For His Taste (8 page)

But he didn’t.

That’s not what Bobby wanted.

He didn’t want to just have
pleasure from Beth.  He wanted to actually feel her.  Connect with her.  Be
with her.

Bobby left his hands gripping
Beth’s shirt, and he waited for her.  He waited for her to be ready, not just
with him, but with herself.  He stood for what could have been hours but in
reality was less than a minute.  If it had taken hours, he would have stood
there.

When Beth moved her arms and then
lifted them, Bobby slowly lifted her shirt up.  As it moved over her head and
down to the bed, dangling off the edge, his fingertips grazed her bare
shoulders.  He moved down, touching the thickness of her breasts, her bra, and
down her stomach. 

Beth wanted to fold her arms, turn
around, and get her shirt.  She hadn’t been this exposed to a man in a long,
long time.

Bobby’s hands were gentle as he
worked at her pants for the second time that night.  His gentle touch continued
as he pushed Beth’s pants down and when she stepped out of her pants, it
finally hit her that this was really going to happen.  Not for one second did
Bobby flinch at the sight of her body.  She wanted to apologize to him for not
being prettier, skinnier, or something that he might have really wanted, but she
couldn’t bring herself to say something so ridiculous.  The way Bobby looked at
her actually made her feel beautiful.  When he reached behind her back and
unsnapped her bra, she let out a little cry, feeling her chest become free. 

“Oh Beth,” Bobby said as his and
touched her bare breasts.

They were large and beautiful with
round, thick nipples.  He cupped her breasts and his thumbs tickled her for a
few seconds, teasing her nipples until they were erect.  Beth let out a small
cry and then gasped for air when she saw Bobby move down to her breasts.  The
first thing she felt was his warm breath.  It spread upon her chest leaving the
rest of her body shivering, wanting his heat.  Then came the amazing flick of
his tongue on her left nipple.  He was going straight to work and Beth didn’t
mind at all. 

Bobby held her breasts as he kissed
her, suckling her nipples one at a time then kissing up her breasts, using the
tip of his tongue, before finally came up to her neck again.  He was obsessed
with her neck, kissing her harder as he pressed his chest against hers. 

Beth felt Bobby’s cock pressing
against her, the only things stopping penetration were her panties and his
boxers.  Together, at almost the exact same time, their hands became
aggressive, wanting each other naked.  They both looked down at the same time,
the tops of their heads touching.  They stared as they undressed each other.  Beth
finally caught sight of Bobby’s cock and before his boxers were close to being
off, her hand wrapped around him, stroking him, fulfilling her need to feel
him.  Bobby slid Beth’s panties off to reveal her smooth skin.  The gentle
folds of her pussy looked too tempting to not enjoy and he slid his fingers
between them again.  This time, watching himself work, made it that much
better. 

As they pleasured each other they
slowly looked up and came together in another kiss, knowing it would be
probably be their last kiss until the morning.  They each knew their mouths
would be busier elsewhere, exploring, tasting, and pleasuring.

Bobby took charge and pushed Beth
with his free hand, forcing her to sit on the bed.  His erection stood just
inches from her mouth and while it became so tempting to just thrust forward,
he wanted to show Beth how beautiful she was.  He wanted to taste her beauty,
the sweetness that came from between her legs. 

He leaned down and inhaled the
smell of Beth’s body… her desire, passion, and the subtle nervousness of her
sweat.  The mixture made him smile as he moved to his knees.

“Bobby…”

“No,” he cut in.  “Don’t talk. 
Just enjoy.”

On his knees, he put his hands to
the bed, meaning to let his mouth take care of everything else it had to.  He
gripped the bed sheets tight and kissed just below Beth’s belly button, his
tongue running around all her skin.  Beth leaned back on the bed and kept
herself propped up on her elbows.  She had the urge to just lay back and let
Bobby have his fun, but something in her wanted to watch him.  She felt naughty
and sexy at the same time; a combination that never seemed possible for herself
but certainly a combination that she welcomed. 

Bobby placed his hands on her knees
now, moving to the inside of her legs, up her thick legs, massaging her gently
but with just enough force to send tickling pleasures to her slit and through
the rest of her body.  The touching was enough to make her want to jump but it
didn’t actually make her jump.  Bobby left her teetering with perfection.

