Authors: Stella White
For a moment, Alice struggled with words, utterly flummoxed. So he…he wanted the baby?
He wanted
her
? “I…you…dear,
God
, Thomas! I’m not a child! You can’t order me around!”
“Oh?” The
immense
man arched a brow dangerously. “
Watch
me.” He snatched for
her,
and a soft scream escaped her as he caught hold of his jacket, yanking the heavy material from her. Alice bolted for the nearest
escape
, which happened to be a long hallway. Though she had no idea where she was going, her heart hammered in her
chest,
and anticipation and fear mingled
on
her breath.
She
tried the first door on the left and found it locked. With a low gasp, she tried the next door, only to find a half-full linen closet.
By that point, Thomas was almost upon her, and her only outlet was the door at the end of the hallway.
Of course, the dark room turned out to be the master suite, complete with
an immense,
stately
bed and dark, masculine furniture. It was just as she’d imagined Thomas’ bedroom might be – though she hardly had time to contemplate the fact as the door shut behind her with a snap. Whirling, she gasped to find his
imposing
form blocking her only exit, his expression thunderous.
Backing against the nearest wall, Alice attempted to calm her fluttering pulse, even as she warmth building in her lower extremities. “
Thomas
…” She
attempted
to warn him breathlessly, “Don’t you
dare
.”
“
Nay
,” The man answered her in a low growl, prowling towards her like a sleek, dark cat, “
but to live
in the rank sweat of an enseamed bed, Stew’d in corruption, honeying and making love
Over the nasty sty
…”
The sudden, embarrassing gush of wetness between her thighs made her gasp as Thomas closed the remaining gap between them in two long strides to press his mouth hungrily to hers.
Christ
, how had she denied herself this for so long?
Thomas tugged her lower lip between his teeth to suck devastatingly, and a low moan escaped her. Alice’s arms were instantly around his neck as she arched against his
hard
form in an attempt to fuse herself to his warmth. He smelled like vanilla and sweet musk, of everything good and dangerous in the world all at once.
It was like he sipped every breath she took from her, nipping and sucking at her mouth until her lips parted to allow him entrance. When his tongue surged inside to tangle with hers, she groaned his name, her fingers sliding through the thick softness of his dark hair.
His stubble rasped across her cheeks and chin as he lowered his mouth to her throat to suckle at her pulse point ravenously. In a swift motion, he jerked her sweater from her shoulders before working her shirt up and over her head to drop to the floor carelessly. “
Alice
…” He groaned lowly against her throat, his mouth sweeping over the hollow just above her collarbone before he bit down deliciously at the junction of her neck and shoulder. “
Christ, Alice
.” His hands slid beneath her skirt, up over her bare thighs before lifting her up and against the wall.
The young woman folded her legs around his waist reflexively, whimpering as he pressed his impressive erection against the aching core of her.
Almost every night for the past six weeks, she had lain in bed, her mouth clamped tightly shut to stifle her cries as she touched herself remembering how deliciously Thomas had filled her. “I need you.” The dark-haired man insisted, his hands finding the fastening of her bra to
loose
it before her breasts filled his hands. Alice’s dark nipples pebbled almost
immediately,
and Thomas wasted no time in lowering his head to take one between his lips to suckle powerfully.
“
Thomas!
” She cried out sharply as he circled the hardened nub torturously with his tongue before toying with it delicately. Arching against him, she pressed his head more firmly to her chest in an ardent plea for
more,
and he groaned indulgently, complying with a soft nip to her aureole.
Alice rubbed against the man shamelessly as he moved back and forth between her breasts, teasing one nipple with his tongue and teeth until she was all but writhing in desire before moving onto its twin. His ministrations left her struggling to find her release, her toes curling as he exploited her sensitive flesh.
Alice was so wrapped up in the sensation that she didn’t notice her lover had carried her to his bed until her bare back lay
against
the comforter. Supporting himself on strong forearms, he plumped a breast high to the heat of his mouth once
more,
and Alice’s fingernails curled into his shoulders as she moaned softly. “Thomas
please
…”
“Oh, not
yet,
” He growled lowly against her stomach, working his mouth hotly down over each one of her ribs. “Not until I’ve tasted every part of you, darling. Then,
maybe
, I’ll let you have my cock.”
So he intended to kill her then.
Lifting her bottom half with one hand, Thomas whisked her skirt away, revealing her plain cotton panties – gone nearly transparent with the evidence of her desire for him. At the sight of her gleaming inner thighs, the dark-haired man licked his lips
sinfully,
and Alice shuddered. Tucking his fingers in the elastic hem, he worked them over her hips slowly, snapping the shining threads of her arousal left in their wake one by one.
Once he had
effectively
retrieved her panties, he brought them to his nose to inhale deeply, making her squirm when his gaze darkened. “These knickers are
mine,
” He informed her firmly before tucking them into the back pocket of his slacks. “You’ll go without for the rest of the
night
so that I can have you where I want you, when I want you. Is that understood?”
Alice couldn’t have refused him if she’d tried. She would have given almost anything at that particular moment to keep him touching her.
