'm going to wake up your little G-spot"