Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (19 page)

~ Chapter Seven ~

“I want to be on top,” Cecile announced out of the blue.

Bobby knew exactly what she meant, but she was so cute.  They had just declared their love for one another and he was on top of the world.  He felt like having fun. 
“On top of what?
 
On top of Old Smoky?
 
On top of spaghetti?”

“You know what I mean,” she playfully swatted him on the shoulder.  Cecile lay cuddled up to Bobby’s side.  His arm was around her back and her head lay cradled on his shoulder. She couldn’t believe that she was laying here like this. 
How wonderful it was to be able to touch him – however and wherever she wanted.
  Just because she could – Cecile ran her hand over his chest, loving the feel of his skin, the soft hair on his chest,
the
rippled ridges of his abs.  He was magnificent.  “I want to be on top of you.”

“Hell yeah!” he pulled her over on top of him.  “Sit up baby, and hold up your arms.”  She did as he asked, and he skimmed the short silky black gown over her head.  Instantly he was on fire.  If he lived to be a thousand, and he saw them every day, he would never get tired of looking and touching her gorgeous tits.  “Lean over.  Hold on to the headboard.  I
wanna
suck.”

Just his words made her sex twitch.  Bobby scooted up in the bed, so he’d be at a better angle to play with her tits all he wanted.  Cecile took hold of the headboard and leaned over, desperate to feel the tug of his lips on her nipples.  She wanted him so much her whole vagina was quivering, swelling – opening like a flower that was ready to receive the gift of the sun. 

He took her hips in his hands and pulled her forward.  Thank God, she hadn’t put on underwear, for she was spread out over his – her sex open and touching him – he could feel her excitement.  She was soft, and warm and wet and he couldn’t wet to push his cock as deep inside of her as he could get.  “Do you know what you do to me?” he looked up at her face.  Her deep green eyes were glazed over with passion and she was breathing in tight, excited pants. 

“No – but I know what you do to me.  I’ve never felt like this before.  You make me feel like a desirable woman.” 

As she lowered her breasts to his face, the nipples tightened before his eyes.  “Lord, love – you are a desirable woman.  See?”  Laughing he nudged her in the back with his erection.

“You are so big – AH!” Her tribute to his manhood was cut short by the delicious rapture of his mouth on her breast.  Bobby didn’t just lick or kiss – which was good – he opened his mouth wide, and enveloped as much of her breast as he could get in his mouth.  Cecile felt her juices begin to flow, for he suckled and chewed, applying exquisite pressure and suction. 

With both hands he plumped her breasts. Squeezing and
molding,
entranced by the sounds that she made.  Heaven! 
Ceelee
was such a sensual woman.  She responded to every touch and kiss he gave her.  She probably didn’t even realize it, but even now she was making little movements of her hips, scrubbing her pussy on his abdomen.  Her enjoyment only fueled
his own
.  Switching breasts, he chewed on her nipple loving the groans of bliss she returned to him.  As much as he was enjoying this, he needed more.  Before, he could release her breast and continue with his quest for her to ride him like a
bronc
– she gave him the sweetest gift.

With a gasp, Cecile felt an orgasm building.  The pleasure bombarded her – Bobby was just too much – his mouth on her breast, his strong body between her legs.  It felt so good!  She was swamped with pleasure.  Wanting it all, she released the headboard and wrapped her hands around his head instead – grinding her breast into his mouth and her pussy on to his hard stomach muscles. 
“God!
  Baby!” she screamed. 

Bobby caressed her back, encouraging her.  With his other hand, he soothed her clit – it was swollen and hot.  She had come so hard, so sweet.  How could she ever have thought she was frigid?  After a few moments, he couldn’t stand it anymore – his dick was demanding to be let in on the fun.  “Baby, I’ve got to have you.  I can’t wait.”  Taking her by the waist, he lifted her.  “Guide me in.  I’m dying here.” 

