My Love - Bobby & Sophie: A Crossroads Novella

by Melanie Shawn

  Of course she knew she was going to have to tell Bobby about the situation, but tonight was not the right time. This new job was Bobby’s dream opportunity, and he never did anything for himself. He’d sacrificed for his family and given up any dreams he’d had to immediately start working for the family business as soon as he’d graduated high school. Sophie knew Bobby. When he found out that they had a baby on the way, he’d sacrifice again.

  They stopped in front of room 4030 and Bobby swiped the fob in front of the sensor. A loud click rang out through the deserted hallway just as Sophie’s mind was swimming. Her chest constricted and she placed her hands, one on top of the other, over her stomach as the gravity of her condition smothered her consciousness, pulling her down like she was in reality quicksand. The harder she tried to fight against being dragged under, the faster she sank.

  Holy shit. I’m pregnant.

  “Soph?”

  Bobby’s voice sounded a million miles away, and it wasn’t until Sophie felt the warmth of his large hand on the small of her back that she lifted her head and noticed the concerned expression on his face as he stood holding the hotel room door open.

  Damn. She needed to get it together. Put her game face on. Take Cher’s advice from Moonstruck and snap out of it.

  In college, she minored in theater. She could do this. Deliberately, Sophie took a cleansing breath and relaxed every single one of her facial muscles as she stepped past her husband into the room. Her shoulder brushed against his solid chest, and even through the cotton barrier of her sleeve and his button-up shirt, his hard planes sent a thrill skittering through her that landed smack-dab in the center of her being.

  More than once in her life, she wondered if there would ever be a scenario when Bobby wouldn’t turn her on. Now, she had her answer.

  For all intents and purposes, Sophie was a total basket case tonight. Her life felt like a runaway horse, galloping with unbridled abandon, and she honestly had no clue how to pull in the reins and regain control. In one day, her perfect, balanced life had gone all Fresh Prince of Bel-Air and gotten flipped, turned upside down. But none of that mattered when it came to Bobby’s unmatched effect on her mind, body, and soul.

  With one touch, one glance, one word, Sophie was reduced to a quivering puddle of arousal. Just like on the drive into the city, Bobby made everything else in the world disappear, and all that existed was him.

  Sophie heard the door click shut and felt (more than heard) Bobby move behind her. The heat of his breath fanned over her shoulder as his hands came to rest on her hips.

  “What’s going on with you?”

  The worry in Bobby’s voice created a stabbing sense of guilt twisting in her chest, and she leaned back against him under the weight of it. The movement brought her into direct contact with his groin. His rock-hard erection pressed forcefully against her backside, and a low moan rumbled through him at the same time that a needy gasp fell from her lips. Instinctively, she rolled her hips back, seeking more contact. Strong fingers gripped her hips, stilling her movement.

  “Soph.”

  Her name was meant to be a warning. She knew that. She just decided to ignore it.

  “Please. I need you.”

  Her whispered plea caused Bobby to tense behind her.

  Placing her hands on top of his, she rolled her body seductively, grinding against Bobby’s hard length as she drew his hands up her body, over her ribcage, to her breasts heavy with need. When she closed her hands over his so that he was cupping her fullness, Bobby stilled, hesitating for a split second before cursing under his breath and tightening his grip. Looking down at his large, sun-kissed hands covering her mounds still bound in her snug, red dress was a visual turn-on. Sophie continued her hips’ sensual assault on Bobby’s steel-hard length as she let her head fall back against his broad shoulders and her hands fall limp at her sides.

  Reaching back, she gripped his strong thighs, loving the feeling of his muscles jumping beneath her touch as she seductively moved her body against him. For several moments, Bobby let her take the lead. She knew her husband, and he was very aware that he was merely allowing her to have the illusion that she was in control of this encounter, that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to take advantage of the opportunity.

