Bobby Beds Belinda

Bobby had known Belinda since grade school. They met at recess. She was swinging on the big swing in her pretty pink dress. She was singing “Every Rose has It’s Thorn” at the top of her lungs and swinging her legs. Her brown hair was flowing, and it captured his 9-year-old heart.

She lived close to the river, and he used to ride his bike down to her house. They would go for long walks in the summertime, catching frogs and fireflies and talking about everything. She wanted to walk on the moon, and he would have moved the world to get her there.

It was a beautiful two years they spent together, before her dad got a job in another town and they had to move away. They talked on the phone a few times, but long distance was expensive. The letters stopped when they got older too. The teenagers lost touch, moved on, and dated other people. Bobby never quit thinking about her though. There was always a piece of his heart that held out hope that they would meet again. She was the cliché. The one who got away.

College had come and gone, and Bobby had a job at the hospital. He was in administration. It wasn’t flashy, but it paid well and required a tie. He had filled out nicely over the years. He was about six-foot tall, broad shoulders, and a well-developed upper body from working out at the gym. His kind eyes and touch of facial hair made you think that he would give the best hugs when you met him, and spending time with him only reinforced that fact. He had a bad breakup in his senior year. He hadn’t dated since then. Three years had passed, and he just hadn’t found the right one.

It was a Tuesday. He was at his usual coffee place, picking up his morning caramel latte, when he saw her. He would recognize those hazel eyes and that genuine smile anywhere. “Belinda?”

Those gorgeous eyes lit up brighter than a three-year-old on Christmas morning. “Bobby!” she exclaimed and almost ran to him. He wrapped his arms around her and Belinda just melted into her treasured childhood friend. Those arms. They felt like home in so many ways. She had just had a very rough go. Her boyfriend had dumped her a few months ago. He wasn’t much of a prize anyway, but her self-confidence had taken a hit, and she had moved, hoping to have a new start.

“How have you been?” He asked when they finally pulled away.

She couldn’t stop the tears from coming to her eyes. He did this to her. She couldn’t pretend with him. She couldn’t mask anything. It was like their souls were intertwined in a way she couldn’t explain. “Could we talk about it over dinner?” She asked without really thinking it through.

“Absolutely!” Bobby replied. “I will pick you up at six. Let me get your number and you can text me your address.”

Belinda didn’t hesitate, and they ended up texting throughout the day, catching up on life. So many things came pouring out of her. Her parents’ death, the way her ex had treated her, the perils of moving to the city and her shitty job at a record store. She trusted him, felt safe with him. There was something about him that made her think that everything was going to be okay.

Six o’clock arrived and she put on her favorite dress. It was just the right shade of green to bring out the green in her eyes. She knew it would catch his attention and catch his attention it did.

When Bobby pulled up and saw her walk down the sidewalk, he realized that there was something there that hadn’t been there before. Belinda was gorgeous. He had always known that, but now they were adults, and he definitely was feeling very adult things. Her eyes captured his heart, but they ignited something else within him. He wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anyone else. He wanted to protect her, to consume her, to make her feel everything she had ever wanted and more.

Belinda walked down the sidewalk and into Bobby’s waiting arms. That hug. She never wanted that hug to end. His chest felt like home, and he smelled so, so good. She pressed her whole body into him. She realized that her body wanted more. They had never even kissed, but there was something that she couldn’t deny. Her eyes met his, and there was fire. It was a passion igniting that seemed to pull kindling from the love they shared. One spark, and it was burning hot. Not the red and orange hot that she had felt with her ex, but the blue of flames that would melt steel. A forge that might form anything. She hoped he had ideas.

Bobby couldn’t help himself. He kissed her. He had never kissed anyone like he kissed her. Their lips met and sparks flew. It was like swirls of magical blue and purple, dancing in the witch’s cauldron. She pressed her body into his, feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. It was like she melted into him. It was slow and gentle, but somehow more passionate than anything she had ever experienced. He carried her away to a place where everything else ceased to exist. It was just Bobby and Belinda, intertwined on the sidewalk in front of her tiny apartment.

Yes, her leg popped up. She didn’t even realize it, but her nosy neighbor did. Mrs. Smith smiled as she looked out the window. She had been worried about her melancholic new neighbor, but she had a feeling that her life had changed in that moment.

Bobby could feel things starting to happen below, and he knew that Belinda needed to eat. He had a feeling that she hadn’t been doing that enough, and he was overcome with the desire to feed her. “Let’s go to Big Mike’s Steakhouse. If I remember correctly, you love a good ribeye.”

