Bobby's mouth is hot and hard as he puts his entire concentration into lapping at Alex's glistening pussy. His tongue has masterfully found every sweet spot she has, ones Alex didn't even know existed until he found them.
Alex is astounded at Bobby's passion and overcome with lust at his commanding manner.
Sure I am a modern woman, but I'm more than happy to let him take control once in a while in bed. Maybe more than once in a while if this is what I have to look forward to.
Bobby's hands clutch at Alex's hips as he encourages her to move her hips to maximize her pleasure.
"C'mon, baby, rub yourself on me, touch yourself, let me help you come," he says as his breath tingles against my inner thigh.
His tongue is darting in and out of her while the grasp on her hips tightens.
Alex wails as he begins an assault on her sensitive clit, his tongue circling it, sending electric shocks all the way down to her toes.
"Oh God," she is repeating over and over as she reaches out to clutch the headboard so she won't collapse under his tender assault.
Bobby is moaning underneath her, lapping up the delicious juices.
With one hand securely grasping her ass, he raises his other arm to take one of Alex's hands off her headboard. Bobby places Alex's hands over one of her breasts and returns his own to her waist.
Alex wiggles her hips onto Bobby's mouth, feeling his powerful hands on her, while she touches her breasts and rolls her nipple between her fingers.
"Shit, Oh, Bobby, Oh yeah," she yells as the hand on the headboard tightens.
Bobby hands are firmly holding her in place as the tremors from her orgasm go through her. He opens his eyes and looks above him to see her glistening with perspiration, glowing with love and she's never looked so amazing.
Alex doesn't think she can feel her legs, as she's never come that hard in all her life.
As if sensing her exhaustion, Bobby gently repositions her so she is lying almost directly on top of him. When she looks up, she can see the wetness shimmering on his lips and presses her mouth against his, twirling their tongues together and soaking in one another.
As Alex lays her head on Bobby's chest, he massages her head with soft caresses.
"I love you, Alex."
The words reverberate, bouncing off of her bedroom walls and resounding in her ears.
She lifts her head to look at his face in the semi-darkness.
Alex sees the moisture forming in his eyes and feels the slight tremble in his hands.
"I love you, too, Bobby. Always have and always will," she says as she kisses away his tears.
They hold each other all night, never moving once as they have a lot of time to make up for and unwilling to lose another moment
It's been two months since our first "date" and oddly enough, the transition from friends to lovers has been frightfully easy for Bobby and Alex.
Over many dinner conversations, they decided to be discreet about their personal relationship at work. During work hours they would never give anyone the opportunity to suspect that they had anything other than a platonic work relationship. It wasn't that hard really as they both were private people and didn't approve of certain behavior in the workplace from anyone.
However, when they were off-duty, they were just Bobby and Alex. They would go to the movies, dinner at Alex's parents house and most importantly, they would end each night in the same bed cuddled up against one another.
Alex would join Bobby when he wanted to try out some funky new ethnic restaurant. He would always explain what the food was and what region of the world it originated from and she would make him laugh when she cautiously spooned the unidentifiable food into her mouth. Bobby would make sure to thank her by taking her the next night to her favorite burger joint.
One Sunday, Bobby read the Sunday New York Times as he waited for Alex to return with bagels. As she opened the door to his apartment, she smiled as she found him lounging on his couch, feet up on the coffee table with the newspaper spread out before him.
"I swear with the amount you read I'm surprised that your eyes don't fall out of your head," she teases.
"The Sunday NY Times is one of the only traditions I have, honey. I've been reading it cover to cover for the past 20 years. This old man is set in his ways, I'm afraid."
"Old man?" Alex says as she deposits the bagels onto the table and takes off her coat.
"Well, not so old, you keep me young," Bobby smiles.
Alex laughs as she toes off her boots and joins him on the couch, dislodging some of the newspaper.
"Hey, watch out," Bobby says as he begins to rearranges the crushed papers in front of him.
"Geez, sorry. Excuse me for distracting you while you read about," she leans forward to the paper in his hand, "the shortage of flu vaccine this year. Big surprise, they say that every freakin' year."
"I told you Eames, I read it cover to cover. There are always compromises in relationships but I refuse to give up this tradition, even for you," he declares going back to his reading.
"Ok, Bobby, I understand," Alex says as she gets up from the couch.
"Thank you," Bobby says distractedly behind the paper.
A moment later, Bobby is hit directly in the face by a flying object.
"What the hell?"
He looks down to find that he is now holding Alex's little black bra. Bobby looks up to find Alex topless, standing in the middle of the room with her hands on her jeans zipper.
"Oh, I'm sorry, Bobby, did I interrupt your reading?" she says as she unbuttons her jeans.
"Uh, what are you doing?"
"It's hot in here, don't you think?"
And there goes the zipper, her jeans sliding down her legs and being tossed across the floor with her feet.
"Remember this, Bobby?"
"Remember? I had many a fantasies after that day. Where have you been hiding those?" Bobby asks, the newspaper falling off the couch when he slightly moves forward.
"Nowhere special," she answers.
"Well, I'll just put on the TV while you read, I'll just relax and cool down a little," she says turning around and walking to find the TV remote across the room.
Watching the sway of Alex's perfect ass spurs Bobby from the couch to launch himself at her.
Bobby has Alex up in his arms, his hands groping her red and white Betty Boop pajama shorts clad ass.
"Screw the paper, let's start a new tradition," Bobby says in between kisses.
"Boop-Boop-Be-Doop," Alex giggles.