Bobby Does Dallas: Hill Country Heart Read Free

nose to nose with Cecile.  “Divorce the asshole.  You can live with me until you decide what to do about your house.”
        
    A Few Weeks Later
     Tamara lay on the bed, trembling with anticipation.  Opening her legs, wide; she offered herself to her lover.  Derrick knelt on the floor, never taking his eyes away from the beautiful sight spread before him for his pleasurep; She was wet and swollen for him.  "I can't wait to taste you, precious.  May I kiss you?  Here?" He ran one gentle finger down the center of her pussy. 
     Tamara lifted her hips.  "Please, Derrick.  I can't wait.  No one has ever done this for me, before."  She watched in fascination as he bent his head, drawing ever nearer to her eager sex.  At the first touch of his lips and tongue, her body almost bent double with delight.  "Oh, sweet Lord," she whispered.  "That feels so good!"
     Derrick held her fast with strong hands as he ate his fill of her sweet cream.  "Steady, baby.  I've got you."
     Tamara arched her back in absolute ecstasy.  This was better than she had ever imagined.  How had she lived without this pleasure?  He cupped her breast with one hand and began to massage the nipple in time with his thrusting tongue.  "Sweetheart, I love this.  I could kiss you like this forever."      
     At his words of praise, Tamara pushed herself into his face, wordlessly begging for more.  He met her need, circling his tongue around her clitoris – driving her absolutely mad with bliss.
     
    Cecile read the words that Annalise had written as erotic romance author Ann Pace.  Her hand trembled as she hit the down arrow button to change the page.  Closing her eyes she let the muscles of her sex contract and ease, contract and ease.  If she imagined hard enough, she could almost feel a cock moving in and out of her – giving her what she needed, what she longed for.  "God!   I'm pitiful!" Pushing the laptop away from her, Cecile lay back on the bed and cupped her swollen sex through her clothes.  She was so horny she thought she might expire from sheer sexual frustration!  "I've either got to get laid or change jobs," she sighed.  Annalise's writing was so hot!  Unable to stand it any longer, Cecile pulled at her own clothing until she was nude.  If no one else would make love to her, she would make love to herself.  Never having indulged in the purchase of a sex toy, all she had to work with were her own hands, but she didn’t care; she was beyond desperate. 
    Lying back on her beige quilted duvet, she bent her knees and spread her legs open wide.  Just the air from the ceiling fan made her engorged clit vibrate.  Hungry to be touched, she let her own palms slide up her thighs, over her abdomen and up to cup her aching breasts.  Even the touch of her own hands felt good.  Tossing her head from side to side, she played with her own tits.  Finding that she needed more than a tender caress, Cecile clasped her nipples between her fingers and the base of her thumb and worked the tender nubbins against the hard part of her hand.  It felt so good!  As she massaged and pinched her nipples, she worked her hips up and down, clenching and unclenching the muscles of her vagina – pretending that a man was pumping into her empty, throbbing sex.
    Needing even more, Cecile fingered her own pussy.  Sliding the tips of her fingers up and down the lips of her vulva, she inserted one finger into the channel that pulsed with longing and moved it in and out.  Finding that to be highly unsatisfying, she moved on up, rubbing her clitoris in a circular motion.  Oh, that's better .  As she pulled at her nipple and manipulated her clit, Cecile pictured herself as the heroine in one of Annalise's novels – a desirable woman that could attract and please a man.  In her mind's eye, she saw him above her.  His expression was heated and he had eyes only for her.  Lifting her head, she sought his lips – fantasizing about