She did. She hadn’t had a good steak in years, and she was craving red meat all of a sudden. As she slid into the leather seats of his Camary, she felt safe. He reached over and intertwined his fingers with hers. As she looked down at her hand in his she felt something awaken inside of her. The safety of his touch turned her on and made her want to please him in ways that she had never wanted to please anyone else before. She wanted her lips everywhere. She wanted his lips everywhere. She had never had anyone’s lips everywhere, but she wanted his….

They pulled up to the restaurant. Belinda had been quiet on the drive. She was obviously thinking something, but Bobby wasn’t sure what. She smiled at him. He parked the car and hurried around to open the door for her. He offered her his arm as she stepped out, and she slipped her hand through the crook in his elbow. He led her into the steakhouse and slipped his arm around her waist as they entered. The hostess seated them quickly, and he helped her into one side of the booth before slipping into the other.

They brought out the menus and bread. Bobby saw her grab for her roll, obviously hungry. He didn’t want that. Something about her missing meals and not eating enough cut him in a place deep inside. He didn’t want that ever. He was overcome with the need to care for her, take care of her, provide for her.

They both had bread and ordered their meals. The conversation flowed easily, and there was definite flirting. As they ordered desert, he felt her leg slide up next to his under the table. She pressed into him, feeling the warmth and strength of his calf. It made her tingle. It made him tingle too.

“Would you want to come over to my place after dinner? I could give you a tour, we could talk, maybe cuddle?” He suggested with a wink.

Belinda actually blushed. “I would love that!” she gushed. She would. She would actually like to do more than cuddle.

They finished up and Bobby quietly took care of the check. She didn’t see how much it was. He wasn’t going to let her, but she did notice that he had left a very nice cash tip. She liked that. He was the sort of person that took care of the people in his life.

On the way to his place, he put some music on. Guns N’ Roses. Her face broke out in a big smile and she let herself relax, singing along to the music. She felt free. She knew she was safe to be herself and she liked it.

As they pulled into his place, she noticed the rosebushes out front. Her parents had roses in their house by the river. They even looked like the same ones. He noticed and smiled. “They are the same roses. I took cuttings and have been growing them for years. They reminded me of you.”

Belinda blushed again as he plucked one of the flowers and put it into her hair. “They are almost as beautiful as you are.” He kissed her gently on the forehead as she looked down shyly. He briefly pictured her naked, spread out on his bead, that flower in her hair, his face between her legs.

Her hand found his and easily intertwined her fingers in his, snapping him out of his head. He opened the door and led her in.

It was clean, orderly, but lived in. He showed her around. He had books. So many books. It was cozy. He had his bedroom, a home office, two big bathrooms, one with a jetted tub and walk in shower. It wasn’t extravagant, but it was very comfortable, and very different from her tiny place with its drafty windows and poor water pressure.

“Could I get you a drink? I have root beer.” She used to love root beer. He remembered.

“Sure!” Belinda replied, feeling very comfortable and at home. As they sipped their sodas from the cold cans they sat facing each other on the couch.

“So I was thinking,” Bobby explained, looking in her eyes, “That we should be a thing.”

“A thing?” Belinda asked, teasingly.

“Yes. A thing. I like you. A lot. I don’t want to let you slip away again.”

“Sure.” Belinda replied. “I think I would like that. We could see where it leads?”

Bobby loved the sound of that. He scooted closer to her on the couch, getting right up next to her and putting his arm around her shoulders.

They both felt that touch. It felt alive. They felt alive. The heat of the body. The warmth of the love there. The smell. They both smelled really good to each other. There was something about that smell that was intoxicating. They both felt it, they both knew. As their lips met, they kissed gently. Slowly. Softly. Bobby slipped his other arm around her and pulled her close to him. This felt so, so right.

As the passion grew, he grabbed her hands and brought them up over her head. He laid her back on the couch and gazed into her eyes. He was turned on now. So turned on. In fact, he had never been this turned on before in his entire life.

When Belinda saw that look in his eyes, with her hands pinned up over her head like that, she felt her stomach flip and her sex heat up. In that moment she knew that she would spend her lifetime happily dominated by this man. He didn’t want to own or control her. He wanted to take care of her, and that made her feel something primal. “Please?” slipped out of her mouth.

“Please what?” Bobby said with a grin.

“Anything.” Belinda whispered. Her eyes communicating the rest of her thoughts. Bobby knew in that moment that she meant it. She meant anything.

“Be mine” he asked.

“Yes, please!” She pleaded.

