by Cherry Kay
She decided to take a seat at her kitchen table, inviting Thomas do to the same. When he was seated, she told him everything that had happened from when she’d gone to open the door expecting him up until the moment he’d arrived at her doorstep. When she had finished, he merely stared at her with a confused look in his eyes.
Thomas reached across the table to take her hand. “I don’t know why this woman would be following you like that. It doesn’t make sense that anyone would want to poison you against me. Honestly, everything she told you is a lie and I can’t for the life of me see how she benefits from it.”
“It’s all getting to be too much, Thomas,” she said. “I don’t know if I can continue on like this. I like you, I really do, but this is insane. I can’t have people threatening me.”
Thomas stood up and came over to her, bending low where he took both of her hands in his and looked up at her. “I can protect you from this. If it’s security you want, then I can assign someone to watch over you. I’ve had to use private security on several occasions, it’s not as strange as it might seem.”
“She was in my house.” replied Tiffany, pulling away one hand to wipe at a tear-stained cheek. “Am I supposed to live with a body guard twenty-four hours a day?”
“Well, you could move in with me.”
Tiffany’s jaw opened to reply, but nothing came out. She thought this had been something she’d wanted, but everything was too strange and raw for her to accept such an offer. Despite the fact that it would mean rescue from her unemployment and money issues, she knew she had to make sense of everything for herself before committing to a man like Thomas in that way.
“I’m sorry,” she said, fresh tears welling up in her eyes. “I just can’t. Every time I think I’m getting to know the real you, something gets in the way of that. I just don’t know that it’s worth it anymore, Thomas. Maybe it’s time for me to go back to my normal life and to find a normal man.”
Thomas stood up and held Tiffany against his body. She sat there and cried into his shirt while he stroked her hair. She knew she didn’t want to move in with him, but she also knew that she didn’t want him to leave. What she wanted was a chance to date him and get to know him normally, but other people had taken that option away from them.
“I don’t want to leave you like this,” said Thomas. “I can respect whatever you wish, but I hate to walk away when you’re hurting.”
“Maybe don’t leave yet, then?” She said, standing to kiss him.
Thomas nodded silently and took her hand, leading her off towards the bedroom.
*
“Are you sure this is okay?” asked Thomas in a whisper.
They stood in Tiffany’s bedroom, illuminated only by the streetlights that shone in through the window. The night was quiet and calm, and Tiffany felt a sad sort of acceptance that this was to be their last moment together.
She wanted a chance to have more, but if that was to be denied them, then she would have this for her memories. Knowing it would only make things more difficult when she thought back on what might have been, she couldn’t deny her physical desire for the man standing so close to her in that dark room.
“I want this.” she whispered in reply. “I want you.”
Thomas kissed her then, his lips brushing hers softly before pressing more firmly. He pulled her in close to him, their bodies aligning perfectly in the near darkness, so close that she could feel his every breath as a rise and fall of his chest, and every movement of his body in the flexing of his muscles. His hands slipped comfortably onto her waist and he held her there while he kissed her, parting her lips and exploring her mouth with his tongue.
His kisses felt deliriously good, and Tiffany closed her eyes and let herself get lost in them. She allowed herself to drift away in the sweet taste of his mouth and the spicy smell of his skin and cologne. It was a moment that she didn’t want to break free from, but the movement of a growing bulge in his pants told her that he was ready for more.
Tiffany took his hand and guided him to the bed. She removed his jacket and hung it carefully on the back of a chair before positioning him on the edge of the bed so he could sit watching her. She then stepped away and flashed him a sultry smile, reaching behind her back to pull down her zipper. Once the dress had been loosened, she slipped off one shoulder strap and then the other, teasing him with a view of her purple lace bra before sliding the fabric down to below her belly button.
Spinning around to face away from him, she rolled the dress down a little further, letting him see the hem of her matching panties before bending low and sliding her dress down altogether, presenting him with a perfect view of her firm round ass. Straightening up a little while still pushing her bum out, she kicked the dress away and ran a hand over her bum, grabbing the top edge of her underwear and repeating the motion of slowly rolling them down.
Bent forward, she thrust her hips out as she pulled the lacy material down her thighs, pushing her vulva out to him. When her underwear was down to her knees, she spread her legs apart and showed him even more of herself. Bent over like that, she licked
two fingers of her right hand and reached down between her legs, running a finger along her quickly moistening pussy and back again before twirling it around her clit.
Tiffany stood and moved her legs, letting her panties fall down so that she could kick these away too. She stepped forward and unhooked her bra, pulling it off and letting it fall to the floor. The soft yellow light of a street lamp highlighted her smooth dark skin and perfect body while she stood there in front of Thomas, wet and eager for him.
“You look so amazing.” he said.
Tiffany bit her bottom lip, looked down at the solid erection straining against his pants, and put a finger on his lips.
