Bobby Does Dallas (Hill Country Heart)

by Sable Hunter

  Bobby stared – little circlets of dampness declared that she had milk for their baby. It was incredibly sexy. “No, it’s beautiful.”

  “I don’t have a nursing bra on, I’ll have to go in the other room and pull off my clothes.” She got u leave.

  Bobby stopped her. “Don’t go. I’d give anything to watch you feed our child. Do you mind?” He wanted to be a part of everything they did. He didn’t want to miss another moment

  Cecile flushed a little at the thought, but she pulled off the jacket, her blouse and then the shear bra that did nothing to hide her breasts. They were even bigger than before, and she knew they had been too big for her body-size to begin with. Almost, she crossed her arms to hide herself. “I’ve grown, I’m afraid.”

  Trying to swallow, Bobby licked his lips. God in Heaven! “Yes, you have.” She was devastatingly beautiful and sexy. He was almost jealous of his son. But his time would come. “And, I can’t wait to get my hands and mouth on you.”

  Taking the baby from him, she smiled at his praise. “I can’t wait, either. I’m glad you still think I’m pretty.” She arranged the baby at her breast and he knew just what to do.

  Bobby pulled her back in the crook of his arm so he could be up close and personal. He had never been privileged to watch a baby nurse, especially his baby. Jaidon had this down pat. Bobby was enraptured to watch his little mouth working the nipple. He chuckled when Jaidon put his hand on Ceelee’s breast and patted and pushed on it. He laughed out loud when the baby smacked, and snorted, “He’s gonna be a big eater, isn’t he? We’ll spend all our time trying to put food on the table for this bruiser.”

  Ceelee nestled into Bobby’s warm embrace. This was absolute paradise. She had her baby in her arms and they were both cradled in the arms of the one who had helped her give him life, and given her love. “I love you, Bobby.” She couldn’t hold it back.

  He kissed her temple. “I love you, too, Ceelee.” God, he wanted her. “How old is Jaidon?” He had an ulterior motive for asking, but the information was important to him.

  “He’s a little over eight weeks old.” She soothed the baby’s soft black hair and stared into his dark eyes. “He looks just like you, doesn’t he?” Bobby didn’t say anything for a second, and Cecile had the worst thought. Did Bobby have any doubts that the baby was his? He hadn’t acted like it, but she needed to put his mind to rest. “I haven’t been with anyone else, Bobby. The baby is yours. Do you want me to have any tests?”

  “Hell, no!” Bobby was taken aback. “Why would you say that?” Had he given her the impression that he had doubts? Then he realized it was because of Mary Alice. Lord, that situation had him more problems than it had been worth. “Jaidon is my son. It’s as plain as day to me. So, no; I don’t need for you to take any damn test.”

  Ceelee laughed at his consternation. Picking the baby up, she laid him on her shoulder and patted his small back.

  Bobby was looking at Jaidon eye to eye and when Jaidon smiled at him – his world suddenly made sense. And when Jaidon let a huge burp go, they all laughed. “Here let me take him. I want to rock him to sleep. Is that okay?” Bobby looked at her and she nodded, giving him their bundle of joy. “You go get ready for bed. Can I make love to you, baby? Is it safe? I’ll be so gentle, I’ll treat you like you’re made of glass.”

  Cecile pouted her lips a little. “I’ve gotten the release from my doctor, so – yes, it’s safe. But, I have no desire to be ‘handled with care’. I’ve missed you more than you ever know and I want to be taken, ravished, possessed – I want all you’ve got, cowboy. My body is starving for yours.”

  The big man just stood there holding the tiny baby. Then he winked at her. “Oh, baby. You’ve just set off the launch sequence. Just give me a second to get our little man down for the count and I’ll take you on a journey to paradise – Texas style.”

  ~ Chapter Ten ~

  Cecile was as nervous as a cat. She took a quick shower and shaved everything that needed it. Since she had been with Bobby, she had visited a spa and got the full treatment, so her lady-parts were smooth and ready for him. Already, she was wet and swollen. Just the memory of how his cock felt as it filled her emptiness had her swollen and eager. Debating what to wear, if anything, she opted for a sheer white gown that covered everything but hid nothing. Since their first meeting anything white and see-through reminded her of their hunger for one another. Realizing that she still had milk, she debated trying to pump it out and store it. Feeding Jaidon all he wanted wasn’t a problem; she produced enough milk for two babies. But she didn’t know how Bobby would feel about the fact that when he suckled her, he would be getting more than a mouthful of tit. And having his mouth on her breast was one thing that she couldn’t do without; she had been fantasizing about it the whole time they had been apart.

