Stalked For Love (15 page)

“Thomas?” I muttered, licking my lips, as his eyes lowered to them.

“Hmm, baby?” He asked.

“Get out of here, and don’t come back, not until I call you from my phone and tell you to come back here.” His face had transformed in a matter of a millisecond; grin gone, smile forgotten, as devastation covered him. “I’m sorry, but I need some time to myself. I have my laptop, so I will email my job about everything soon. I just want to think. I need to, and either I can do that here, or at a hotel?” I stated.

“O…K, are you sure you don’t—” he began to offer.

“I’m sure, I just need some time. Can you give me that, please?” I pleaded.

“Anything you need, baby,” he breathed.

“Okay, good,” I exhaled, and started to feel calm already. 

“Can I have a kiss?” He asked me. He looked so sexy from his orgasmic high, that I couldn’t deny him that kiss.

“Sure, you can have—” His lips were on mine in a flash. His hands in my hair, his body pressed against mine, and we fell back onto the bed. He had literally attacked me, as he rubbed himself against my slickness, and I moaned into his mouth.

He must have known that I was aroused from sucking his cock, and my God was he right. His hand entered my pants quickly, delving inside of my underwear as we kissed. I found myself bucking my hips against him as he touched me, needing to feel him. As he slid his fingers around my slickness, teasing me, I gasped.

“Oh God…” I whimpered against his mouth.

“I know, baby, I know,” he muttered, and kissed me again, as his fingers roamed around my slickness once, then twice more, before he plunged two fingers deep inside me.

“Oh yes, oh fuck,” I cried, I was in an instant coma of sensations. In a matter of seconds he had consumed me whole. His mouth consumed me, his fingers consumed me, and his body consumed me as well. I could feel him everywhere, my body was his to take and devour. He frantically tugged off my pants, as I tried to stop him. “No, we shouldn’t, Thomas,” I told him.

“We should, baby, tell me I can have you…tell me I can?” He sat back on his knees, rubbing his hand up and down his newly erect cock. The man was staring at me as if he wanted to eat me alive. He was growling with need with each second that passed.

I knew that I wanted him, and my body needed him, as I trembled with desire of my own. I could feel his need for me, his desire was so deep and raw. I knew that I needed him, and I still wanted him, too, in my own way. We both really did need each other and in that moment, I knew that that
need
wouldn’t just go away. Our connection, the infatuation, the love and the need to be near him, it all meant something.
I loved him.
 

“Take me, take me, Thomas,” I responded with so much raw hunger that his eyes widened, and he smiled at me wickedly, as I smiled back at him. Once he saw that I had no doubts in what I had said to him, he lunged towards me. He kissed me deeply, moving that talented mouth of his all over my body with an unquenchable hunger. Once he’d reached my cunt, he began kissing all over my inner thighs, while lifting my leg up in the air as he devoured me whole.

It wasn’t long at all before I’d started pulsating and contracting around his tongue, as he groaned into me. He continued to devour me in that way, sopping me up with his mouth and tongue, and using his fingers to sweeten his gestures even more.

After the third orgasm he’d given me with his mouth, he then slammed his cock inside me, as we both screamed out in ecstasy. My back arched and my head was titled towards the ceiling, as I dug my nails into his back, hearing him groan in delight at the mild pain. He moved his hands under me, digging his fingers into my ass as he moved on top of me, pulling me into him even deeper.

Screaming and moaning, biting and sucking, groping and savagely kissing, was us for the next seven or eight minutes. Or better yet…the next seven or eight months. We became completely submerged in a place that felt so right, so perfect, and so us. A place where we dwelled openly together in the light of day, as well secretly in the night. A place where we
both
were hopelessly in love and completely lost… in each other.

A year later…

Professor Brennan

I laid in our bed thinking back to the day of our wedding, the day she became my wife. It was a gorgeous and sunny day, and all kinds of emotions were running through me. None being anything other than excitement, pure joy and determination. I was marrying the woman who had captured my heart that day. A woman named Jessica. I wasn’t nervous about saying I do, I was only a bit nervous about reciting my wedding vows to her, without becoming too emotional. I mean who would actually want to see a grown man crying?
Not me!

I had no doubts whatsoever that I was making the right decision, by marrying the love of my life today. She was who I wanted, and this was a day I had dreamed about for a while now. It was finally happening. I stood near the front of the church in my black tux, with a friend by my side. A good friend of mine named Mark, who I’d met in college. He was always a bachelor, even back then.

So the idea of settling down and getting married wasn’t exactly in his immediate future. But we were close, Mark and myself, as opposites attract in relationships, they also attract in friendships as well. Mark was a man who truly enjoyed the single life, and had no plans to change that. I only hoped that one day he could find a woman to complete him, just like Jessica does for me. But you know what they say…
old habits die hard.

There weren’t many in attendance for our small impromptu wedding, just a few friends and family members from each side. I wanted our wedding to be exactly how she wanted it to be and she wanted a very small wedding in a church, and that’s what we had. When I heard the wedding march being played, I knew the time was winding down, and soon after, I was a married man.

