Blood Obsession: Max

Dave Jordan weaved through midtown traffic. Max Buckley sat quietly in the passenger seat staring out the window through aviator sunglasses. His mouth was formed into a grim line. He did not take in the babble of his partner. Dave regaled Max with his participation in an academy buddy’s wedding party. “The bride’s mother was so uptight, she refused to let anyone bring a plus one unless they were married or engaged.” He laughed. “You should have seen her face when I opened her other daughter’s hotel room door the morning after the wedding.” Max shook his head. He was calculating how he was going to question a potential suspect to a burglary.

The radio cracked to life. A silent alarm was signaling a robbery in progress at an upscale clothing boutique. Dave hit the switch for the light on the dashboard. “We are two blocks out.” Max radioed that two plainclothes officers were responding.

The store sat in the center of the West 51st Street block. Dave turned off the light before turning onto the crowded street. Max signaled Dave with two fingers to approach the entrance from the left. He would take the left. The atmosphere of the store was cave like. Dim, dark lighting and loud music. The smell was an overpowering array of floral and musky perfumes. The two detectives scanned through the window. A lone woman stood at the counter in the center of the store. A man dressed in a sleek black snake skin suit leaned against the counter. Max could make out a small blued weapon. “He’s armed.” Max whispered. Dave smiled a knowing smile. Max pulled open the door. “I told you that a blender was not a good gift.” Dave bantered lightly. “Ok we are here. I’ll get her that slinky little red dress she wanted.” Max strode through the store. He automatically assessed the man. Tall. 6’2” tall about 175. When he got closer he saw a small gold earring. The look in the young sales girls eyes reminded him of the deer in the headlights.

Max approached the counter. “Hi doll face. I’m sorry to bother you but I need to get in an out quick. My girl wants that red dress.” He pointed to the ornately dressed manikin at the side of the floor.” The man at the desk whirled to face Max. When he did this, Dave placed his weapon next to his ear. “Don’t move, NYPD. You are under arrest.” The smartly dressed bad guy froze. Max watched his fingers flex over the trigger on his weapon. Calmly, Max arched an eyebrow and pointed his weapon between his eyes. “I don’t think you want to do that.” Hoping he would take the hint. He looked directly into Max’s eyes and gave up.

Dave handcuffed him and radioed in one in custody. At that point the store filled with uniformed police officers. Max handed off the weapon and turned his attention to the girl behind the counter. The adrenalin of the situation began to ebb. Max saw she was holing so tightly to the counter that her knuckles were white. She was trying desperately to maintain her composure. Max recognized the look and rapidly moved behind the young girl. He reached her just as her knocking knees gave out from under her. His big warm hands wrapped around her as he eased her to the floor. “Honey, put your head between your knees and take a breath for me.” His voice was filled with strength. “You are safe.” Her face was pale and covered with sweat from fear. Tears poured from her eyes and sobs wracked her chest. “Detective, do we need a bus.” A fresh faced cop asked him. Max nodded yes.”

He knelt beside her. “Honey, breathe for me.” He placed his hand at the small of her back. The young girl began to shake. Max slipped off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl. The simple sleeveless pink sheath offered her no protection from these shudders. He slipped to the floor and sat beside her placing a protective paternal arm around her. His broad chest was warm and tight. The ambulance crew arrived and as he tried to let them in, she grabbed onto him. His sweet smile soothed her. “It’s all right. Let these boys give you a hand. I’ll be right here.” Dave leaned over the counter and reached out a hand to help his partner off the ground. “Daddy. I’ll meet you at the hospital.” Max’s eyes twinkled at Dave’s knowing eye.

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Blood Obsession: New Start Part 2

Max sat at his desk rolling his wedding ring with his thumb.  His eyes focused on the now empty desk. “Hit the ground running, will try to call when I can. <3” The text message filled the screen of his phone. “<3” He responded back. The choice to move on was right. He knew it,  but would the transfer to Special Victim’s Unit be good for her? He tried to shake off the feeling as being overprotective. He thought instead of her first week in the unit. Dave and Rose were assigned to court and he was assigned ‘Princess’. Chuckling to himself at the memory of the first time he called her that. She never complained. A nickname first mentioned to tease was now the term of his deep love for her. She was his princess.