His eyes were dark daggers staring
at her, engulfing the way she looked at him with those attempted innocent eyes
that held so much passion.  The rest of his senses engulfed the way her skin
felt and the way she smelled.  He opened his mouth and his tongue licked her wetness,
lapping at her from bottom to top, savoring what she had to offer him.  His
hands were now just an inch from her vagina, and with his thumbs, he stretched
Beth open so he could see her tender pink color.  A moment later, his tongue
was there, tasting her again, licking her all around, even testing her
tightness.  The tip of his tongue penetrated Beth with an orgasmic lightning
strike, forcing its way in against her warm pressure.  As his tongue moved in
and then circled inside of her, Beth couldn’t contain herself as her head fell
back and she let out a long cry of pleasure.  Finally having Bobby’s wild
tongue between her legs came almost as a relief.  She knew how he kissed and
now that same style – his free movements and no fear – pleasured her
elsewhere. 

Bobby slid his tongue from Beth and
curled up, peeling at her wet skin, exposing her sensitive, throbbing clit. 
Just the movement of her clit made Beth jump and thrust herself.  Bobby’s tongue
came back down to her clit and he stopped there, letting the strength of his
mouth press against Beth, bringing her to a wild and sudden climax.  All the
muscles in her body tightened, along with her grip on the bed sheets.  She felt
her feet plant on the soft carpet of the bedroom and she started to grind
herself, offering more and more for Bobby to enjoy. 

He did.

He continued to kiss and pleasure
her through her orgasm, with each flick of his tongue like a brushstroke, creating
his own masterpiece between Beth’s legs.

Not once in her life had Beth
experienced such a sensation of a man who wanted to taste her so badly.

When her body released itself and
she could find her voice, and her breath, Beth looked down at Bobby. 

“I need you,” she said with her
voice crackling.  “I need you.”

“I’m right here,” Bobby whispered. 

His lips came forward to her smooth
shaved skin, kissing back up her robust body.  As he kissed, Beth had a devious
idea of her own.  She worked her body down and off the bed as Bobby moved up. 
When she moved to her knees, she placed her hands on Bobby’s legs and pushed,
forcing him to take a couple steps back.  She was now eye level with him, with
his erection.

“Beth,” Bobby said. 

She looked up at him and smiled a
sultry smile, then licked her lips.  She squeezed her grip on his legs and then
pulled, allowing Bobby to come forward.  The tip of his erection touched her
eager lips.  Beth kissed him a few times, playfully teasing, and then finally
opened her mouth.  She let him into her mouth as deep as he wanted to go,
opening as wide as she had to but still keeping her lips tight enough on his
shaft to please him.  Her tongue rested against the bottom of Bobby’s erection
and she started to move her tongue left to right, making Bobby groan in
delight. 

One of his hands touched the top of
her head, stroking her hair a little as she pulled back on him.  The reverse
motion, topped with her tight grip from her lips, made Bobby move to his toes. 
Beth stopped at the tip of his erection, feeling the sensitive flesh.  She
closed her mouth as hard as she could and sucked, sending erotic tingles
throughout Bobby’s entire body. 

Bobby ran his hand down Beth’s hair
to her face and then to her shoulder.  He regretted his next move as he pushed
at her, wanting her to open her mouth and move off him.  Beth complied and
before Bobby could speak, her right hand went from his leg to the base of his
cock.  She stroked him base to tip and back, letting her own warm saliva ease her
motion.

Bobby let out a long
“Ahhh…”
sound and then stepped back.

“You’re going to kill me,” he said
swallowing harder, catching his breath.

“Kill you?” Beth replied.  “Why
would I kill you?  You’re much better alive. 
Alive and hard
.”

“Get on your bed,” Bobby said.  “I
want to feel all of you.”

“You know, I’m not used to having a
boss,” Beth said. 

She had a sexy smile as she spoke. 
She climbed back onto the bed, her legs open for Bobby, and she waited.  As he
came forward, they both sighed and thought the same thought at the exact same
time.

Finally.

From the second Bobby saw Beth in
the newspaper article, he felt something happen inside. 