“I don’t want you to talk.” she said. “Lie back and use that mouth for something better.”
Thomas lay back on the bed and she climbed on top of him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them above his head. First, she kissed him briefly, then she snaked her body upwards, teasing her nipples against his lips while he struggled to catch them up in his mouth. His tongue darted outwards, but she played her body away from him, making him strain to connect with her skin.
She then moved forward again, this time releasing his wrists and stepping over his shoulders until she straddled his face. His hands came up to grab her bum, and he lifted his mouth to her waiting pussy. She was wet and ready, and the moment his hot tongue hit her clit, she felt a flush of sensual energy rush through her body.
Tiffany spread her thighs a little wider and leaned back a little. Thomas licked her with long teasing strokes before twirling his tongue around her clit and sucking on it. He teased her towards climax bit by bit, with a round of licking followed by clamped lips and just enough suction to send a shiver of excitement rippling through her body.
Leaning back further, Tiffany reached behind herself and unzipped Thomas’s pants, freeing his hard cock from his underwear so she could stroke it while he licked her. She heard him breathe more heavily when she started stroking him, and she squeezed her fist a little, tightening her grip on his shaft as she moved her hand up and down in increasingly rapid movements. A climax welled up inside of her, and she used her free hand to grip Thomas’s hair, pulling his face into her pussy when that final flick of the tongue tipped her over into a stomach clenching orgasm.
Tiffany shouted her passionate climax into the room, gripping his cock and his hair for anchors while she gasped for air as wave after wave of erotic energy crashed over her with furious intensity. She was dimly aware of Thomas’s muffled grunts and heavy breathing to keep from being choked between her legs, but she held him there as long as his tongue kept licking at her swollen clit.
When it became too much to bear, she pulled his head back and away from her body and she climbed off him. Unbuttoning his shirt, she pulled it away from him and went to work on his pants. In seconds, he was undressed, lying on the bed with his manhood st
anding straight up in the air. She kissed him on the lips, tasting her own sex on his mouth before sliding down to position her face below his cock.
She licked him from base to dip, running her tongue up the underside of his shaft. Spreading his legs, she ran her tongue around his balls, teasing him before taking one in her mouth and sucking it until he twitched at the edge of pain.
When she toyed with him enough, she planted a hand on the mattress on either side of him and she lowered her mouth down onto his cock, taking him as far into her mouth as she could. He was well endowed enough that it was difficult for her to get her mouth more than half way down his shaft before feeling the pressure that told her to pull back, and so she closed her lips tightly around him and sucked in as she slipped her head back and away.
Thomas groaned with pleasure and she saw his stomach muscles clench when she pulled back off him, her lips smacking together with a light pop. Gripping him with a fist, she pumped her hand up and down quickly a few times before dropping her mouth back onto him, sucking in rhythm with her strokes.
Worried she might make him lose it too quickly; Tiffany eased off and slowed her pace before stopping altogether. She crawled upwards and pressed her pussy down onto his cock, flattening it against his stomach so she could rub herself up and down it a few times, lubricating him with her wetness and stimulating her clit as she moved. When she couldn’t stand it herself any longer, she shifted her hips up a little higher so that the tip of his manhood was in line with her opening, and then she eased herself down onto him, breathing in sharply as she sunk downward and took him all the way inside of herself.
Thomas’s hands shot up to her hips and he moved his hips in small responses to her own motions. Moving intentionally slow, Tiffany pulled up and away from him a little before pushing herself back down onto him, warming herself up to how he filled her pussy, and at the same time teasing him with the hint of the fucking she knew he wanted.
Not content to lie there any longer, Thomas’s hands moved upwards and he pulled Tiffany down to him until her lips were against his and her bum arched upwards a little. He had to tilt his hips up to stay in her, but once he had her held down against him in that position, he had fully freedom of movement to begin thrusting at his own pace.
Moving in increasingly rapid thrusts, he slid his cock in and out of her faster and faster until the sound of his body slapping hers overtook the soft whimpers of pleasure Tiffany was making. Tiffany yelped in surprise when Thomas shifted her to the side, rolling both of them over in a quick smooth movement without breaking contact. On top of her now, he kissed her and nibbled at her neck, all the while driving his cock in and out of her. She responded by reaching around his back and digging her fingers into the hard flexing muscles there, holding on to him as he fucked her with reckless abandon.
Thomas grunted as though possessed, his hips working furiously while his one hand pulled her thigh upwards, changing the angle of her own hips and causing him to push into her at a completely different angle.
She responded by lifting both legs higher, bringing her knees to her chest and clutching the pillow behind her for support when Thomas shifted into a kneeling position in front of her. He pressed down on the soft flesh of her thighs, opening her completely while he worked his cock in and out of her. She looked down and saw his shaft sliding in and out of her pussy, moaning loudly in response to his seemingly endless stamina. He wore an expression that made it seem as though he would cum at any second, but still he kept thrusting and thrusting, never fading in his intensity.