The Brownstone building was old and stately. The old iron elevator barely contained the two of them. The gate intricately carved in flowers and ivy. The doors closed and her fragrance wafted in the air. He was lost. “Buckley, for Christ sakes you are 31 years old. Stop feeling like you are 15.” These feelings unnerved him. Both reached for the bell. Her hand brushed against his and he felt electricity. “You okay?” Her voice soft and concerned. He shrugged his shoulders. He watched her pony tail swing as they waited.

Leonard Bosworth answered the door. The 28 year old trust fund baby was wearing tight leather pants that left nothing to the imagination. His black tee shirt was equally tight revealing a taut rippled abdomen. “Detective Buckley and Wallace to see Leonard Bosworth.” Max extended his hand. “Come in detectives.” He stared at Bobbi, a hint of recognition in his eyes. Max sat on the blood red couch. Bobbi chose the high backed intricately carved chair. “Can you tell us what was stolen?” Bosworth answered Max, watching Bobbi like prey. Bobbi tilted her head apparently bemused at the unwanted attention. He pointed at the empty grey wall. “My Picasso.” Bobbi stood and walked to the wall. Both men watched her run her fingers against the wall. “Quick repair?” Bobbi now stood directly in front of him. Max watched her roll her bottom lip under the top. Again she tilted her head. Max fought to suspend his sudden desire to devour her mouth. “What do you mean detective?” “The wall is warm. The plaster is fresh.” Bobbi backed up. Bosworth stood placing a controlling hand on Bobbi’s hip. He liked what he saw. Before Bobbi could react, Max rose like a cobra ready to strike. Bosworth withdrew his hand. Max moved between them. “How dare he even think to touch her?” subduing his desire to deck him. “What was behind the painting?” Bosworth’s mouth curled downward in a frown.

Bosworth sat. His face a combination of rage and frustration. No woman ever questioned him. Bobbi was under his skin. “I do not know what you mean.” Max pulled himself out of his fog. “Answer Detective Wallace’s question.” His voice icy. Bobbi stood again running one freshly manicured finger along the intricate chair rail molding. Max watched wishing he was beneath that touch. She paused, smiled and pressed. The wall slid open revealing a safe. Bobbi walked over to Max and away from the pretentious man triumphant. Leonard Bosworth was used to getting what he wanted. Bobbi was used to men like him. He disgusted her. Max’s anger flared and continued the interview no longer distracted.

Two hours later, they parted company. It was clear the painting was the least of his losses. Mr. Bosworth lost two million dollars worth of untraceable bearer bonds. “Okay princess, tell me how the hell you knew?” “Beginner’s luck.” Bobbi’s smile was warm and seductive. She did not want to say that there was a similar vault in her own home. Max melted again. His imagination was wild. He wondered what other secrets were under that beautiful exterior. The phone returned him to reality.

Bobbi and her new partner Kurt Walden drove east to the Suffolk County home of Kyle Schmitt, Emily’s boyfriend and rapist. “Bobbi, I am really sorry about what happened at the hospital.” “Kurt how could you know?” “You are my partner now. I should have asked. Forgive me?” Kurt pulled up in front of the brown ranch home.”

Fran Schmitt, Kyle’s mom answered the door. Kurt and Bobbi decided they would play it as a notification rather than an accusatory interview. “Mrs. Schmitt, we would like to speak with Kyle about his girlfriend Emily.” She opened the door for them.

Kyle was 6’2 with hazel eyes and black wiry hair. He nervously played with his phone. “Kyle, Emily wanted us to speak with you. She was hurt at school last night.” “Oh my god, what happened?” Bile rose in Bobbi’s throat. “She was attacked.” Kurt continued. “Really, I told her she could get hurt leaving like that.” “Leaving like what?” “Going away, living in a dorm. Bad things can happen.” Bobbi noticed he never asked about her. “She is very upset.” “She should be. She learned what happens to bad girls.” Kurt stiffened. “What happens?” Bobbi asked her voice childlike. “She gets taught a lesson.” “What kind of lesson.” Kurt pushed. “She gets reminded who’s the boss.” Kyle shifted to the edge of his seat. “Kyle, don’t you want to know how Emily is?” “I know.” “You know what?” ” i know what happened. She should be good and sore. She knows she’s mine.” Kurt flashed a look at Bobbi. “Sore from what?” “I took what’s mine. I fucked that little bitch hard. No one will want those goods but me.” “Kyle Schmitt, please stand up.” Before Kurt could finish his statement, Kyle ran. “Son of a bitch, they always run.” Kurt and Bobbi followed after him. Bobbi tore out the door with Kurt on her heels. Kyle jumped the fence in a neighboring yard. Bobbi vaulted the fence diving for Kyle’s knees. She brought him down hard. Kurt reached them in time to help her secure him. “Kyle Schmitt, you are under arrest.”

