Stalked For Love (7 page)

As the door slammed shut, I realized that I was now fully inside his room. I looked down at our entwined hands, exhaled, and looked
back up to him. He began to pull me towards him, and I let him. As our bodies met, he began to dance with me, as if we were still on the dance floor in the lounge, with his arm sliding around my waist.

We had good dancing symmetry as we moved as one, and it was so mind boggling that I felt as if I was drifting. Our bodies slowly swayed to the silent sounds of our breathing, as he gazed solely at my face, and I gazed at his. I couldn’t read his expression, but I didn’t feel the urge to run away from him, so I allowed myself to calm down. I was glad that I wasn’t settling for just anyone, who in my eyes, didn’t even qualify for me.

Professor Brennan was the only other man whom I’d even considered to be a man, other than my father. My hands slowly slid up his chest, and around his neck, as we slowly moved against each other. 
He smelled so dammed good.

His arm tightened around me, and I gasped near his lips. His nice lips, that I’ve wanted to suck on since I met him. His top lip was thin, but his bottom was a little thicker, and they looks so soft.

“Thomas?” I muttered, close to his mouth.

“Yes, Jessica?” He whispered huskily. I had never heard this tone from him before. He sounded so dark and dangerous and I felt my body clenching, as I began to pant.

“Please,” I begged, as I felt my nipples hardening even more, as I subtly arched my back into him.

“Please what?” He questioned.

“Touch me,” I responded.

“I am, you want more?” He asked me.

“Yes, much more.” The swaying stopped, and was replaced with slow shallow breaths between the both of us, as he looked through me. He raised his hand, ran his fingers through my hair, and I closed my eyes as he tilted my head back, so that his lips were directly leveled with mine. 

“I’ve always wanted more, Jessica, always,” he muttered, before his lips connected with mine. I was still reeling over his statement of always wanting more, but my world had literally stopped once he kissed me. His lips were soft and determined, he kissed me with so much passion it was hard not to return it. I heard a soft groan escape him, as his hands trailed down my back, until he reached my backside. As he squeezed both cheeks softly, his tongue entered my mouth, conquering mine.

My hands slid down his back and around, as I gripped his blazer, pulling him into me. Soft groans and whipped air, became a surround sound to me, as we continued to kiss. He then pulled away from me, taking a few steps back, while looking at me intensely. The both of us were slowly panting for air, as our eyes roamed over one another. I nearly gasped at the bulge in his pants that was seriously overwhelming my eyes, and my thoughts. By the time I looked back up at him, I saw that he’d taken off his blazer, and was now removing his cufflinks.

“Jess, you’re not a virgin are you?” He asked.

“No, but I’ve only been with one other guy… and that was four years ago,” I muttered, almost ashamed.

“Okay, good.”

“Okay good? You don’t think that’s kind of… pathetic?” I asked, as my eyes fell to his now exposed chest.
Wow!
His abs were so cut, and his V was so in-depth. My God, he actually looked as good under his clothes, as he did over them.

“Of course not. I don’t sleep around either. In fact, if it makes you feel any better… I’ve only been with two women,” he stated with a smile. I found myself smiling back, but then my smile became laughter, and I couldn’t help it.
Who was he kidding?

“You’ve
got
to be kidding me, professor,” I exclaimed, disbelieving him, and then I realized his face showed no sign of humor, and that he was actually telling me the truth. My laughter stopped, and my mouth hung open, as I gaped at him.

“But, but… most of the population at the college wanted you, including the faculty,” I declared, incredulously.

“I don’t take everything that’s offered to me, Miss Moore. I have to want it
too.” He winked, and took off his shoes and socks, as I stood there frozen like a statue. His last statement had me flabbergasted, and it meant that he really wanted me, a lot.

“Are you alright? You look nervous?” He asked, as he walked toward me with just his jeans on, he was almost naked. My goodness, Professor Brennan was almost freaking NAKED! 