The fact that I still reminisce about our wedding day almost daily, was just insane. But to awaken with the one you loved so desperately, holding you, or touching you, was absolutely wonderful. I absolutely loved the view of seeing my wife first thing in the morning. Just seeing her lying there, or holding her in my arms…was more than I could ever wish for. I was a goner and now, she was all mine.

There she was, right where she belonged, right here with me. I found myself admiring her, as my hand gently slid across her swollen belly with awe and appreciation. The belly that now sheltered my unborn son inside. Jessica was amazing in every way, and seeing her pregnant enhanced my need for her tenfold.

I loved seeing her hair fanned over her pillow, while her intoxicating scent covered our bed. I could hear her small deep breaths gently escaping her lungs, ensuring me that she and my son were getting enough oxygen. I would be lying if I said I didn’t worry about her even more, now that she was carrying our child. This was a critical time, a time when my entire family was inside of one body. Her body. I knew how lucky I was to have her, and I still found our journey thus far to be uniquely amazing. I loved it.

My lips inadvertently found her back and I puckered my lips, planting soft kisses across her shoulder blade and up the nape of her neck. She slept so deeply nowadays, being pregnant made her very tired and restless. But I knew it wouldn’t be long before she was awake and moaning my name. My wife would always wake up to my touch, and that was not up for negotiation.

I couldn’t keep my hands off her, nonetheless, so that would never be an issue for me. She was my morning and my night, and everything in between. Her smile made my heart jump, her body drove me mad with desire. Her skin was smooth and soft, and glowed fluorescently, hypnotizing my eyes with a lust so strong that I still couldn’t control it. The taste of her gave me a special kind of high, a high that I secretly craved every day now. Having full access to her sweetness, was just bliss. I could barely go a few hours without it.

Which is why my face was
now
buried in between her legs, tasting her sweetness yet again. I glanced up at her, to see her gripping our sheets, arching her back into me as she moaned. I needed to awaken her in this way. I needed the first sounds I heard in the morning to be the sounds of her pleasure. I needed the first taste of my day to be
her
, not toothpaste, mouthwash or coffee…just her.

I needed her to come around my fingers, my tongue, or my cock before she left our bed each day. Our days needed to start and end with each other, and it did, with no exceptions. I actually wanted to feel connected to her in every way, every single day of my life.

Would I call myself obsessed?

I don’t believe I am. I am just a man who is deeply in love with a woman named Jessica Brennan. The only woman I’ve actually wanted to share my life with. The only woman I loved long before I’d touched her, or even kissed her. The only woman I watched, and as she called it, “stalked” for her passion, warmth and her love.

She was the one I would always want, the one who I would be with forever. “Oh, Thomas…oh God,” she moaned, as she shuddered beneath me, and I knew she was close. It was safe to say that I knew her body very well at this point. Her body and I had a very close, and intimate relationship. As she began panting, she came with a long groan, before I began sucking on her, making her body jerk into my mouth. Then she screamed as if she was in pain or in labor, but I knew different. Her climax was escalating right before my eyes, pulling her into a web of pleasure as she trembled in my arms.

She fell back on the pillows as I kissed up her thighs, over her belly, to her tender and swollen breasts, as she whimpered while writhing under me.

I knew what she needed, because it was the same thing I needed. I lay on my side, close to her backside, lifting her leg over mine, and slipped into her hard and strong. We both moaned loudly, as I grasped her waist. She was wet, hot and greedy for my cock now. I could tell that she was almost ready to come again, and that turned me on even more.

I loved that she wanted me so badly, and I knew that because
the body never lies
. I slowly flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees, and as I moved behind her. She was moaning already, just at the feel of me still inside her. I could feel her moistened walls sucking me into her even more, and I found myself growling as I got into position. I grabbed a handful of her hair, and she arched her back and moaned loudly. The sounds of her pleasure saturated my ears, and I loved every waking moment of it.

“Baby, this what you want?” I growled at her, feeling myself losing control, very fast. Jessica brought out this beast in me at times, and I became a man who was possessed with nothing, but pure lust and desire,
for her
. She actually loved the beast in me, not only from the pleasure, but also because she knew she was the only one who could sate him.

“Thomas, oh yes, please,” she panted, as I pulled gently on the hair in my hand, tilting her head upward as I began to pull out of her. I could feel her walls contracting mildly with my withdrawal, while she trembled in my wake. I withdrew from her, and she mewled her disapproval. I smirked even though she couldn’t see me. As my other hand gently played with her breast, kneading and pulling her swollen nipples, she groaned loudly.

“I want you, baby, only you,” I whispered close to her ear and she trembled, as she rubbed her ass over my cock, tempting me to hurry and get back into her.

“I want you, inside of me—
now
,” she whimpered, and I growled as I turned her head slightly, then traced the edge of her ear with my tongue.