Bobbi was fast asleep when he got home. He carefully locked his gun away and went downstairs to unwind. He turned an old World War II movie and sipped a beer. Andrew slipped into her room. His hand snaked around her face. He hiked up her nightgown and forced his way inside her. “No! Stop!” Bobbi screamed at the top of her lungs. Max dropped the beer and ran taking the steps two at a time. Bobbi’s screams continued unabated. Max throw open the bedroom door. His breath caught in his throat. Gently, he approached her screaming form. The dream had a deep hold. Her hands beat at him. “Bobbi, I’m here. Princess, you are safe. Shhh.” He cooed pulling her into his embrace. Her eyes flew open tears replacing the screams.

 

 

Blood Obsession: New start

Bobbi let the water from the shower caress her body. Her stomach was in knots. Her first shift in Queens Special Victim’s unit was dawning with the sunrise. She hoped the stream would awaken her as she slept fitfully. Max stepped behind her into the spray. He poured shampoo into his palms and rubbed them together. He ran his soapy hands through her hair. He massaged her scalp with small rhythmic circles. Bobbi closed her eyes and absorbed his strength. He turned her into the spray taking her mouth with his as the soap slid down her body. His lips followed the soap trail. He let his tongue circle her belly. She moaned at the sensation deep in her belly. Max looked into her eyes as he lifted her into his arms. His arousal slipped between her soap slicked thighs. Her legs wrapped around him as he pressed her back into the shower wall. His thrusts matched her delighted cries. She leaned into his shoulder exploding around him. Max smiled, letting her feet regain contact with the floor. Still with no words, he soaped the bath sponge and washed her body.

The ride to Queens from their Garden City home was easy. Traffic was light at this hour in the morning. The sky was a brilliant blue. The humidity was low on this late August morning. She felt a tiny pang of regret leaving the security of the 10th squad and Max’s reassuring presence. But it was time to start again. Time to stand on her own two feet.

Bobbi flipped her sunglasses onto her head and emptied the building. Soon she walked into the small squad room. A man about 45 years old with short cropped brown and grey hair was engrossed in a phone call. “Where is she? Yes. No. Keep her there. Make sure uniform doesn’t leave her side. And keep her off the phone.” He looked up to see Bobbi waiting. His green eyes sparkled as her smiled. “Can I help you?” “I hope so, I am looking for Kurt Walden.” “Well you’ve found him. Can I help you?” He asked for the second time. “I’m Bobbi Wallace, your transfer from the one-o” He stood. “Welcome aboard. Don’t put your stuff down. We have a college girl at the hospital.”

The emergency room was relatively peaceful at 6:30 in the morning. Kurt and Bobbi were quickly directed to the treatment area “Her name is Emily Waverly.18 year old Freshman at the College.” where a uniformed patrol officer sat with a young blonde girl. Her eyes were glassy and she held the blanket tightly around her. “I’m Detective Walden and this is Detective Wallace. We are here from the Special Victims Unit. Emily, could you tell us what happened?” Bobbi pulled out a memo pad and  prepared to write.” Emily was very evasive with the exception of saying she was raped.” Kurt gently questioned. He reminded her of Brad Dellecourt. Bobbi listened attentively for what Emily was not saying. She had no doubt Emily was raped but she knew Emily was lying about the remaining details. Emily claimed she was attacked from behind on the way home from a new student welcome party. Emily gave enough for the rape exam.

Bobbi waited for the door to close. “Kurt, she’s lying. She does not have an abrasion on her palms and her shoe’s are not scuffed. If she was attacked the way she said, she would have both.” Kurt eyed his new partner. “Well what do you think happened?” “I need to ask a couple of questions.”

Bobbi and Kurt reentered the room. “Emily do you have a boyfriend?” She nodded. “Would you like Detective Walden and I to call him?” She shook her head no. Her eyes were wild. “Emily, I want to tell you a short story. Two years ago, I made a decision my boyfriend did not like. Saying he loved me and knew what was best for me, he raped me.” Bobbi took her hand. “Do you want to change your story?”

After Emily’s revised statement, “Detective may I speak you for a moment?” Kurt’s tone was authoritative. Outside the exam room, “Detective,I do not know what you did in your other assignment, but here we don’t lie to get a statement, no matter how you think the victim is lying.” Bobbi swallowed hard. “Kurt, I don’t lie.

