Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart (12 page)

“I want you, too.”  Her heart was pounding and her knees were weak.  Cecile hadn’t been this nervous since she was sent to the office in fifth grade for passing a note to Tommy Walker. 

Bobby turned down the covers on the bed, and turned to her.  “Come here, baby.”  She walked to him slowly, knowing that this was a huge step for her.  He had no idea how hard this was for her.  But – Lord in Heaven – she wanted him.  Her hands were literally itching to touch him.  She had never seen a more beautiful man.  And the possibility that he wanted her was almost more than she could comprehend.

As she walked up to him, she untied the straps of her sundress.  It wouldn’t take much to shed it – and she was glad.  She was much too nervous to have to think about performing a sensual strip-tease.  As if she could.  All she wanted was to not make a fool of herself, and ‘please Lord’, she prayed – ‘please let me be sexy enough for him to be able to make love to me’.  Was that too much to ask?  If he couldn’t, she would never, ever put herself in a position like this again.  Dang!  Now, she was even more nervous.  Pressure!  “Shall we turn off the lights – or light a few candles?”

Bobby drank in her beauty.  It amazed him that she didn’t have a clue how
fuckin
’ gorgeous she was.  He was swelled so big that it felt like he had a baseball bat down his pants.  “No, I want to be able to see every glorious inch of you.”   He walked right up to her, and took hold of the neckline of her dress and began to peel it down.  Inch by inch, he unveiled those glorious breasts that had fueled his fantasies for weeks.

“God Almighty!”
  Her sundress had a built-in shelf bra, so when he pulled it down – there they were.  He did the only thing that he could think of – he went to his knees.  “Oh,
Ceelee
– sweetheart – you are exquisite.”  Placing a hand on the outside of each breast, he pushed them together – oh, so gently.  “I can’t wait.  I’ve dreamed about this moment.” 

Cecile thought she would sink to the ground – melt into a puddle – evaporate into a mist of ecstasy.  Her hands came up to cradle his head – backed off and then – finally settled on his soft hair.  He had buried his face in her cleavage and he was kissing first the side of one breast and then the other.  She shivered with excitement, and when he started rubbing her nipples, a whimper of delight escaped her lips. 

"Sit down here on the bed, baby.  Let me make you happy."

When he palmed her
aerolas
and began massaging them, Cecile felt an unaccustomed wetness grow between her thighs.  "That feels incredible, Bobby." 

Bobby looked up at her, tenderly.  "I've always liked to suck on candy – lemon drops, peppermint,
jelly
beans – but these little nipples look like they'll become my favorite.  Hold on baby – this is going to make you cream."  Still holding one nipple between his fingers, he bent his head to take the other in his mouth.  First, he swirled his tongue around it – making it distend, seeking solace. 

Cecile felt her toes curl, readying herself for untold ecstasy.  She was enchanted by the loon on his face as he worked at her breast.  He was actually enjoying it – maybe she wasn't a lost cause.  Kneading the back of his head, she watched intently as he opened his mouth wider and engulfed her entire areola in his mouth.  "Oh, yes!" she couldn't help but exclaim.  The drawing of his lips, and the suction that he was applying winged its way from the tip of her nipple all the way to her womb. As he set a mind-blowing rhythm of sucking one nipple and tweaking the other – Cecile moaned in utter abandon.  "God – this feels so good!"     

Bobby chuckled; her sweet murmurings were music to his ears.  Making another person feel good had never meant so much.  "Stand up sugar – let's get you out of this dress.  I want to see the rest of your beautiful body." 

Cecile wasn't ready for him to stop kissing her breasts – she had felt like she was on the verge of something extreme – but she wasn't nearly at the point where she felt confident enough to ask for what she wanted.  He sat back on his heels and she stood up, unsteadily.  "Look at your beautiful tits,
Ceelee
– they're swollen and pink from my loving."

"I enjoyed that so much, Bobby."  Carl had never been a breast man, so the pleasure that she had received from Bobby's lips on her nipples had been a rare treat. 