  The decision was taken out of her hands when the door opened. “There you are. Sweet boy, is out like a light. I left him laying flat on the mattress with a light blanket. I don’t know much about babies, but I didn’t want him to smother.” He was just chattering away. Apparently, fatherhood excited the hell out of Bobby. As he stepped further into the room, she walked out of the bathroto meet him. The light from over the sink was the only light in the room, so she was enveloped in a warm golden glow. “Holy Mother of God, angel. Look at you.” Bobby was wearing a pair of jeans that he had already unbuckled and a white western shirt that he had already unsnapped – and in the most economical of moves that Cecile had ever seen, he shed his clothes in about 30 seconds flat.

  “I’ve missed you, Bobby.”

  “Missing you is a mild way to put it. I haven’t breathed since we’ve been apart.” He walked up to her slowly. His manhood got to her a couple of seconds before the rest of him did; she had never seen him so fully engorged. With a soft touch, she caressed the hard stalk, marveling that in a few moments it would be wholly contained within the aching depths of her body.

  He lifted up her hair, cupping his hands behind her neck and captured her mouth in a deep, searing kiss that had her clit peeking out of its hood and begging for attention. “Hmmmm, baby. Your lips are so sweet.” With hungry hands he soothed all over her body, from shoulder to hand, from neck to the cleavage that fascinated him so. In a move she wasn’t expecting, he knelt at her feet and ran his hands up under her gown – caressing her legs from ankles to hip. “I’ve dreamed about touching you for months, baby. It’s been almost a year!” He laughed. “Jaidon’s proof of that – a year since I touched you – a year since I sucked your nipples – a year since I pushed my cock into the haven of your body.” He pressed his forehead into her abdomen and just inhaled her scent. “God, I want all of you; I’m overwhelmed, I’ve got to slow down. If I don’t, I’m gonna explode just from touching your skin.”

  Cecile held out her hand. “Come with me. We’ve got all night. Let me give you some relief.” She guided him to sit on the bed and lean back against the headboard. He watched in awe as she skimmed the gown over her head leaving her gloriously nude. “I’ve never done this before – but I bet I can figure it out.” Joining him on the bed, she backed up to him, straddling his legs and spreading her thighs, giving him full access to her womanhood. “Guide him in – I’m more than ready for you.”

  Bobby knew he was being selfish – he had done nothing to ready her, prepare her – there had been no foreplay. But he had been celibate for nine months and his control was gone. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”

  As she sank down onto his iron-hard shaft, the relief of his invasion was unspeakable. “Nothing to make up,” she gasped. “I want this more than you do.”

  “Seriously doubting that,” Bobby groaned at the tight, wet heaven that welcomed him. Sinking into her was like being massaged by warm, whipped cream. “Do you know what this position is called, Ceelee?” He held on to her hips while she proceeded to ride him into insanity.

  “Wonderful?” She didn’t have her full wits about her, all she wanted to do was
grind her pussy down on his groin and scream.

  “It’s a reverse cowgirl – fittin’ huh?” He pulled her back against his chest and angled her so he could drive her crazy with short hard jabs.

  “It fits just fine,” she let her head rest on his shoulder. “Touch my breasts, please?” She was beyond being embarrassed about begging – her whole body was on fire.

  “Oh, yeah!” he breathed into her ear. “Two handfuls of delight.” He lifted them and molded them – massaged the puffy pink areolas and pulled on the nipples.”

  Darts of ecstasy shot through her at his welcome attention to her breasts. But when milk started coating his fingers, she stiffened – not knowing how he was going to react. “Sorry,” she whispered.

  Bobby bit her on the neck and ground his cock up harder and deeper. “That’s the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen.” He licked the milk off of his fingers. “If that didn’t belong to my baby boy, I’d give my eyeteeth to have a taste.”