Blood Obsession: Fall Breezes

Bobbi steps into the stirrup and pops into the saddle. The chestnut stallion prances under her. A firm squeeze of her calves brings him under control. He is the latest member of her parent’s stable. Zeus stands tall, he senses the experienced rider.

Bobbi adjusts the reins and heads for the wooded trails that surround her parents property. The sun flickers through the golden tree leaves. A soft breeze blows brushing her cheeks like a gentle caress. The smell of moist dirt mixed with pine fills the air as she takes to the trail. A rock of her hips and a tap of her heel urges Zeus into a slow trot and then a gentle canter. Bobbi feels exhilarated.

Her mind flashes to her night before. Dinner with Andrew Marcus, a lawyer in her parents firm, son of a partner, childhood friend, her first lover and the man her parents want her to marry. She so misses Erik. “Why did I do that?” She urges the horse onward.

They sat at the table in the small French bistro. It was their first time seeing each other alone since Bobbi became a police officer. She wore a simple white blouse and navy pencil skirt and Steve Madden pumps. He wore a crisp Tom Ford suit. His black hair impeccably styled. He ordered off the menu in French. Their meal was accompanied by an incredibly delicious pinot noir. “It is so good to see you Roberta.” His voice smooth as silk. Bobbi sipped the wine. “Thank you Andrew. I promised my folks that I would get out more.” She smiled sweetly. “Ah a pity date.” He refilled her glass. “Andrew don’t do that. You an I have known each other since we were toddlers. I value you as a friend.” Andrew raised an eyebrow. “Roberta that is saying you like a specific brand of tires.” Bobbi rolled her eyes. They chatted amicably about her job and his, old friends and family.

“Crème Brule” the waiter served them the delectable dessert topped with fresh strawberries and a touch of whipped cream. Bobbi enjoyed the sweet treat. She felt the warmth of the wine moving through her body. “Darling, do you want to stop out for an after dinner drink?” Bobbi felt safe with him and agreed.

Andrew’s penthouse was a glass kaleidoscope. Walls of glass were illuminated by exquisite colors. A large amber leather couch dominated the living room. The walls were covered in original works of modern art. Bobbi sat comfortably on the couch. She sipped a glass of Cristal. The bubbles tickled her nose. She giggled. Andrew leered at her. He sat beside her. His hand drifted to her knee. “You look beautiful tonight.” Bobbi looked up at him. Andrew bent in to kiss her. Bobbi pushed him gently away. “Andrew, we shouldn’t. I don’t feel….” Andrew pushed her back into the cushions covering her mouth with his. The alcohol took over and she closed her eyes. Dreamily she visualized Erik. Wanting him and needing him. Andrew roughly opened her blouse. Pulling at her bra he twisted each nipple between his fingers. His hands moved greedily across her body. Hoisting up her skirt, he slipped his fingers under the lace of her panties. Bobbi responded unable to say no, the alcohol lowering her threshold. Andrew plied her until her body responded with it’s sweet wetness. Andrew tore at his trousers, and with one rapid thrust he pressed into her. Bobbi yelped at the invasion, now coming more alert. Her eyes flashed open as he thrust inside her. Tears dropped from her cheeks as he filled her. He smiled at her, mistaking her tears of regret for joy.

The tree lay across her path, Bobbi leaned into Zeus’s neck and flew over it. She pressed the graceful animal faster, unleashing her own anger at herself. She should have said no. She will never love him. But her parent’s. He’s safe. “I can’t fall in love again. I just can’t” Fresh tears coated her cheeks as she rode on.

Blood Obsession: Monsters

This is a companion piece to Blood Obsession by RL Dunn available on Amazon and iTunes

The woman clung to Bobbi. Her face battered. Her husband struggled against the handcuffs. Bobbi walked her out to an awaiting ambulance. The special victims detective jumped in the ambulance with her. As Bobbi secured the doors of the ambulance she muttered “Monster” to herself. Bobbi and Steve Carlton walked the husband into the building. “That bitch got what she deserved. She’s supposed to put out.” The 75th precinct sat in the east New York section of Brooklyn The desk was busy. The desk officer, Francine Montoya was petite in stature, but her voice boomed across the lobby. “Wallace go see the Inspector.” Bobbi literally jumped out of her shoes. Steve looked at her. “Relax, you didn’t do anything.” His eyes twinkled at his rookie partner. “Hey maybe you did something good. I’ve got this piece of crap go on up.” Steve took control of their prisoner and Bobbi headed down the corridor.