  Her back arched, and she could sense how tightly strung his body was. After one particularly sinful grind, Sophie heard Bobby hiss as he sucked in an audible breath. She moaned in unadulterated lust as she felt the unmistakable feeling of his dick jumping beneath his zippered slacks and twitching against her firm, rounded butt cheeks.

  Then Sophie felt herself being spun around as her zipper was being pulled down her back. Before she even got her footing, her dress was coming off. She had a vague awareness of her arms lifting before she found herself standing in front of her fully clothed husband in nothing more than her panties and high heels, since this dress did not require a bra.

  Bobby’s eyes hungrily roamed up and down her body, taking in every inch of her from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. His gaze was like a physical touch. Chills rippled across her skin in the wake of the intensity of his stare.

  Sophie felt like she could burn up on the spot from the fevered arousal rising inside her, peaking at inferno status—and Bobby wasn’t even touching her. Slowly, he lifted his hands to his neck and began unbuttoning his shirt with no rush or urgency. Sophie watched, captivated as his shirt naturally fell apart, giving her a peek of his bare skin. Tingles broke out on her palms and ran up her arms, down her torso, pooling in a throbbing pulse at her core as she thought about just what lay beneath that dress shirt and those slacks.

  As he reached the button just above the waistline of his pants, he pulled his shirt out from beneath it and, after releasing the final two buttons, removed it completely. Where, just a moment ago, Sophie’s mouth was salivating at her husband’s striptease—that, in her mind, rivaled Magic Mike!—now, her mouth was dry as a bone as she stared in awe and wonder at his physique.

  Bobby’s body was perfection. Not only did he practice MMA, he also worked—used to work—in construction, which was a physically demanding job. Her eyes flitted over his powerful, muscular frame, over the dips and lines of the contours that filled out his all-male shape.

  “Turn around.”

  Every cell in Sophie’s body became electrified at the sound of Bobby’s gravelly command. Slowly, she turned on her heel, stopping when she faced the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the sparkling Chicago skyline. She could see her husband standing behind her in the fuzzy reflection in the window. Not clearly enough to make out Bobby’s eyes, but she could feel that they were giving her backside the same visual inspection he’d given her frontal region. A warmth flowed through her at the sound of his primal appreciation of what he saw.

  Her pulse quickened as she watched Bobby’s shadowed figure move up behind her. When his hand lifted to her neck, she felt his fingers brush her hair to one side. Her breath caught and her knees weakened as his lips pressed firmly against the bare skin of her neck, which he’d just exposed. Sophie tilted her head to the side and she reached out to balance herself on the high-backed chair in front of her.

  Bobby peppered her neck and shoulders with openmouthed kisses. The sting of his teeth nipping at her shoulder blade caused her back to arch and her hips to press intimately against the erection straining against Bobby’s slacks. His mouth moved down her spine in hot kisses. Each time, his lips touched her with elevated urgency as his thumbs hooked the string of her panties and pulled them down to her ankles. She began to step out of them, but she felt his long fingers wrap tightly around her ankles, halting her movement.

  “Don’t,” he spoke gruffly. Then he lifted one foot, spreading her legs apart before setting it down and then repeating his action with the other ankle.

  Sophie stood with her legs planted as wide as the constraints of her panties would allow, and she had to admit that she liked the feeling of the satin digging in
to the side of her ankles.

  “Fuck. Do you know how sexy you look? Spread wide open for me, your panties around your ankles, keeping you exactly where I want you?” The rough tone in Bobby’s voice fused through her veins like cream poured into piping-hot coffee. It filled her entire body.

  Sophie could already feel the deep, tingling build of an orgasm as Bobby slowly ran his hands up the sides of her calves and over her knee, sliding up past her thigh and over her hips, his thumbs brushing along her spine. She could feel herself getting wet, her sex throbbing, begging for his attention. When he started back down the path he’d just blazed, she held her breath as she waited for his fingers to slip into the wet heat of her arousal. But instead of making the detour to her pleasure center, he continued down her leg and she almost let out a loud cry of frustration.