Bobby wrapped his arms around her tightly and lifted her from the couch as she wrapped her legs around his waist. She felt ecstatic as he carried her to the bed like she was nothing, laying her down on his clean sheets and moving the comforter out of the way. He sat her down gently and left for a moment. She felt something slip under her waist as he came back. What was that? A towel? Why would they need a towel? She was distracted for a moment before she felt his lips on her neck. As he gently kissed and nibbled her neck, she forgot everything else that existed. She moaned loudly and wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, thrusting her hips up towards him. She felt herself losing all control as he moved to her lips. She kissed him back passionately, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, playing with his, fighting with his. She almost didn’t notice as he slipped her dress off of her shoulders and down her body. She kind of shimmied out of it, not even realizing it was coming off. As he undid her bra and slipped her panties down, she grabbed at his shirt, almost ripping it over her head. His skin felt so good against hers as they continued kissing. It was hot and sexy, and that smell. His smell made her feel pure, white-hot lust.

It was this lust, entwined with the love she felt, that was the only thing on her mind as she undid his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, pulling them down and taking a moment to admire the firm package waiting for her under his smooth, blue, cotton boxer briefs. Her hands softly felt around his hardness. She almost seemed in awe. As if entranced, she bent down and gently kissed the head of his cock through the fabric. It was as if it was a promise, a gift to him. He twitched and took a deep breath as she slipped his boxers down and took him in her hands. She felt his smooth firmness and ran her fingers up and down his cock before curiously touching her lips to his exposed head. She kissed his cock again, this time wrapping her lips around him and flicking her tongue gently around and around the tip. It was his turn to moan before he gently pulled away and stood to rid himself of his pants. He didn’t want this to proceed any further before he spent some time worshiping the beautiful body and soul in front of him.

He traced his fingers gently down her body. Four fingers, barely caressing her skin. He slowly traced down her cheek and her neck, then down her chest to her small breasts, circling her right breast slowly, teasing her nipple gently with his thumb before taking it in his mouth and sucking it ever so gently. She was thrusting into him at this point, even though she didn’t realize it. His touch sent her into a frenzy. She wanted more. Her hands grasped at him. She needed him. Needed him in her. She wanted him now.

Bobby wasn’t ready for that yet, and Belinda in this state was something to behold. He wanted to make it last though. He needed this slow. He wanted to soak up every last second of her need, her passion. He grabbed her hands again with his left hand and pinned them up over her head.

Belinda fought against him in her need. She wanted him, needed him.

“Stop.” He whispered in her ear. “Let me love you.”

The fight slipped out of her at the sound of his voice. Her body relaxed, though the need didn’t leave. He went back to work, less gently this time. He let the passion take over as he grasped her breast this time. When he took it in his mouth again the gentleness was gone. He sucked hard and grazed her with his teeth. She gasped as he did this. She had never felt anything like that before. It made her feel alive. She wanted more. “God yes!” She exclaimed, pushing her body into him again. She felt his cock against her this time. It was rock hard and the tip was a little slippery. She knew that she needed that inside of her. Wanted it inside of her. She was trying to work herself against him again when she felt it again. His teeth against her. Harder this time.

He pinned both of her hands with his now, kissing her with the same force and passion. She was helpless against his lips, against his mouth, against his tongue. He worked his way down again, his lips working roughly against her neck. His teeth biting wide into her flesh, leaving bright red marks that would fade before morning. His rough kisses worked their way down her body as he pinned her hips underneath her. He held her legs wide open now, his face in between them.

She didn’t know what hit her when his lips and tongue found her clit. He kissed her pussy passionately and started working her clit with his tongue over and over again. He would lick her slowly, deliberately with his tongue wide and then flick her clit back and forth, back and forth, back and – she felt it. It was building fast and there wasn’t anything she could do to stop it. He intensified his efforts as her body stiffened. She had never cum like this before and she let out a scream as he nursed her through the orgasm. He worked two fingers into her as she came, rubbing her from the inside as she rode wave after wave. When she finally came down, he wrapped his arms around her.

She felt him push at her mouth again. He kissed her gently now, slipping his tongue into her a bit. She tasted herself on him. Her juices mixed with the subtle hints of root beer and love. He continued kissing her as he climbed on top of her, finally mounting her still quivering frame. He teased her gently, slipping the head of his cock back and forth against her still-sensitive clit. She shuddered as small waves washed over her, feeling him push against her slippery opening before finally, finally going inside.

He let himself fill her completely. Her tight, hot pussy felt so good around him. He was finally home. He knew that he wanted to spend a lifetime inside this cave, learning all of its secrets and wonders. He thrusted into her slowly, letting the feelings build, cherishing them, riding them. He gently nibbled her ear as he filled her, over and over.

“I’ve wanted you for a lifetime.” He whispered. “You are so, so beautiful.”

Belinda felt herself building again. She had never cum again so soon and was surprised, but she had a feeling that this man was going to surprise her again and again. She kissed him this time, wrapping her arms around him as she trust back into him, riding his hard cock. It felt so good inside of her. It was hitting all of the right places, and she loved it. She moaned as she came again. Her muscles tensed around him, sending him over the edge. As he poured himself into her, he knew that this was the start of something epic. Something