From the second Beth saw how
genuine Bobby felt about her, she wanted to find a way to keep him.

Pausing with the tip of his
erection barely touching Beth’s wet slit, Bobby looked down at her body.  Her
beauty, her curves, everything put together with a perfection that he could
see.  Damn anyone who couldn’t see it and damn anyone who did anything to harm
a woman like Beth. 

“What are you doing?” Beth asked. 
Her body tingled, desperate to feel Bobby inside her.

“Looking at you,” Bobby said.

“Why?”

“Because you’re beautiful.”

Beth’s mouth fell open and Bobby
thrust forward.  He penetrated her just like his tongue did, with subtle
pressure at first but unlike his tongue, his erection had a hardness and
thickness that forced Beth’s tender pussy to open for him. 

He was gentle, enough to assume
that it had been a while for Beth.  He was right, and Beth appreciated it. 
Taking him slow and easy made her body gush.  By the time he fully entered her,
Beth felt another orgasm attacking her body. 

Another one?

She smiled as she lifted herself,
allowing Bobby to enter her even more. 

He then began to pump her, easing
his way in and out as his hands touched her body.  From her hips up her sides,
even to her breasts, his hands were practically everywhere.  His right hand
moved up to Beth’s face, holding her cheek as he fucked her.  She stared back
at him, lost in her own world of intensely growing pleasure.  His left hand
went to the bed and gripped the sheets.  Bobby lowered himself down to Beth’s
body and he hovered over her face, just inches away.

They breathed on each other,
sharing sounds and sex.  Bobby thrust harder at Beth, working her body to his
liking.  In return, Beth pumped, working with Bobby, feeling her warm insides
throbbing on his cock, massaging and squeezing, wanting him to climax.

As Bobby’s speed increased their
bodies touched and rubbed allowing them to feel each other.  Bobby could feel
Beth’s curves bouncing off his muscle.  When Beth felt Bobby’s hard muscles
crashing against her skin, she moaned each and every time. 

The more she moaned, the harder he
fucked her.

The harder he fucked her, the more
the bed tried to move. 

Soon their rhythm turned into the
moaning of the bed springs, the moaning of Beth, the groaning of Bobby, and
finally, the sweet and sexy sounds of their bodies coming together.  Beth had
everything between her legs so wet that the sound of Bobby pumping her made her
come again.  Each orgasm proved more electric, with more wetness and more
throbbing for Bobby to enjoy.

The enjoyment became too much to
bear.  The rush in his body had reached a climax that he knew he wouldn’t be
able to contain.  His only chance at that would be to pull out from Beth and he
couldn’t.  His mind, body, and heart wouldn’t allow it.

With his hand on Beth’s cheek and
his other hand still gripping the sheets, Bobby looked down at Beth’s sexy,
full body, all the way down to his own cock as it slid in and out of her.  By
the time he looked back up and into Beth’s eyes, he had reached his full
climax.

Beth felt Bobby thicken, and when
he came forward the last time, he held there.

When she felt his release pound into
her, Beth cried out and arched her body.  She offered all of herself to Bobby. 
He gave her short but deep pumps through his orgasm, grunting each time he
throbbed in her.

When Bobby pulled himself from
Beth, they both climbed onto Beth’s bed and collapsed together.  They managed
to get under the covers and stared at each other.  Bobby’s fingertips grazed
her shoulder and arm.  It gave her goose bumps, but between her legs she still
burned.

“Sleep here,” Beth said.  “With
me.  Right here.”

Bobby, knowing more than Beth
realized he knew, understood that it wasn’t just about the sex or even
companionship.  Her eyes were still innocent and hinted at a fear that she
tried to keep hidden.  Bobby inched towards Beth until his body touched hers
again.  His hand slid around her back and he squeezed her.

“I’m not going anywhere tonight,”
he said. 

He kissed Beth’s forehead and it
made him flutter inside.  He wanted to jump from Beth’s comfortable bed and
scream.  He wanted to call Mr. Galloway and quit his job.  He wanted to lock
the door to the bedroom and never leave.

Instead, he smiled and let his eyes
shut.

“No, don’t,” Beth said.

Bobby opened his eyes.  “What’s
wrong?”

“Don’t sleep.”