"Turn around," he ordered in a hoarse voice.

Eagerly, he pulled down the dress and discovered a pair of lacy red
undies
that he peeled off like wrapping paper.  "Oh baby."  He stood up and shucked off his clothes, tossing them in the general direction of the hamper. 

Cecile tried to get a glimpse of him, but he was behind her and on his knees before she got a good look.  "What are you doing?" she wanted him in front of her so she could join in the fun.

"Patience, baby."
  Fingertips began a fevered dance over skin that had seldom known the touch of another human being.  Cecile gasped at the sensation.  Rasps of a warm tongue traced down the middle of her back, following the line of her spine.  A sharp little nip on he hip, made her jump and squeal with surprise.  "You've got the sweetest little bottom." He cupped her hips and began to knead, "I've got big plans for this gorgeous ass," he promised.  Sweet kisses peppered over her back and hips, and soon Cecile was grasping at the air – needing something or someone to hold on to.

Finally, she begged.  "Please, Bobby.  I want to touch you so badly."

"How could anyone deny a request like that?"  He stood as she turned, his cock was fully engaged and standing up straight – nine and half inches of proud male flesh.

Cecile didn't know where to start.  "It's okay for me to touch?" she sought his approval, looking closely at his face for any sign of hesitation or disgust.

"Please," he choked out. 

Gratefully, she let her palms smooth over his chest.  The hard muscles were so sculpted that they appeared carved and she closed her eyes and marveled at the texture of his skin and the dusting of hair that felt so good beneath her fingers.  Letting her hands slide up his neck, she moved closer – her nipples nesting in his chest hair – they both groaned at the sensation.  Her proximity caused his cock to nudge her belly and she stepped back to get a good look. 
"My God!"

Bobby laughed.  "Is that good?"

Now it was Cecile's turn to go to her knees.  "I can do this – I think.  At least, I'd like to try.  Tell me if I mess up."  Taking his organ in both hands she massaged its length, feeling his hips buck in response.  "You are beautifully made," she whispered.  Laying her cheek against the throbbing flesh, she caressed it with her face, planting kisses at the base and then up the shaft.

Bobby thought he was going to explode before she ever took him in her mouth.  "Shit, baby." he groaned. 

Immediately, Cecile sat back and looked up, expecting to be pushed away.  "Shall I stop?"

Cupping the back of her head, Bobby crooned to her.  "Lord, no baby.  Take me in your mouth – suck the head."

With renewed confidence, Cecile eyed the large purple head with its topping of pearlescent pre-cum glistening like icing.  Trembling a little with excitement, she licked the very tip and heard Bobby growl an unintelligible syllable.  Opening her lips, she
slid
her mouth over the head and down the shaft.  She wasn't totally inexperienced at this, but neither was she sure enough of herself to be totally at ease.  But, when he tightened his fist in her hair and started pumping in her mouth – Cecile joyously went to work – sucking, tonguing, kissing – taking him as deep as she could. 

Bobby was almost beyond coherent thought – Shit! –
her
mouth was heaven.  It wasn't the most professional blow-job he had ever had – but that didn't matter one whit. This was
Ceelee
and he had rather have her tender efforts than the most experienced mouth in Vegas.  "That's it baby – God, this feels good." 

His praise only made her want to please him more, so she cupped his sac and began caressing and massaging his balls as she sucked and pulled at his swollen cock.  She was doing it!  A man was actually enjoying her touch!  She felt powerful and feminine and very much a woman for the first time in years.

"Stop, baby," Bobby pleaded.  At first, panic knifed through her heart.  Oh, no.  But, he pulled out of her mouth, and eased her back onto the bed.   "I want to come inside you. 
Now."
  Grabbing a condom, he sheathed himself.  "Are you ready for me?"  He felt between her legs and smiled when he discovered her wet and swollen.  "Yeah – you want me don't you doll?"