  When she looked over her shoulder to see what the holdup was, her protest died on her lips from what she saw. Bobby was shirtless and settled back on his heels behind her. That image was sexy enough for her to bite her tongue. But the thing that had actually silenced her complaint was the look in his eyes, on his face. It was like he was worshiping her with his stare.

  Biting her lip, she felt a rush of arousal pool between her legs as a soft sigh escaped her mouth. Bobby’s steel-blue eyes immediately shot up to hers, and when he saw that she was peeking, his expression turned from one of awe and reverence to one of heat and challenge.

  Without saying a word, he slapped his large palm against her backside. The erotic sting sent a shock of pleasure lashing though her and shooting straight to her center. She cried out in pleasure as her head fell forward.

  Bobby moved his hand up the small of her back and pressed against it, causing her to bend over at the waist. His mouth came down on the bare skin of her left butt cheek, which he’d just swatted. Then he mirrored his actions on the other side, licking and kissing each highly sensitized area until she was panting in need, her body pulsating with a carnal ache.

  Her fingers tightened around the arms of the chair he had her bent over. She tried to steady herself, but she wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold herself up.

  “Please,” she begged with a desperation that surprised even her.

  Thankfully, Sophie didn’t have to clarify what she had been asking for, because the next moment, she felt Bobby’s hands spread her apart and his mouth covering her hungrily. His tongue ran up and down the seam of her opening before curling around the hood of her sex. Then he started the process all over again. With each pass of his tongue, he added a fraction more pressure, sending white-hot bliss exploding inside her.

  Her legs began shaking as pleasure whipped through her, and she could feel herself getting close to the edge as Bobby licked her ruthlessly while he fed off the sweetness of her core. Just as she felt herself going up and over the crest, Bobby changed his tempo and began rapidly flicking her clit with the end of his tongue, sending her skyrocketing into a blinding burst of ecstasy.

  Ripples of pleasure rolled through her as she rode out wave after wave of deliciously, heady gratification. His mouth continued, relentlessly stroking her swollen nub as she came down from the cloud of bliss he’d sent her to. She felt herself growing weak after such an explosive release, but she didn’t have the strength to voice anything more than a satisfied sigh.

  * * *

  Bobby felt Sophie’s limbs go limp, and reluctantly, he tore his mouth away from her sweet juices. The moment he did, he missed the feeling of her soft lips, her tight opening, the hardened nub of her clit beneath his tongue. And that taste… Nothing in the world tasted better than Sophie’s candy-flavored arousal.

  Standing, he turned her pliant body around so that she was facing him and gathered her up into his arms. Then he stepped on the crotch of her panties so her feet would pull out of them as he lifted her off the ground and turned her so that her back was pressed flat to the wall. Her arms and legs instantly wrapped around him as her naked breasts were crushed against his bare chest. His mouth came down on hers when he knew she was securely held between his body and the wall.

  She opened up immediately to him, and he swept his tongue inside her mouth. The knowledge that she would be able to taste herself on his tongue caused his dick to swell even larger and his balls to tighten with powerful need. Her hands twisted the hair at the base of his neck as he devoured her in a soul-claiming kiss. His tongue was searching her mouth with savage intensity. And as the honeyed scent of her sex drifted up through the air, his lips captured hers, fueling the fire of his arousal like kerosene dowsing an open flame. With every swipe of his tongue across hers, her hips pumped insistently into him.

  The wet heat of her mound seeped through Bobby’s slacks, making his length pulse heavily beneath its cloth-covered restraint. Not wanting to be too rough, Bobby intentionally slowed the pace of their frenzied kiss. It took self-control he hadn’t even known he possessed to draw their kiss out into a long, drugging, passionate encounter.