“Um, no, I’m fine. Just a little taken aback from your words,” I replied.

“I understand. Jess, we don’t have to do anything right now if you’re having second thoughts. I just—”

“Please, don’t. I want to. Help me with my zipper, will you?” I muttered, as I turned around, my back to his front. I then heard my zipper being pulled down slowly, and then with a slight shimmy, my dress pooled on the floor. I heard his sharp intake of breath, then he groaned and I smirked. I had on a black sheer thong, and no bra, and all of sudden I felt very happy with my choice in that matter. I knew when I turned around to face him, that there would be no going back. He would see
me,
and have
me
…in any way he wanted. He was a man, an attractive man who I’ve wanted for years, and he wanted me tonight.

We both would give in to our desires, and I couldn’t be happier or even more scared, than I already was. I took a deep breath, and when I turned around, his eyes didn’t stray. They were locked on mine. He didn’t glance at my body, as I thought he would.  He just wrapped his arm around my waist, and lifted me up. He pulled my legs around his waist, and took long determined strides to his bedroom. His eyes never left mine. Once there, he laid me down and kicked off his pants, leaving his light blue boxer briefs on. He climbed over me and kissed me, as if he has been waiting years for it.

Our mouths twisted and turned in a slow erotic way that made me extremely hot and bothered. His hands were in my hair, pulling me further into him. My hands were on his back, as I kissed him with my very own passion.
Oh God, I wanted him so much
. The feeling of his hot skin on mine made me feel so grand, it was like a forbidden fantasy of mine was actually coming true.

His mouth moved to my neck, nipping and licking my skin, as his hand slipped under my back, slightly arching it, pushing my breasts closer to him. He looked like it was Christmas, as his eyes widened at the sight of my exposed breasts. He then kissed each one reverently, and began to suck hard on my left nipple, causing me to arch even more into him.

“Oh God,” I cried out, as he moaned. He began to lick around my areola, long hard licks, as he teased my other breast with his fingers. As he blew on my moistened nipple, the coolness of his breath made me shiver, as his mouth now attended to my other breast. I found myself panting shaky breaths, when he started kissing around my stomach, slowly licking around my navel. As I ran my fingers though his hair, moaning softly, the more he kissed my body, like a man who was starved. He ran his nose up the center of my underwear, inhaling deep breaths, as if he was going under water, and I smiled down at him. He caught my smile, and sent one back.

“Why are you smiling?” He asked.

“Why are you?” I teased.

“I’m finally going to taste your pussy, and make you come for me. Case and point.” He smirked.

“Such language, Professor,” I teased, as he pulled down my underwear while he continued to look at me.

“You love calling me Professor. I will admit that I like it, too… in and out of the classroom,” he winked, and slowly pulled my thong completely off.

He then ran his hands slowly up my legs, while gazing down at my moistened center, licking his lips. “Beautiful,” he sighed, and I blushed as he looked back up to me. “Have you ever thought about me, in this way?” He asked, his voice hoarse with desire.

“Of course I have,” I panted. “You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen,” I stated too quickly, and both of us froze. “I…I’m sorry, I…”

“You what? You can’t take it back now, Jess, and I don’t want you to,” he smiled.

“I’ve thought of
you
in this way, plenty,” he stated wickedly.

“That’s good to know, I think.”

“You think?” He chuckled.

“Yeah, since you know… Oh GOD,” I moaned loudly, as he sucked on my clitoris, and entered two fingers deep inside me as my insides hungrily clenched around him. My back arched off the bed, and my arms splayed over the sheets as I was taken from zero to a hundred in mere seconds.

“I think your body is confirming your words baby. Let me feel you,” he said. His tongue licked and traced along my lower lips, taking time to show each one the proper attention it never had before. He groaned against me as he tasted me, paralyzing me in ecstasy, as he moved my hips closer. I felt his tongue lapping against the underside of my clit, before he’d suck on me softly, and then hard, as his fingers twitched deep inside me.
OH
MY GOD!!