Ashton Scott sat on a corner of Inspector Marty King’s desk. They were laughing as Bobbi walked in. “You needed to see me sir?” She sputtered. “Wallace, you remember Lt. Scott.” Bobbi acknowledged the tall, full chested blonde fit man. He exuded a quiet power. He reminded her of an older version of Erik. Bobbi swallowed hard. “Hi Lieu.” Bobbi stood at attention despite both bosses relaxed demeanor. “Wallace, Lt. Scott has a proposition.”

Three days later Bobbi surveyed the target in front of her. The Arizona sun beat down and burned her skin. Sweat soaked through her shirt outlining her full breasts.  Lt..Ashton Scott coached the department’s competition shooting team. She replaced one of the members who injured his arm falling off a ladder at home. Ashton was reminded by Ken George of the “flawless, sexy rookie who won a graduation award for shooting” Her ability to shoot intrigued him. The team could use a woman. He stood behind her. She smelled his cologne, a mix of ginger, pepper and pine as it surrounded her. She had trouble paying attention as his nearness suddenly aroused her. “There is a breeze from the south. You will have to adjust.” Bobbi nodded trying desperately to ignore a desire her feelings of nervousness and attraction. Ashton Scott had a brooding intensity. She was shocked at her feelings. She had not slept with anyone since Erik died except Andrew. That she regretted deeply.

Bobbi stepped to the line. Three rounds of shooting utilizing her service pistol. Standing, kneeling and seated at a target 15 yds ahead. Ashton placed his hand in the small of her back. “Good luck rookie girl” He whispered against her cheek. From him she tolerated the tease. Her skin tingled, her nerves tried to take her off balance. He stepped from the line. Coaches were not allowed. She squared her feet and waited for the command to fire. Target 32 stood in front of her. “Assume the low ready position. Fire” the command ripped down the line. Two fellow team members stood to her left and three more down the line to her right including Ken George. The bullets exploded from her weapon. The paper tore apart. She fired a perfect round. Her marks put the team into first place.

That night the team celebrated their victory. The bar was filled with cops from all over the United States. The mood was vibrant. Bobbi stood chatting with a Sheriff from North Dakota. “Where the hell did you learn to shoot like that?” Bobbi laughed swigging a sip from the beer Ken handed her. She desperately tried to ignore him and continued chatting with the Sherif.”Home, my dad. I used to target shoot with him.” “Hell honey, you are not even an instructor. You’re a baby.”  Bobbi smiled shaking her head “No sir, guess it just comes naturally.” She rejoined her team feeling a bit woozy. “I raise a toast to our little rookie.” Ken George wrapped his arms around her waist. Bobbi felt uncomfortable at his touch. She felt the room begin to spin. Ashton caught the flash of fear in her eye. “What do you say we call it a night folks. We have one more event early tomorrow. Ken looked angry at the boss and released Bobbi. Breathing a sigh of relief she headed quickly to the door to catch some fresh air to try to clear her head. Ashton took a protective stance between her Ken. “Thank you.” Bobbi whispered. “No worries.”

Ashton walked Bobbi to her door of the hotel. Her gait becoming unsteady. “I don’t feel well sir.” She leaned into him. “Safe passage.” He took the key card from her and opened the door. Bobbi ran for the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. As she knelt, Ashton handed her a wet washcloth. He also poured a cup of water. “Drink.” He had a commanding presence. She looked up into his penetrating blue eyes as she drank the cool fluid “Thank you again.” she whispered. Ashton helped her to her feet. As she stood, she lost her balance again. “Too much heat today.” He lifted her into his arms. He was angry as he feared Ken George had slipped her something. Her eyes clouded over. Gently he cradled her and carried her to the bed. He pulled down the covers and lay her down. The room spun around her. Carefully he removed her shoes and socks. Then he slipped off her jeans and covered her. Watching her as she slept he sat in the chair. He gripped his cell and dialed Ken. He seethed as he waited for him to answer .