  Something was going on with Sophie tonight, and as much as he wanted to drive into her with every ounce of pent-up sexual need that had been driving him crazy all day—hell, if he was being honest, it might have been building up for the last six months or so, since she’d been traveling so much—he didn’t. Something stopped him. There was a fragility to her tonight that normally wasn’t there. A vulnerability he had never sensed before. His mind and heart knew he needed to treat her with an extra dose of sensitivity. Unfortunately, his body was not on board with his amateur diagnosis of her mental state.

  His heart was still beating so hard and fast that he wasn’t sure it would ever slow to a normal pace again. His blood was flowing like a raging-rapid river that came to a head at, well…his head. The one below the belt. Sophie wasn’t really helping him in his handle-with-care mission. With every tantalizing movement of her sexy-as-sin body, the only message he was receiving was ‘slippery when wet.’

  Knowing that if he didn’t do something, the thin thread of what little control he had left would snap like a twig in the hands of a professional wrestler. So, tightening his hands around her hips, he lifted her off the wall and was just about to turn and carry her to the king-sized bed in the middle of the room when she surprised the hell out of him by breaking their kiss and pushing away from him.

  Bobby immediately released her, setting her feet on the ground. He was raising his hands to cup her face, which was cast down, to lift it up and see what was wrong when she dropped down to her knees in front of him. Her hands gripped his waistline and she popped the button off his trousers, her movements rushed and frantic.

  Stepping back, Bobby captured her wrists with his hands. “Soph,” he breathed.

  She looked up at him, her hazel eyes surrounded by dark, thick lashes and filled with more need and more lust than he might have ever seen. The sight caused his base instincts to flare up with hot intensity. The moment he saw that look in her eyes, his handle-with-care plan was quickly overridden by her slippery-when-wet, all-systems-go signal.

  Still, just because she’d managed to derail his mission, that did not mean she was going to be the one calling the shots. No. That would still be him.

  Removing her hands from his pants, he saw a flash of disappointment cross her face before her hands fell to her sides. It only lasted for a second until she saw that he was taking care of getting undressed himself. Her eyes were glued to his fingers as he pulled down his zipper and then hooked his fingers under the elastic of his boxer briefs, taking special care to stretch them out so that they would clear his raging hard-on. Then he pushed his slacks down, slipping off his dress shoes and socks at the same time.

  As he stood back up, his erection jutted out proudly from his body. When Sophie’s eyes alighted on it, her pink tongue slipped out between her full lips as she dragged a path, licking them in what Bobby knew was a completely unconscious response, but it was so seductive that he was afraid his knees would buckle beneath him.

  Taking his thick length in
his hand, he pumped himself several times while Sophie remained kneeling in front of him, her bare breasts rapidly rising and falling as her breaths came in short pants. He watched the black in the center of her eyes grow larger and the moonlight shining in through the window illuminate the pink flush that rose up her chest as she watched his hand stroke his heavy length.

  Stepping forward, he threaded his hand through her silky hair as he brushed the head of his shaft across her moist lips. Her eyes closed and she let out a sigh that fanned against his oversensitive tip as he traced the outline of her sweet mouth. Then, slowly, he pressed his engorged flesh between her wet lips, feeding himself to her as she sealed her lips around him and sucked his throbbing member into her wet mouth, sending hot lust whipping through him. Watching, as she pulled him in deep and then slid him out of her talented mouth, was enough to undo him right there.

  Releasing himself, he tangled his other hand in her hair and helped guide her head as it bobbed in a steady rhythm, bringing him dangerously close to exploding in her mouth.

  Not wanting that to happen, he pulled her up. When he did that, her legs automatically wrapped around his waist. Backing her once again up against the wall, Bobby moved his hips, his hard shaft rubbing easily along the sensitive, flesh between her legs, which was slippery with her own desire.

  After sealing his mouth over hers in an all-consuming kiss, he pulled back slightly before aligning himself at her slick opening. Then he entered her fully in one deep thrust. Giving her all he had to give, he filled her completely. Sweat broke out on his brow as her inner walls squeezed him tight. Resting his forehead against hers for a moment, he gave her body time to adjust to his substantial girth.