  “There’s plenty for both of you.” She wanted to say more to him, she really did – but it felt so good. When he moved one hand down to rub on her clit she lost it – just flat lost it. “Bobby!” she screamed as her world exploded. He held her tight as she quaked and jerked in his arms.

  Bobby’s eyes rolled back in his head. Her whole channel was hugging his cock and fluttering around him like a million tiny kisses. “Sweet Jesus, baby – you are unbelievable!” He didn’t let up in his piston-like movements. With constant touches, he rubbed her body – fondled her breasts and led her from satisfaction back to full arousal. “I can’t get enough of you.”

  Cecile laughed. “Don’t get me wrong – I love it. But you’ve never talked this much when we made love.” Bobby laughed too. And his answer brought tears to her eyes.

  I can’t help it, Ceelee. I’m just so happy to be here – I can’t hush.” With one strong movement of his body, he propelled them backward into the bed so that they were lying flat – she was still impaled on his cock, but now she was lying back on his body – fully supine. “Hold on, honey. This is my grand finale.” He lifted his legs so his knees were bent, giving him greater ability to move his hips. Grasping her breasts, he bucked his hips and carried her on a ride to the stars. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” He chanted in her ear as their orgasms crashed in a simultaneous wave of rapture.

  Cecile lay on her side. She rubbed s hest in a movement of contemplation and contentment. His eyes were still closed and his breathing was just now settling down to something near normal. She wanted to ask him what the future held for them – but she bit her tongue. That would come – or it wouldn’t. Placing one kiss in the center of his chest, she vowed silently not to pressure him. He talked like he wanted to be a part of her and Jaidon’s life, but Bobby was young, handsome and had the world by the tail. It wouldn’t be fair of her to make any demands. To her right, the baby monitor let her know that somebody wasn’t happy. “I bet he’s wet. I’ll be right back.” She slipped from the bed, grabbed her robe, and headed to the nursery. Footballs behind her let her know that Bobby didn’t intend to miss out on the action.

  “Let me do it. I need to learn.” He had pulled on his T-shirt, which gave him some semblance of modesty – but did nothing to hide all that dangled below. Oh, well – it wouldn’t offend Jaidon’s sensibilities – he was too young – and it sure didn’t offend hers. She helped him gather everything he needed and showed him how to lower the side of the crib so he could change his first diaper.

  It was so sweet – Jaidon was so small and Bobby was so big. His hands dwarfed the baby’s legs and Jaidon was in a kicking, squirming mood. “I’m gonna hog-tie you boy,” Bobby started playing with his son. “I’ve wrestled steers to the ground. I think I can handle a tiny mite like you.”

  Cecile wasn’t so sure. When he took the diaper off and was met with a fountain of little-boy wee-wee spurting up at him, she thought she would die laughing.

  “What in tarnation!” Bobby covered the erupting geyser with the diaper and looked at Cecile in horror. “Did you know they would do that?”

  She couldn’t answer for laughing – every time he moved the diaper, Jaidon let loose with another spurt. If he wasn’t so young, she would have thought that he was playing a joke on his pop. “Yes. When he takes a notion to go, you have to cover him up and get out of the way.”

  Bobby stood to one side and lifted the corner of the diaper warily. “You little bugger, you.” He got rid of the dirty diaper in the pail and then set out to clean and change him. She had to help with the diaper alignment, but Bobby caught on quickly. And when he bent over and began blowing raspberries on Jaidon’s stomach – Cecile lost her heart forever. She was so happy she could burst. It felt like nothing could come between them or take away this joy.

  She was wrong.

  Bobby had every intention of spending as much time with Ceelee and their son as possible, but things got crazy – fast. Practice, scheduled public appearances and out of town games forced him to split his time into too many fragmented segments to plese him.

  He moved a few changes of clothes to her house and intended to move more – but some nights it was so late when he got through with his obligations that he would crash in his apartment so as not to wake them up by his all-hours coming and going. Tonight, to hell with the world – he was going to sleep in his baby's arms if it hare-lipped the governor.