I could tell he really enjoyed a trimmed cunt, as he hummed his appreciation while sucking on my lower lips, and lucky for me I had shaved today. I felt him licking my clit again, but more softly, and I moaned as my fingers reached his hair, pulling it softly. He pressed my knees wider, and I gasped at his sudden movement of my limbs. He then removed his fingers, and began to thrust his tongue inside me, twirling it around my inner walls, as I cried out, trembling.

“So good…mmm, baby.” He moaned again and again. I was shuddering with every touch, with every lick, and every stroke that he delivered. I felt my entire body building to detonate off the face of the earth, and soon.

“Let go baby. I want to taste you… give it to me,” he demanded, before he pushed two fingers back inside me, curving them, and I came…
hard
. He purposely moved his fingers slowly inside me, as I contracted around them. Successfully turning me into a greedy, and needy lover, as I moved against his face and fingers aggressively. I was desperate for more, and he gave it to me. There I was, screaming incoherently, gripping his sheets as my body arched and shook, while he sucked all that escaped me. I felt his tongue still lapping and licking the drippings he might have missed, as I whimpered in a semi-conscious state.

“My God…that was…the most…intense,” I panted, trying to catch my breath, as he pulled his boxers off. Then he grabbed a condom from his pants and wiped his face with a tissue from the box next to his bed.
Why is he prepared for sex, when he claims that he doesn’t take what’s offered to him?

“What is it? Why do you have that face?” He asked, narrowing his eyes, as he rolled the condom on his impressive girth.
Um, wow, talk about a full package!

“Nothing. I was just thinking about something,” I stated, while staring at his cock. It was long and thick, and it looked perfect. But I knew it would hurt me.

“Well then, let me put your mind at ease.” He climbed back on top of me, and he placed his elbows on either side of my head, as he looked into my eyes. I smiled, breathing deeply, and he smiled and ran his fingers through my hair. In that moment, I could tell that he really did want me. He looked like he couldn’t believe he was about to enter me, and neither did I.

I was sure it would hurt, since he sopped up most of my moisture, but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought, because he slowly pressed himself inside me. I closed my eyes, and absorbed him as best as I could. He took his time, inch by inch, and I happily took him and his delicious cock.

“You okay?” He asked a few times, as he gave me an inch, and then another inch. I nodded, not being able to speak, as I held onto his arms. He was only half way inside me, and then he pushed the rest of the way, and we both moaned loudly. Once fully inside, he stayed still, slightly trembling, as was I. “My God, Jess, you feel so good, baby.”

I moaned my response as he slowly withdrew from me, all the way. To only re-enter me with a slow thrust of his hips, he repeated this motion again and then again, as we both groaned in pleasure. He took me over and over again, and just as I thought he would deliver another slow thrust, he would then surprise me with a hard, delicious thrust, causing me to cry out.

“Oh, God,” I moaned.

“You like it hard, baby?” He asked.

“I like it anyway you want to give it to me
,
Professor,” I groaned. He pulled back out and subtly his thrusts picked up speed and intensity. He pushed into me deeply, and at his own rhythm of pleasing me. We kissed while moaning into each other’s mouths, as we began a tug of war over the other’s body. Our bodies twisting and turning, our hands pulling and groping each other, as we savagely kissed.

Ecstatic moans and panting filled the air, as we opened ourselves up to one another. It was as if we couldn’t get close enough, to one another. I felt so connected to him, in some odd way, as if we were together before. It actually helped me feel more than I’ve ever felt when having sex before, and give in to the passion between us.

I felt like the wind was being sucked out of me, as I approached the brink of yet another orgasm. As he sucked my nipple into his mouth, and used his teeth to pull on it, I arched my back, telling him I wanted more. He went and did the same exact thing to my other nipple, before coming back up and kissing me hard, and re-entering me again.