Hours later Bobbi awoke and sat up with a start. She had no sense of time or place. “Bobbi, you are ok. Shhh.” Ashton joined her, sitting beside her on the bed. Bobbi looked confused. “I don’t remember leaving the bar.” “I think someone slipped you something.” Ashton handed her the rest of her water. “I wanted to make sure you were OK. I stayed.” His voice was soft and reassuring. Bobbi felt her heart beat rapidly. She was now clear headed but afraid. “Who would do this to me?” She shuddered. “I think it was Ken George.” His eyes flashed red. “Bobbi he is denying everything. Do you remember if he gave you anything?” Bobbi shook her head. “No, I remember the ice cream at dessert. That’s all.” She drew her knees to her chest wrapping her arms around them. “He has made my skin crawl since the first day I met him.” “Look, he will not come near you while you are here. Sgt Malone and I will make sure of it. And he will be disciplined at home. That I promise. ” Bobbi’s eyes teared. “You need to rest. C’mon lie down. Ashton pressed her shoulders into the pillows. She reached her hands around his neck. Pulling his head toward her mouth, he muttered a “we shouldn’t do this.” But he wanted her too. “No strings.” Bobbi ran her tongue over his lower lip. The sigh was guttural. “You are irresistible.” Ashton straddled her hips. She could not move beneath him. Yet she did not feel afraid. Bobbi reached up to touch him as he lifted his tee shirt over his head, His chest was broad covered with curly blonde hair. His abdomen was ripped with taut muscles. He moved his hands over her silk blouse. She arched her breasts into his strong hands. Her nipples tightened into firm buttons. Her fingers continued to explore his chest and back. With one hand he touched her face and ran his fingers through her hair. With the other hand he unbuttoned her blouse exposing her flesh colored bra. He slid his hand behind her and freed her from its confinement. Lifting her to a sitting position, he pulled both the bra and blouse free. Taking possession of her hands, Ashton seized one nipple with his teeth. Bobbi moaned and he moved to seize the other circling his tongue against her areola. Ashton shifted his weight, grinding against her. Bobbi bucked at the increasing pleasure. He slipped his finger beneath her now wet panties. His touch was sure and strong. Her body responded with heat and wet honey out of pure need. She moaned again. Letting go of her hands, he slid along her body to the edge of the bed. As he moved she raked her hands down his back. Gently he slid her panties down taking time to taste her sweetness. Standing at the foot of the bed he stared at her naked frame. Her nipples were pink and hard. Her inner thighs glistened in the low light of the room. Ashton licked his lips. He kicked off his shoes. He wore no socks. Bobbi sat up and her hands deftly freed him from the confines of pants. Naked he pressed her back into the soft pillows. His mouth again exploring hers. Her tongue scraped his teeth and she cried out as his hand slipped between her legs. Opening them for him, his finger tapped her clitoris. She closed her eyes as the touch sent her into a distant place. She rocked against him as his fingers slipped inside her, the heel of his hand massaging her. “Bobbi you are so wet.” Ashton rolled off her and slipped from the bed. Reaching for his discarded jeans he pulled a package from his wallet. He smiled at Bobbi. “Always prepared.” She giggled. Ashton breathed deeply. “You are so beautiful.” He moved to lay down across her. “We can stop.” He offered her. Bobbi quickly rolled with him, she now lay atop him. His hands cupped each full breast and her nipples hardened even more than she thought possible. This felt so good. She discarded all reason. Her hips pressed up. He was large, thick and hard against her. She looked down at him with half closed lids reveling in her pleasure. He reached up, supporting the back of her head, and rolled her back underneath him. She was pinned to the bed by his weight. She watched him slide the protective barrier over himself. He poised above her as he pressed her legs open and slid between them. He lifted her left leg, plying it with genle kisses as he placed it over his shoulder. As he repeated it with her right leg, his fingers again slid inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his touch. “Please.” She wanted to feel that fullness.  He smiled at her and pressed deep inside her inch by inch. A small yelp came from her mouth. It had been so long since she desired this. Ashton looked down at her afraid to move. “Did I hurt you.” “No” and she dug her heels into to urge him on. He watched her face as he moved in and out of her. His fingers kneaded her love knot. The pleasure took over her. Bobbi closed her eyes and moved with him. The delicious sensation filled her and she came with a cry that shook her body. He waited inside her for her to recover and slowly moved again inside her. Deeply and harder he thrust. She lifted her hips and from within grasped him deeply. He could not withstand her charms any longer and  he climaxed. Bobbi held him tightly as long as she could and then he withdrew. He took her in his arms and showered her with kisses.

Bobbi slept in his arms. He held her against him watching her sleep. They both agreed this would be a first and a last night together. Letting his hand drift along her body his touch awakened her. He claimed her mouth. Bobbi sighed and wrapped her legs around him.