“Yes, I need you.”  With a shaking hand, she enclosed his cock in her fist and held it steady as she lowered her body down onto it.  “Bobby!”  Impaled!  She was so full!  Her tissues were swollen and engorged from her orgasm and now she was stretched and invaded – filled and desperate to be fucked.  He held up his hands and she entwined her fingers with his.

“Now ride me, baby.  Move anyway you want to.  Make us both feel good.”  He was so in love.  She pushed on his hands, using them to gain leverage.  Rising up on her knees, she
drug
her vagina up his stalk till only the tip end remained encased in her warmth.  With her eyes closed in ecstasy, she lowered herself once more.  He caught his breath – it was like his dick was being massaged by hot silk.  “That’s it baby.  Let me feel your squeeze-box.”  A little smile of mystery crossed her lips.  Pulling her hands from his, she moved them to cover his
pec
– a palm over each of his nipples.  Then, she blew his nd.

“I’ve always wanted to do this.  Read it in one of my books.”  As she massaged his nipples, she moved her pelvis back and forth – rocking, rolling.  At the same time, she rippled her vagina muscles, giving his cock a working over like he had never felt before.  He felt it over every square inch of his dick – she had amazing control and there was no way in hell he was going to live through this.

Bucking his hips up, he felt lust boil up from his scrotal sac – filling his world with flaming bursts of volcanic bliss.  “Lord
have
mercy, honey,” he groaned.  So this was the difference.  He finally understood.  It was like an earth-shattering revelation.  He now understood one of the great mysteries of the universe.  He now knew the difference between having sex and making love. 
And the key ingredient – love.
  Love made all the difference.  And he never, ever wanted to go back to just having sex again.

*****

“You look beautiful,” Bobby’s eyes ate her up.  She was a vision in a pink sheath dress than showed off every luscious curve.  Her sable hair hung in enchanting curls to just below his shoulder and he couldn’t resist burying his head in the fragrant tresses and inhaling the fresh scent of sweet woman and some tantalizing hint of jasmine.  The combination made him think of sex.  But, everything about this woman made him think of sex.  He literally could not keep his hands off of her.   

“Thank you,” she looked up at him happily.  “I was looking online and saw the foundation that you and some others had set up in memory of your friend Shaun.  If it is okay with you, I’d like to include it in the causes that our publishing house supports.  That is, if you wouldn’t mind.  Does rodeo and erotic romance mix?”

Whispering in her ear.
  “I think they go together as well as you and I – and we fit together perfectly.”

He watched her melt.  She turned to him – took him at his word and fitted herself to him – every part of her was touching a part of him.  Lord, he never wanted to let her go!  “Don’t say things like that, Bobby.  Not when we can’t do anything about it,” she moaned into his neck.  “Now you have me tingling all over.  I want you all the time,” she moaned.  His whole chest vibrated with amusement.  Leaning back, she wasn’t surprised to see that he looked like a strutting peacock.  She had just told him what everyman wanted to hear.  “It’s true – but you don’t have to look so cocksure about it.”

It got worse.  Bobby roared with laughter.  “Baby, the only thing my cock is sure about is that it wants to be buried inside of you – all the time,” he said the last three words slowly and with emphasis.  If the music hadn’t started to get the rehearsal on the way, he would have drug her to the nearest storage shed and fucked her till she screamed.  “Now; go take your pla.  It’s time to get this show on the road.”  He didn’t move as she walked off to find the other girls.  God, the woman had a fine ass!  Rubbing his eyes, he tried to concentrate on what was happening.  Today was more than a rehearsal – Alex was about to marry Scarlet and it should prove to be one hell of a show.

     The music began and Alex, Ethan and Bobby walked from the right side of the rose bed to the front of the arbor.  Alex was playing the part of the groom, a role that would be reversed the following day.  As the music continued, Cecile stepped out to walk slowly down the aisle.  Bobby caught her eye – for he had captured her heart.  Instantly, his eyes sought hers and they never wavered.  As she began to move slowly down the aisle, she felt like she was walking to him.  For a moment, she let herself imagine that this was their wedding day and he would hold out his hand and draw her to him – exchange vows and promise to love and cherish one another – forever.  Just before she reached the front, he winked at her and her heart leapt in her chest like a gazelle.  As she stepped up on the dais, their gaze never faltered. 

