Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (15 page)

Her eyes never left his; she was with him every step of the way.  "Bobby, you fill me so tight there’s no way you’re missing anything.”  Cecile didn't think there was a possibility that he could give her more pleasure than he already had.  The thrust of his cock inside of her grateful body was already mind-boggling in its intensity.  She gave in to the desire to stroke him, milk him – so she concentrated on giving him caresses of the most intimate kind. 

"Holy Hell, baby!"
  He had never been with a woman that could squeeze him so good.  To be almost untried,
Ceelee
had incredible sexual instincts.  More than anything, he wanted to repay all of that sexy sweetness.  "No, you'll know it when I hit it just right." This was one time when Bobby was glad of his sexual expertise.  If he could give his woman joy, it would all be worth it.  Most men didn't take the time to learn the anatomy of their woman's body well enough to find the elusive erogenous zone located at the front of the vaginal canal.  "There that should be it."  He ground down, giving short hard thrusts that rubbed his dick right over the spongy area that should make her head spin.  If he washt – he ought to know in a moment.

Ah!  There it was.  He watched her back arch and she almost stood on her head, thrusting her hips up harder into his groin, seeking the most contact that she could get. 
"God!
  Bobby!  Fuck me!  Harder!  Harder!"  He felt her start to quake, her whole body jerking in the throes of climax.  Watching her, feeling her – the spasms of her lush body, the jiggle and sway of her full breasts – all of it coalesced into a fireball of power that rushed from deep within his belly, driving ecstasy throughout his body.  A long, harsh groan erupted from his throat and he emptied himself inside of her – giving her his essence, his passion – his all.

*****

“Did I hear what I thought I heard this morning?”
Annalise
cornered Cecile by the coffeepot.  “Either you were having an incredible dream or you were
boinking
the youngest Stewart.” 

Cecile couldn’t help but smile.  “Do you mind?”  She had thought about trying to hide it, but why should she?  Sleeping with Bobby might be the smartest thing she had ever done. 

“Are you kidding?”  ‘
Lise
laughed, glancing over her shoulder at the three brothers who were
pouring
over a sports article in the newspaper.  “I’m thrilled to death for you.  If Bobby is anything like his brother, he’s an incredible lover.”  She smiled at the blush that rushed up Cecile’s face.  “You needed this – and I’m glad you’re getting some.  And from a younger man – all I can say is ‘Go Girl!’”

Uh-oh.
  “Younger?”  Cecile wondered what
Annalise
meant by younger.  Bobby looked as manly and mature as the other Stewarts.  They were all in tip-top masculine form, one didn’t look any older than the other – they each were perfect in their own way.  How young could he be?  She had thought that he was probably near to her own age.  All of a sudden she had an uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach.

“Yeah
. .”
Annalise
didn’t get to finish her sentence.    Scarlet walked up, a little out of breath, but with a smile on her face.  "If anyone goes into town, I could use some more thread."  She held up a spool with a little bit of light pink thread still attached.

"Are you still sewing?  I thought you were about through."

"I'm finishing up my gown," Scarlet looked a bit sheepish.  Alex moved in close to her and pulled her back against him.

"She's working too hard," he kissed the side of her face and Scarlet leaned back against him.  Their obvious affection tugged at Cecile's heart.

"Bobby and Cecile are going into Austin to pick up my gifts – they'll be glad to get it for you, won't you Cecile?"  Bobby, hearing his name, joined them – his eyes automatically seeking hers out.  Immediately she felt a heat growing in her pussy; it was amazing the amount of power this man had over her.  It had only been a couple of hours since he had given her three orgasms, for God's sake.  She, who had been on a sexual starvation diet, was fast becoming a
nympho
.  But, how young was he?  The question plagued her. 

"We'll be glad to do it."  Bobby answered before she could,
taking
the thread from Scarlet with a smile.  His eyes raked over Cecile's body, appreciatively.  "You look good enough to eat.  Are you ready to go?"

"I was just about to get coffee," Cecile motioned toward the pot.  Not that she needed it; he had already given her everything she needed to wake up.   

Taking her by the hand, he pulled her toward the door.  "We'll get you some on the road.  I've got a lot of errands to run."  Getting her alone was his main objective, but he'd take care of the other things as well.

As he led her to a brand new Dodge pickup, Cecile's heart was lighter than it had been in months.  "You’ve got a new truck; this is not the same one that you were in that night on the highway."

He didn't take her to the passenger door, but brought her to his side – apparently he wanted her to sit close.  When he opened the door, she saw bench seats.  Nice.  Before she could step up, Bobby had her around the waist and lifted her up with ease.  "There you go, baby.  Yeah, I bought this a couple of weeks ago.  My old truck was falling apart."  She watched him hungrily as he settled in beside her, he was so big and he made her feel small, dainty and precious.  It was a heady feeling.   

"Sit close."  He pulled her next to him, and put her hand on his thigh.  "Hold on to me, I need to feel your touch."  He leaned over and kissed her on top of the head. "There's so much we need to talk about.  I want to know everything about you.  And as we go through town, I'm
gonna
take you on the Bobby Stewart tour.  How's that sound?"

Beneath her hand, his thigh was rock hard and she could only lay her palm across the top of it.  Without thinking, she began to massage the firm flesh, enjoying the tactile feel of his rough blue jeans and the knowledge that a man enjoyed spending time with her.  "Yeah, that sounds like fun."  She leaned her face on his shoulder, her chin resting against his bicep, sighing with happiness.  "Where do we start?"

Bobby turned down a side road and soon they were at a small rodeo arena.  "This is where I ride bulls."  Cecile sat up straighter in the seat straining to see everythingnbsp; There were a few men in hats and boots walking around, and pens of livestock off to the left.  One enclosure held some mammoth bulls and a few of them had horns – Cecile shivered.