"Yes." He didn't give her a chance to say more.  She was ready for him – more eager and turned on than she could ever remember being.  Briefly, she considered telling him about her unfortunate virginity – but decided against it.  Surely, he wouldn't know – it wasn't a complete hymen and he was so big.  Besides, she didn't want to do anything that would break the mood.  A man was about to make love to her –
Cecile Fairchild
– and it was going to be glorious!

Bobby knew that he was rushing things – but Lord he couldn't help it.  He had abstained for months and all of his desires and fantasies had been focused on this one delectable little woman and now that he had her under him – he had little to no control.  Slipping a hand between them – he fitted the head of his cock to her tender opening and plunged in. 

Shit!  Her gasp of pain and the barrier that he ripped through surprised the hell out of him.

"What the fuck?"

~ Chapter Five ~

Cecile didn't know what to do.  There was enough light in the room that she could see his face.  He was not happy.  She hadn't meant to make any noise – it had hurt, but the pain was fading.  Having Bobby inside of her was so different than Carl – she could feel him stretching, caressing her inner walls.  It felt good.  "Please don't stop," she begged.

Bobby was shocked.  She was a virgin!  How?  And he had hurt her.  The thoughts that were swirling through his head totally shot his focusor the first time in his life, Bobby Stewart lost his erection. 

It withered like a cucumber left too long on the vine. 

Damn!  Easing up, he moved to one side.  "I'm sorry, baby.  I wasn't expecting . . ."

She lay there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.  It had been so fast. Cecile could feel her soul curl up and die inside of her tender spirit.  It had happened again.  Bobby might not have been expecting it, but she should have.  Cecile was shaking with mortification.  Carl had been right.  "You don't have to say anything."  All she wanted to do was get up and get out of the room.  If it wasn't for the wedding and breaking
Annalise's
heart, she would be in her car and off the property within minutes. 

Before Bobby knew what was she was about to do,
Ceelee
had grabbed her sundress and was out of the bed and in the bathroom.  Oh God, he had hurt her!  Jumping up, he donned his pants and hopped on one foot till he reached the bathroom door.  Trying the knob, he wasn't surprised to find it locked. 
"
Ceelee
, baby?
Are you all right?  I'm so sorry.  I wouldn't have hurt you for the world.  Please come out and let's talk about this.  I need to understand."

Cecile didn't want to talk.  She stood looking in the mirror and wondered how she had gotten herself into this mess.  Wiping her face with a damp rag, she forced herself to calm down.  She could get through this – she just had to put on a front – a false sense of bravado.  There was no reason that Bobby had to know how much he had hurt her – and she didn't mean physically.  "I'll be right out," she forced out a lilting tone that she hoped conveyed the idea that all was well.   

Bobby leaned on the door.  "I just want to hold you, sweetheart.  Please come out."  As if he words were magic, the door opened.  His heart jolted at how pale she was.  "Did I hurt you?" he had to know.

Cecile put on, what she hoped, was a brave and sincere smile.
"Of course not.
  I'm fine.   I'm sorry about – you know. . . "

Cecile ducked her head and it hit Bobby like a ton of bricks – she thought that he had reacted like her husband.  Oh God! Not only had he not given her an orgasm, he had reinforced her belief that she was undesirable.  Not happening.  "
Ceelee
, baby – it's not what you think."  She wasn't listening, she was moving past him, purposefully making for the door and a quick escape.  Reaching out, he caught her by the arm.  He managed to stop her easily, but she wouldn’t look at him. 

"Let me go, Bobby.  Please?  I can't take anymore of this.  All I want to do is go to my room, crawl under the covers and put a pillow over my head."&nbhe smiled sadly.  "I appreciate what you did – it felt really good."

"Stop!" he almost shouted – making her jump, a little.  "If you think that I lost my erection because I wasn't attracted to you – well, you're as far off base as you could be."  He took her hand and placed it over his reawakened dick.  "It was the fact that you were a virgin that blew my mind."