“Is that an order, Mrs. Brennan?” I yanked her hair back slightly, as I bit down on her ear, causing her to cry out.

“NO! I-I’m sorry, professor, please forgive me,” she pleaded, and I smiled and leaned up, releasing her hair. I slide my hand slowly down her back, feeling her hot and moistened skin beneath my fingers.

“Hmm, baby, you know I love it when you challenge me,” I groaned, as I slid my cock up and down her entrance, teasing her and testing her. She was what they called a
pregnant sex fiend
. She wanted it all the time now, and I was only too happy to give it to her. But sometimes I wanted her to work for it, and play the game I wanted to play. Lucky for me, she was always happy to oblige, and I loved her even more for that.

I then pinched her hardened nipple and slammed into her at the same time, shocking her and her body into an immediate climax. She screamed my name, as her body tightened and released around my cock exquisitely. I found myself moaning and growling with each thrust of my hips into her plush ecstasy. As the intensity of her climax began to let up, I could tell that she was catching her second wind.

So I slowed my pace to give her a few moments to catch her breath, because her orgasms were so intense now that she was pregnant. Once she was ready, she then began to move back onto me, pushing me deeper into her.
A challenge?

She wanted more, and she was never afraid to ask me, whether with her mouth or her body. I grasped her hips tighter and began to really lose myself in her, as I took her how she wanted and needed to be taken. She cried out as I groaned. I moaned as she moaned, I gasped when she gasped. We were in sexual sync, and it showed, as we both trembled. We were beyond sexually compatible. We were obsessed with each other, and deeply in love.

She is my wife, and she just loved to provoke me at times. She also liked to push and challenge me in ways I’ve never been challenged before. As we came apart together, I realized something in that moment, while my hot seed was being sucked out of me by her body. I realized that Jessica was just perfect for me. She was beautiful, she was bold, and she was all mine. How in the hell I got to be so lucky?

***

Jessica

I had no doubt a year ago that my destiny included Thomas in a more direct way than him just being my professor. I couldn’t really call it fate, because he’d constructed most of our time together in his ploy to have me.

But I couldn’t complain. To be wanted so intensely by a man as complex as Thomas was an honor, and also a bit frightening. But he and I were both very happy, and that’s what really mattered. We were moving so fast in our relationship, that it sometimes scared me, as well as my family, and for good reason. But I didn’t let it consume me, and I hoped they wouldn’t either. I loved and respected my parents, but the truth was that I didn’t need permission from them, or anyone else, to decide to get married or to move to Florence for a year.

Thomas liked to call it
our yearlong honeymoon,
but now we were soon heading back to the states. For the birth of our son, and I knew it would be a bittersweet trip. We hadn’t even gotten there yet, and I was already anxious to go back to Florence. Where we could be alone and just be. After I agreed to be with him, completely. I told him that it would be on one condition, and before I even told him what that condition was, he agreed.
Crazy man.
But that was my dilemma in all this. I loved Thomas, and he was the man of my dreams, but was he
crazy?

I needed him to understand the error of his ways, even though he had his own love-struck reasons of stalking me. It still didn’t make it right, so I made him a deal. He had to re-enter therapy and talk to someone about his actions, and his future with me. So he had his private therapy sessions and we went to couple’s therapy, for the next eight months. Being with him became a full time job, but at the end of those eight months. I knew for sure that he was the man for me, the one I’d be with for the rest of life, and I happily accepted his proposal for marriage.

He is wonderful man, and I found myself looking forward to those intoxicating looks he gave me, every time he saw me. Those sensual heated looks made me feel as if I was the luckiest girl in the world. The feeling of his warmth covering me, each and every day, not only calmed me, it excited me to. We’d been making love all morning today, and neither of us was ready to throw in the towel yet, even though it was almost noon. I didn’t know about other households, but mornings in our house were always, and I do mean
always,
amazing.

This man had a ravenous hunger for me that just was unheard of, and I knew how extremely lucky I was to call him
my husband
.

“Oh, Baby...” he groaned, as I ran my hands over his chest, feeling his soft prickly hairs under my fingertips, and admiring the toned and muscular cut of his chest and abs that were now glistening in our mingled sweat.

The heat from his skin warmed and soothed my semi-swollen fingers. The scent of our combined perspiration and arousal deeply fragranced our master bedroom. I needed him and his touch, and I wanted it all the time. Even more now, being pregnant. I touched his skin with my hands and my tongue, as he lay on his back. I just needed to taste him again. As I ran my tongue over his nipple, sucking it gently into my mouth, I could feel him tremble slightly beneath me, while growling.

I slowly circled my tongue around one nipple, and then the other one. I found myself nipping him harder, and sucking more intensely, as I closed my eyes, getting completely lost in the taste of him.

He was who I desired. His taste was what I craved, and his pleasure was what I needed to feel sated and satisfied. His fingertips alternated from massaging my scalp, to tightening in my hair, as I sucked and gently nipped his delicious cock.