Free For His Taste by Karolyn James Page A

feel each other.  Bobby could feel
Beth’s curves bouncing off his muscle.  When Beth felt Bobby’s hard muscles
crashing against her skin, she moaned each and every time. 
    The more she moaned, the harder he
fucked her.
    The harder he fucked her, the more
the bed tried to move. 
    Soon their rhythm turned into the
moaning of the bed springs, the moaning of Beth, the groaning of Bobby, and
finally, the sweet and sexy sounds of their bodies coming together.  Beth had
everything between her legs so wet that the sound of Bobby pumping her made her
come again.  Each orgasm proved more electric, with more wetness and more
throbbing for Bobby to enjoy.
    The enjoyment became too much to
bear.  The rush in his body had reached a climax that he knew he wouldn’t be
able to contain.  His only chance at that would be to pull out from Beth and he
couldn’t.  His mind, body, and heart wouldn’t allow it.
    With his hand on Beth’s cheek and
his other hand still gripping the sheets, Bobby looked down at Beth’s sexy,
full body, all the way down to his own cock as it slid in and out of her.  By
the time he looked back up and into Beth’s eyes, he had reached his full
climax.
    Beth felt Bobby thicken, and when
he came forward the last time, he held there.
    When she felt his release pound into
her, Beth cried out and arched her body.  She offered all of herself to Bobby. 
He gave her short but deep pumps through his orgasm, grunting each time he
throbbed in her.
    When Bobby pulled himself from
Beth, they both climbed onto Beth’s bed and collapsed together.  They managed
to get under the covers and stared at each other.  Bobby’s fingertips grazed
her shoulder and arm.  It gave her goose bumps, but between her legs she still
burned.
    “Sleep here,” Beth said.  “With
me.  Right here.”
    Bobby, knowing more than Beth
realized he knew, understood that it wasn’t just about the sex or even
companionship.  Her eyes were still innocent and hinted at a fear that she
tried to keep hidden.  Bobby inched towards Beth until his body touched hers
again.  His hand slid around her back and he squeezed her.
    “I’m not going anywhere tonight,”
he said. 
    He kissed Beth’s forehead and it
made him flutter inside.  He wanted to jump from Beth’s comfortable bed and
scream.  He wanted to call Mr. Galloway and quit his job.  He wanted to lock
the door to the bedroom and never leave.
    Instead, he smiled and let his eyes
shut.
    “No, don’t,” Beth said.
    Bobby opened his eyes.  “What’s
wrong?”
    “Don’t sleep.”
    “Why?”
    “Because tomorrow will come.”
    “Tomorrow will come no matter
what.”
    “Not if we’re awake.  Just stay
awake.”
    “But tomorrow will be great.  A new
day…”
    “I don’t want this day to end yet,”
Beth said.
    “Talk to me then,” Bobby said.  He
could sense that Beth wasn’t just naked in the physical sense but in terms of
something much greater.
    “I can’t believe how life works,”
Beth said.  “Here I am, in bed with you.  Look at you.”
    “Look at you,” Bobby said.
    “I don’t want to.”
    “You should.”
    “Have you ever been called a pig
before?  Or fat?”
    “No,” Bobby said.  “But that
doesn’t mean I haven’t been called anything.”
    Beth grabbed for the covers and
pulled them up to her chin.  As sudden rush of self consciousness hit her
hard. 
    “Well, I know what I’ve been
called,” she said.
    “You shouldn’t listen to people,”
Bobby said.  He brushed some of Beth’s hair behind her ear.  “Unless it’s me.” 
He tried to smile but Beth wasn’t buying now.
    “I listen when someone has a gun
pointed at me.”
    As Beth said it, her voice
cracked.  Her body tingled with fear and tears filled her eyes.  She hadn’t
spoken to anyone other than police about the robbery.  She had nobody else to
talk to or anyone who would listen to her.  She knew that Bobby was still
considered a stranger and maybe that’s