She nodded quickly, her lips parting to answer him – only
for
a loud cry to replace the words on her lips.
Thomas had taken each of her thighs in a firm grip, spreading them wide so that his mouth could cover the entirety of the
heated
desire between her legs. His tongue covered her in a long lap before his mouth fastened
onto her clit
to suck gently, leisurely.
Alice gasped, her hands finding purchase in his hair once more. She couldn’t decide if she wanted him closer of if
she
wanted mercy – the man’s mouth was just as skilled at tasting her as it was giving life to British literature – and
she
didn’t know how long she would last.
He
kissed
along
her outer lips before his tongue dipped into her, advancing and retreating in a slow, sultry rhythm that all but drove her mad. There was, however, nothing Alice could do with the death grip the man had on her hips, except thrash and moan. As she felt her pleasure building, Thomas’ ministrations grew more and more voracious. He nipped and sucked at the tiny bead of pleasure between her lower lips, roughly mouthing her between the legs until she was all but screaming, begging him for release.
And he gave it to her.
With a flick of his tongue, Alice’s orgasm crashed over her with enough force to steal her breath and leave her trembling in its wake. A long,
indulgent
sound of satisfaction rumbled against
her,
and she moaned as Thomas lapped at her leavings hungrily. When he finally straightened, his chin glistened with proof of her
climax,
and she flushed
darkly
as he drew a thumb over his lower lip lingeringly, his gaze locked
with
hers. “
Divine
…”He murmured almost reverently, his hand moving down to cover what his mouth had just neglected.
When two fingers slid into her drenched passage, Alice whimpered, raising her hands to tug Thomas’ mouth down to hers. When she tasted herself on his lips, her inner muscles clenched reflexively against his
invasion,
and he groaned. “Oh,
sweet
…I’ve missed you so
bloody
badly…”
Impatiently, Alice ripped at the buttons of his shirt, yanking it from his slacks almost before she’d finished. It only took seconds before she’d bared his chest to her gaze, and at the sight of the
leanly
defined muscles there, a breath of awe escaped her. Somehow, his body was almost more decadent than the last time
she
’d seen it.
She let her fingertips follow the trail of sparse dark hair from the center of his chest, down over his abdomen and then, finally beneath the waistline of his slacks. When she attempted to undo the button, Thomas caught her hands firmly, raising them to kiss each wrist in a heart-rendingly tender gesture. He pinned them above her head, spreading her thighs once more to settle between them as he gazed down at her, his stare unyielding. “You’re
pregnant,
” He stated
lowly
, his tone intimate in the large room. “With
my
child.”
Embarrassingly, Alice found tears rising to her eyes as she nodded. “
Yes
.” The words left her on a whisper. “I am.”
Thomas released his hold on her arms to trail his hands down her bare body – over the lines of her collarbone and her aching breasts to settle on the still-flat plane of her stomach. Slowly, he rubbed over the
downy soft
skin, his gaze softening to a humbled reverence. “
Good
.”
With that, he moved to undo his pants, withdrawing an erection that had Alice catching her breath. Good God,
everything
about the man was immense
…remembering
how he’d filled her the last time they were together was almost enough to undo her. Now, having him nudging the engorged head of his beautiful erection against her
…
it was
enough
to bring her off on anticipation alone. “
Look
at me, Alice.”
At his
low
command, her gaze jerked up to his, even as she remained acutely aware of the way he teased her. “You’re
mine
.” He murmured, beginning to slip into her inch by delicious inch. “
Mine
. Say it.”
The young woman gasped as he pressed deeper and deeper still. “I’m
yours
,” His body pressed tightly against
hers,
and she swore she could feel him touching the womb that grew ripe with his seed. “
All yours
, Thomas
.”
“
Too
right you are.” Taking firm hold of her hips, the Brit withdrew only to slide back home in a smooth snap of his hips that drew a cry from his lover. Cupping the back of her neck, Thomas held her against him as he cleaved deep, every thrust drawing a gratified, almost ecstatic gasp from her.
Alice was already sensitive from her prior orgasm and felt her second climax of the evening approaching rapidly.
“
Mine
,” Thomas was growing a mixture of possessive epithets against her ear that drove her wild. “
Bloody – Christ – Mine- Jesus- darling –
fuck
…”
His
rhythm
dissolved into ragged jerking, and Alice all but screamed his name as she felt him press deep one final time before emptying himself into her clenching, wet haven.
The young woman had no idea how much time passed before she came back to herself, but when she did, she found herself cradled protectively in her professor’s arms, her head tucked under his chin. Taking a deep breath, she relished in how well-loved her body felt – how
content
she was after weeks of worrying herself into a near frenzy.
She had, she now realized, worried for nothing.
All this time, she had been trying to stay away from a man who wanted her just as much as she wanted him – who had
pined
for not just her body, but the company that completed them both.
And now they were going to have a baby.
“
God
…” The word escaped her on
a low
breath before she laughed softly.
“What,” Thomas pulled back to peer down at her sleepily, “Is so bloody funny?”