After a bit of this, he pulled himself out of her and shuffled backwards a little, taking her by the hips and guiding her around until she was on all fours. From there, he leaned down and kissed her between her shoulders before pressing down gently between her shoulder blades. Breasts squished against the mattress and head turned to the side on the pillow, Tiffany kneeled there, ass tilted up and exposed to the world while Thomas took his time rubbing the tip of his cock against her wetness.
She whimpered for him put it in her, and so he did, pushing past her lips to plunge inside of her in one smooth stroke. Hands at his sides, he moved his hips back and forth a few times, moving slowly and watching his shaft slide in and out of her, until he decided it was time to pick up the pace again.
A hand clamped down hard on each of her butt cheeks, and she felt him start thrusting harder and harder until he was fucking her with more intensity than she’d felt all night. His cock pressed down against her g-spot as he moved, and she felt a welling sensation of pleasure building up inside her.
Tiffany gripped the sheets and braced herself against him, overwhelmed by how good it felt to have him driving into her with such passionate energy. She moaned loudly, not caring about how it might sound to her neighbors. She was so wrapped up in the raw pleasure of it that it was easy to give herself completely over to the experience.
Thomas reached forward and grabbed her by the upper arms, pulling her up and holding her like that while he fucked her. Completely at his mercy, she gasped with delight when his cock pushed against her g-spot, feeling ever closer to the elusive orgasm she wasn’t sure she could even have without at least a little pressure on her clit.
Now every driving slam of Thomas’s hips brought her nearer to climax, and she became a little nervous when she felt a little like she had to pee. She wanted to say something, to ask Thomas to slow down a moment, but at the same time it felt so good and he was clearly lost in his own world of desire and self-satisfaction.
Thomas pulled her up even farther, so that she was kneeling almost upright with her ass tilted out so he could keep fucking her. One of his hands came around to grab her breast where it thrust out from the angle, and he squeezed it hard, pinching her nipple between forefinger and thumb. He used his other hand to tilt her head around so he could kiss her, both of them having to strain to keep contact in the midst of their frantically paced fucking.
A feeling not unlike a sudden release of pressure slammed into Tiffany and she was engulfed by an orgasm so intense she almost couldn’t stand it. Wetness flushed into her pussy, and she broke away from Thomas’s kiss to cry out and arch her back into him as he fucked his way to his own climax. She heard him repeat the words “I’m cumming” several times before his thrusts became erratic and slow, but she was so wrapped up in the raw pleasure coursing through her body that she barely took notice.
Tiffany’s body shook with pleasure. Her orgasm was a crescendo of reverberating waves bouncing off each other only to slam into her repeatedly. It seemed to go on forever, and she lost all connection to her basic awareness of her body and its connection to Thomas. She felt in that moment that they shared one skin, and she couldn’t tell where she ended and he began.
Tiffany fell to the mattress in a quivering heap when Thomas eventually released his grip on her. She breathed deeply as though she’d just run a marathon, and her legs felt like wobbly blocks of jello. Soft echoes of pleasure still danced through her body, and she felt her face burning with the flush of blood that had shot through her.
Thomas fell down next to her, his own chest heaving as he fought to recover from his exertions. He kissed her shoulder and wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly in the warm afterglow of their shared experience.
Both of them knew it would be the last time, but for a few minutes they kept silent and let the lie settle over them like a warm blanket. Eventually Thomas would have to get up and leave, but in that moment it didn’t matter. They were what they were to each other, and although circumstances had conspired to separate them, they would always have this at least.
Tiffany closed her eyes and let out a long slow lungful of air. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and she was thankful for the darkness that would keep him from seeing her cry.
Chapter9
Thomas raised his glass to his lips only to discover that it was empty. He rose from his seat at his private computer station and went to the sideboard where he kept
a basic supply of his favorite bourbon. Pouring a large helping of the rich amber liquid into his tumbler, he returned to his desk and stared at the information covering his monitors.
After hours of research, he’d gained no insights into the identity of the woman who’d been stalking Tiffany. He cursed his lack of clues and tried to think of whom from his past might threaten her like that. There were girls from his past, of course. Far more than he’d ever share with Tiffany, but he couldn’t really believe that any of them were the type to physically threaten a woman just for dating him.
Using his vast network of social website connections to research the women he’d been with, he put together small dossiers on each of them. It was the kind of painstaking work he’d have typically farmed out to a lesser employee, but in this case it was sensitive information that he’d rather not have anyone else knowing about.
Using the more modest apartments he kept around the city, only one of which Tiffany had seen, he’d become quite adept at keeping his romantic flings under the radar and out of the press. It involved a considerable amount of time and money, but it was worth it for the relative anonymity it provided him.
