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How can I convince her? We stop dancing. I grab her beautiful face with both hands. I brush my lips to hers. Lightly. I taste her for the first time. Her lips. Her tongue. Mine. I own her. I devour her mouth. Everyone stares. Holy Fuck! I feel things I have never felt before. Desire. Passion. Need. Possession. Happy. Calm. Complete.
Gwen
The music stops. Bobby holds my face in his large hands. I tremble. He leans into to kiss me. I close my eyes. I have never been kissed by a man before. His lips press against mine. I feel his tongue touch my closed lips wanting access to my mouth. My first open mouth kiss with a man. I am hesitant. I slightly part my lips. His tongue thrusts into my mouth. His tongue is warm. It fiercely probes the inside of my mouth. My tongue joins his in an erotic dance inside my mouth. I moan.
Is he trying to make Evie Bliss jealous?Or…make a statement that I am his wife. I don’t know, but that kiss! His mouth hungry for mine. His kiss claims me. I wrap my arms around his waist. He pulls me closer. Our bodies firmly press together. I can feel his hardness. Wetness pools between my legs.Oh my!My breasts feel heavy. My nipples harden. He strokes my naked back with his hands.
His kiss deepens. Passion explodes. Bobby consumes me.
Wow!He sucks my lips into his mouth. He strokes them with his tongue. His kiss speaks of need and longing. He plunges his unyielding tongue into my mouth over and over again. I feel weak in my knees. Breathless. There is a throbbing fire of desire between my legs. His tongue keeps plundering my mouth. Deeper. Faster. Harder.
He tastes of darkness. Mystery. Strength. Power. His tongue needy. Demanding. Insatiable. I see stars behind my eyelids. My sex is swollen. Panties damp and sticky. I moan into his mouth. I feel his lips curve into a smile. I am losing control. I am lost. I don’t want the kiss to end. It doesn’t. He pulls me even closer. His mouth seals to mine. Tongue grinding into me. I rub my breasts against his chest. He growls.
Suddenly, Bobby breaks the kiss. I gasp. He presses his forehead against mine. I feel light-headed. He pulls back and looks into my eyes. His eyes are filled with lust. I fear he will take me right then and there on the dance floor. He grabs my hand and pulls me towards the entrance.
“Let’s go home, Gwen.”
I nod. He hurries to the front doors of the museum. I cannot keep up with his long strides. I run behind him. He turns. His eyes travel over my breasts that are bouncing. A wolfish grin appears on his face. I blush. Our bodyguards follow close behind.
Bobby’s SUV appears right as we walk outside. Bobby opens the door. I slide into the back seat. He climbs in after me. His hands pull me onto his lap. My mouth is his again. I feel his hunger. His desire. His need. His hands are all over me.
“Baby, I want you. I need you.” He murmurs in my ear as his tongue paints my mouth.
The drive to our penthouse passes quickly. I am lost in his kisses.
The SUV stops in front of our building. Bobby slides me off his lap. He gets out of the SUV and reaches for me. I trip and almost fall over my high heels as I get out. Bobby sweeps me into his arms. I look up and see a full moon in the dark evening sky. He carries me into the building. I feel weightless in his arms. I rest my head on his broad chest. I feel his body heat. I close my eyes. I feel the pull of the rising elevator. I hear whispers from the bodyguards. They check the penthouse. All clear. I feel safe.
Bobby carries me into our bedroom and sets me down on the bed. I open my eyes. The blinds are open. I can see the lights of city. Maria covered our bed with red rose petals.
“Don’t go anywhere, baby.”
Bobby lights the candles that have been set out all over the bedroom. Very romantic. He turns off the overhead bedroom light. He uses his cellphone to play soft music from the bedroom’s blue tooth speakers. Not Frank Sinatra. I listen as he undresses - takes his suitcoat off - tosses it on the couch. Pulls off his tie. Unbuttons his dress shirt. Unzips his pants.
I hear the pop of the champagne cork as he opens the bottle of expensive champagne on ice. He returns to the bed with two glasses of champagne.
Bobby sits on the bed next to me. He has stripped down to his black briefs. Wow! He is a vision of muscles and masculinity. His briefs tent at the crotch. I freeze. I am nervous.
“Now where were we?” He whispers.
I look at Bobby. The look on his face is pure hunger. Lust. Possessiveness. I want to slow down. I remember what Evie Bliss said and I stand up from the bed. Bobby stands and grabs my arm. He raises one eyebrow. I turn my back to him. He puts his arms around my waist. I struggle. His grip on me is strong. He will not release me.
“No.” I tell him.
I do not want to fulfill my duty as a wife. I am not ready.
“Yes.” He replies.
Bobby gently grabs my shoulders. He twirls me around, so I face him. Hands grip my back. He kisses me... I touch him. His muscles are hard and well-defined. His abdomen sports a 6-pack. I see a line of black hair that disappears inside his briefs. His pelvic muscles make a V shape that tapers between his hips. He smiles as he watches me look at the huge bulge between his legs. OMG! I bite my lower lip.
Bobby unzips my gown. He slides it down my body until it pools at my feet. I am wearing only a strapless red lace bra, matching bikini panties, and high heels. He looks at my body. My body is saying “yes”. My head is saying “no”. A battle my body is winning. My sex throbs. Pulses. Wetness drips down my leg. I am uncomfortable. I need something. I need release. I need him.
“Bellissima, beautiful.” He murmurs.
Bobby sits on the bed and yanks me onto his lap. I can feel his hardness on the back of my naked thighs. He grabs my ankles. Slips off my heels. He massages my feet. He leans in to kiss me. He seals his mouth to mine. His tongue battles for dominance in my mouth. I feel his tongue all the way to my center. I push my tongue in his mouth. He moans. I stroke his teeth. His tongue. I can’t get enough of his dark taste.
My hands glide down his muscular chest. Hard. Furry. Warm. He sighs. The hard muscles of his 6-pack abs look like they could cut like a knife. I run my hands over them.
He pulls me closer. My breasts press into his chest. He lightly massages my back. A hand strokes up and down my naked thighs. I am on fire. Dripping wet. My thong is soaked.