  It was ten-thirty and he had just finished with a moonlight photo shoot around the pool at Southfork Ranch. Since one reporter had called him 'the next Bobby Ewing' that comparison just wouldn't die. Andrea was still being a bitch, but she was making him a hella of a lot of money, so he put up with it. Ceelee had given him his own key, so he used it to ease in the house. Warm, inviting smells hit him like a wave of nostalgia. She had left a light on for him, sweet thing, and there was a note propped up on the table.

  "There’s a plate of shrimp creole in the oven on warm and a fresh apple tart in the frig. Eat fast and come to bed – I'm hungry."

  Ceelee

  After he read the note, it wasn't his stomach that was screaming for attention. Before going to feed his craving, he stopped for some Jaidon loving. God, he loved that little morsel of humanity. If he had kissed that little boy once, he had kissed him a million times. He couldn't get enough of his sweet baby smell and how it felt to cuddle him close. Ceelee would never know what a treasure she had given him. Now if he could just slow his life down enough to make them a permanent and legal part of his life. He had set the ball in motion and Alex and Ethan were going to help him. Even the Dallas Cowboy franchise was in on the act – when he proposed to Ceelee Fairchild the whole world was going to be a witness.

  Tiptoeing up to the crib, he watched his sleeping boy-angel. Careful not to wake him, he got some baby sugar. "Sleep tight, little man. I'll see you when you wake up."

  Now, on to the main attraction. Bless her heart. she had lit candles and had on the sexiest little red baby doll jammies he had ever seen. But he had kept her waiting too long and she had slipped into slumber. Lord, she was cuddly. Shedding his clothes, he joined her on the bed. Instantly, her body responded to his. She turned to him and curled herself around him, bringing his dick to full attention. "You're home." Were there ever sweeter words?

  "Yeah, baby. I'm home." Thinking she was too sleepy to play, he was pleased to feel her little hands rub down his stomach and follow his treasure trail south in search of big game. He didn't disappoint.

  " you feel so good," she purred. The next thing he knew, he felt her hot, velvet mouth envelop the head of his cock and she began to swirl her tongue around and around – teasing the glans underneath until she had him moving his hips in the instinctive dance of desire. Taking his sac in one hand, she played with his balls as she sucked on his dick hard enough to make him bellow with enjoyment. "God! Ceelee!"

  Cecile was truly awake now and ready to get down to business. With one hand she proceeded to jack him off – squeezing and rubbing,
moving the skin up and down the granite-hard rod just enough to drive him mad. Her mouth was on to more exotic pursuits. Signaling him to spread his legs farther, she nuzzled his scrotal sac and surprised the hell out of him by taking one of his balls in her mouth and rolling it over her tongue. "Holy Shit!" Yeah, that was the response she was after.

  Bobby couldn't take anymore – he wanted to come inside of her – deep inside. Workouts and lifting weights had paid off because Bobby's upper body strength was second to none. Lifting her like she weighed nothing – Bobby stood and brought her with him. "That's a cute little outfit – and I'll appreciate it more, later; but now I need to feel your satin, smooth skin. He pulled the top off and tossed it behind him, freeing those gorgeous tits that were never far from his mind. "Pull down those wee panties and stand on the bed. I'm taking you for a ride."

  Trembling with excitement, Cecile followed his guidelines. She had no idea what he had in mind. "Wrap your legs around my waist." Only for a moment did she hesitate. "Come on, I'm not gonna drop you. You're too precious to me."

  Ceelee steadied herself on his shoulders and let him support her weight as she fitted herself to his body. Reaching between them with one hand, she fit the head of his penis to her opening and then held her breath as he pushed his way into her hot center. "Hmmm, that's so good," she moaned. After that, it was all Bobby. He was so strong all she had to do was let him have his way. He had her riding his cock, moving her body in the most exquisite motions – the perfect drag and draw of his flesh against her.

  "Do you like that baby?" Bobby had to ask. It felt wonderful to him, but his pleasure wasn't as important to him as hers was.

  "Yes, yes, yes," her answer was in cadence with his thrusts. Wanting to go even deeper, Bobby carried her to the smooth wall and secured her against it and began to pump in earnest. It must have felt good to her, because she gripped his shoulders with her fingers and dug her heels into his hips and she added her own thrusts to the mix. "Harder, Bobby. Harder, please!" she begged.