Cecile’s insides were fluttering like butterflies were dancing around her heart.  The only niggling doubt in her mind was the reality that this wonderful interlude in her life was about to be over and she was going to have to return to the real world of moving, divesting her life of Carl and making a new start.  Would Bobby be a part of her new life?  God, she hoped so. 

Annalise
came next and she blushed like a school girl as Ethan let out a low and meaningful whistle.  Knowing how much she had longed for this day, Cecile couldn’t help but shed a tear for her best friend.  If anyone deserved to be happy, it was ‘
Lise
.  In a stolen moment,
Annalise
had told her that Ethan had kissed her scars, told her that there was no part of her that was not beautiful and his lovemaking had banished every fear and dread that she had harbored for all of these years. 

After she and Cecile were in their places, the music swelled and Cecile looked up to watch Scarlet walk down the aisle towards Alex.  Cecile smiled, feeling sure that Scarlet was probably having the same dreamy thoughts she was having – each wishing that this was really their own wedding day. 

When Scarlet drew close enough, Alex held out his hand to help her up on the dais. 

“Dearly
Beloved
, we are gathered here tonight to join this man and this woman in holy matrimony.”  Alex picked up Scarlet’s right hand in his and brought it to his lips.  The preacher continued.  “A marriage ceremony like this is for one purpose only and that is to make one flesh from two people that love and cherish one another above all things.  At this time, Alex and Scarlet wish to take this step.  They have chosen one another out of all others in this life and now they stand before us ready to repeat their vows.  Alex.”

It was only a few minutes into the ceremony when Cecil knew for certain that there was more going on than a rehearsal.  It seemed that Scarlet had figured it out, also.  Cecile let her eyes rove from person to person –
whatever  it
was – the men were in on it.  And if she wasn’t badly mistaken, Alex and Scarlet were actually getting married.

Scarlet’s eyes were darting around nervously; she had been to enough wedding rehearsals to know that this one was not proceeding as normal.  Still, she did not bolt and run.  Alex held on to her hand, looked into her eyes and began.

“I, Phillip Alexander Stewart, take you, Scarlet Rose Evans, to be my lawful wedded wife.  I promise to love, honor and cherish you,” he paused almost unable to go on. “Till death do us
part.
  I promise to be true and faithful to you for better or worse, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.”  Scarlet’s eyes were big and focused on every syllable that was coming from his lips.  “All of my worldly goods to thee I endow and with my body I will worship yours.  I love you, Scarlet.  To marry you is my greatest desire.”  Alex became aware that Scarlet’s hand was shaking in his.

“Scarlet.”  The pastor indicated that it was her turn.

Scarlet looked over at her sister, who had tears in her eyes.  Then, she turned back to her beloved, who had the most sincere look of love on his face that she could ever have imagined. 

She only hesitated for a moment, but it was a lifetime for Alex.  It felt as if his heart was about to escape from his chest.  By now she must realize that this was more than just a rehearsal for Ethan and
Annalise
.  By now she had to know.

Scarlet’s mind and emotions was topsy-turvy.  Could this really be happening, or were her heart-felt fantasies making more of this than it actually was?  With a soft touch, Alex caressed the hand he held.  Scarlet took that as a gentle urging for her to say her part. Holding Alex’s gaze, she began to speak.  “I, Scarlet Rose Evans, take you, Phillip Alexander Stewart, as my lawfully wedded husband.  I promise to love, honor, and cherish you, till death do us part.”  Her voice cracked just a bit, and Alex’s hold on her hand tightened, as if giving her courage to continue.  “I promise to be true and faithful to you.
For better, for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, for as long as we both shall live.”