"Bulls!
  You ride bulls?" She was flabbergasted.  "How did I not know this?"  Flickers of wonder and fear wiggled up her spine.

"Doll, I know we had an instant connection, but how could you know?  Everything has happened so fast."  He parked his truck.  "Should I get bull rider tattooed on my dick?" 

As he held his arms out for her, she readily went into them.  "No," she whispered.  "I don't want some tattoo artist holding you like that."  As soon as she voiced her concern, she realized how it sounded. 
"Sorry, Bobby.
  I have no say in what you do."

He squeezed her hard as he let her slide down his body.  "You can have all the
say
you want to have.  I love it that you're acting like you care."  Putting an arm around her shoulders, he guided her toward one of the men who was running a curry comb over a quarter horse mare. 
"Hey, Moose!
  What's going on?"

The big man turned and broke out in a smile that seemed about to crack the leather of his face.  "Why, Bobby Stewart!  Long time no see, man!  Thought you had forgotten about us little guys.  I've heard you're climbing in the ranks this year – one of these days you're
gonna
be World Champion Bull Rider! 
Who you got here?"
 

Cecile didn't hesitate to place her hand in the big paw that was extended to her.  Bobby's hand tightened at her waist, protectively.  "Moose, this is
Ceelee
Fairchild. 
Ceelee
, this is Tom Lawrence or Moose as we call him.  He's one of the best bulldoggers in this part of the state."

"It's nice to meet you, Mr. Moose."  Both men laughed at her.  All she could think about was that Bobby was a very successful bull rider – which meant he faced untold danger in the rodeo ring often.  Cecile didn't know how she felt about that.

"Come on; let's go meet some of the bulls.  They're not nearly as mean when they're not in the chute.  When they get herded into that contraption – they know they're going to work and all their spunk comes out."  Bobby walked
Ceelee
over to the fence, loving the feel of her body bumping up against his."  As soon as they approached the bulls, one of the bigger black ones came huffing over, anxious to see if the newcomers were any threat.

"Have you ever been hurt?  Do you get thrown a lot?"  She couldn't help the worried words which tumbled from her lips. 

Bobby tapped her on the end of her nose.  "I'm a big boy, baby.  I've been doing this for years.  Don't worry your little head about it."

Cecile flattened her lips into a straight line of discontent.  "So you're telling me that bull riding isn't dangerous?" She knew better; and thinking of him putting his life on the line by crawling up on one of these monsters made her blood run cold.  She didn't realize, but she was holding on to his other hand for dear life, wanting to hold him closely to her and keep him safe.

"It can be," Bobby answered slowly – thinking about Shaun.  "But there's risk in everything,
Ceelee
.  “Here, touch his nose.”  She slowly put her hand through the fence and touched the big animal’s soft pink nose.  He let her have one touch and he sprang back, as if he didn’t want anyone seeing him be nice to the pretty lady.

 “It was like velvet!” she marveled.  “They’re beautiful animals.  “You're probably right about taking risks, I guess."  Let's see how he felt when the shoe was on the other foot.  She didn't know why she was teasing him, but it felt good.  "Maybe I'll take up some exciting sport," Cecile mused.  Actually, she was half-way serious.  "I'm tired of living life traveling in the slow lane.  How about skydiving?"  Her insides jumped at the thought – could she ever do something like that?

"Hell, no!"
  All of a sudden fear gripped him – skydiving?  "I don't think so – I can't let anything happen to you."  At her cheeky little smirk, he swooped in for a kiss.  "Okay, I get it. When we care, we worry."  Bobby led her around and introduced her to the cowboys, showed her the arena and the announcer's box.  This community exhibition-hall complex was small compared to the ones that he rode in now, but it was where rodeo had begun for him and he loved it.  Periodically, he would tighten his arm around her and kiss her on the temple or her cheek, enjoying the reality of having her in his life. 

After they made their way around the complex, he escorted her back to the truck.  Opening the door, he glanced over his shoulder to make sure they were completely alone.  "God, I can't keep my hands off of you." Enveloping her in his arms, he pulled her close and fused their lips together, their tongues tangling in delight at the chance to taste one another.  Of their own volition, his hands cupped her breasts – rubbing and shaping, molding them until she laid her head on his shoulder and bit her lip to keep from crying aloud.  The rustle of movement far behind him was the only thing that stopped Bobby from pulling up her skirt and hunting her hot button. 

 “I guess we need to go,” she breathed as she kissed him on his neck, bringing him down, secretly pleased by the thick, steel rod that throbbed in between them. 

 “Yeah, we do,” he rasped in her ear, stealing a kiss from the soft spot at the base of heck.  “I’d rather be in bed with you.”

 “Oh, me too,” she agreed softly.

 “Damn!” he ground out.  “Come on precious,” he picked her up and joined her on the seat.  This time he didn’t have to tell her where to put her hand, she did it gladly.  “Tell me about your childhood.” He felt of the soft skin on her knees, pushing up the yellow sundress.  “You look like a ray of sunshine in that dress.”

As compliments go, it was pretty tame, but it meant the world to Cecile.  Carl had never paid her a compliment, or had very many kind words for her after the first year of their marriage.  “I was an only child,” she began.  “My dad died when I was nine and my mother remarried – three times,” she winced as she told him.  “Right now, she’s single – but there’s no chance that she’ll stop looking for another husband – that’s just the way she is.  Her last husband was younger than she was, he broke her heart.”  Again, she remembered what
Annalise
had said about Bobby’s age.  Maybe today she would find a way to ask him how old he was.

 “Where did you go to college?” he asked with a wink.  She was so cute. 

 “SMU,” she answered. 
“English major.”