Falling For Her

by Mia Ford

  “I love you,” I said softly into his ear before nipping at the earlobe. Thomas’s stubbly cheek brushed against mine and I sighed happily.

  Thomas ran his hands up my back and down my chest, cupping my sensitive breasts and brushing his thumbs over my stiff nipples. I buried my face in Thomas’s neck to muffle my scream of pleasure.

  “So sensitive,” Thomas purred.

  I blushed hotly. After five years of being together, Thomas knew my body inside and out. I’d thought that after a while, sex would become routine.

  But no – if anything, it was hotter than ever. Each time we made love, Thomas took me to new heights of insane, delicious pleasure. I could barely stand how he made me feel – always at the brink of an explosive orgasm.

  Thomas took his hands away from my breasts and I cried out, wanting more. But soon he was moving them over the newly rounded curve of my belly and down to my hot pussy. I was so wet that I was leaking juices all over Thomas and slipping around in my own arousal was both embarrassing and incredibly hot. As Thomas slid a finger between my legs and gently began to flick my clit, I moaned and purred with pleasure.

  “So wet,” Thomas growled in my ear. “My good little girl, always ready for me.”

  “Yes, sir,” I whispered. “I’m yours forever.”

  Thomas pulled his hand away and grabbed me roughly by the hips, flipping me over on my back. He crawled between my legs and looked at me, lust blazing in his dark eyes. His silvery hair was tousled from a restless night and he was unshaven.

  I’d never seen him look sexier.

  Spreading my legs, I licked my lips and gave what I hoped was an inviting look. Thomas’s cock was hard, nestled in a small thatch of silver pubic hair. I gazed down, salivating as I imagined how it would feel when he plunged inside of me for the very first time.

  Just as Thomas was about to enter me, the door burst open.

  “Eek!” I screamed and pulled the duvet over my naked body. Thomas growled, pulling the sheet up to his hips, just enough to cover his erect cock.

  “Oh, fuck,” Brett said. “I’m so sorry.” He was standing in the doorway. But when I noticed the smirk on his fifteen-year-old face, I rolled my eyes.

  “You’re not sorry at all,” I said. “Get out!”

  Brett walked out of the room, forgetting to close the door after him.

  “You ever fucking heard of knocking?” Thomas bellowed.

  We glanced at each other before bursting into giggles.

  “Sorry,” Thomas mumbled. He rolled his eyes. “Goddamned kid needs to learn some boundaries.” He glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. “Try again?”

  I wrinkled my nose. “I’m sorry,” I said. “I don’t think it’s still there for me.”

  Thomas nodded. He leaned close and kissed me. “That’s okay, babe,” he said. “I promise – later tonight, you’re going to be begging for my cock.”

  I blushed hotly as Thomas’s stubble brushed against my face. “I know,” I said softly. “I can’t wait.”

  Thomas groaned and stretched, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of black boxer shorts. “What time is it?” He narrowed his eyes and picked up his reading glasses from the side of the bed.

  “You’re an old man,” I teased.

  “Watch it,” Thomas growled. He winked at me and we burst out laughing. “I feel better than ever.”

  I giggled. “I should hope so,” I added. “Considering you’re about to become Daddy Number Two.”

  Thomas glanced with fondness at my growing belly.

  “Pregnancy is so weird,” I complained. “One minute all I can think about is sex.”

  “And the next?”

  “Food,” I moaned, burying my face in my hands. “I’m getting so big! I’m a heifer, Thomas. I can’t even zip my jeans.”

  “I like you this way,” Thomas chuckled. “You’re curvy.”

  I glared at him. “I miss sushi,” I said dreamily, climbing out of bed and pulling on a loose cotton dress. It was one of the only things I had that still fit me. “And soft cheese. And wine,” I added.

  Thomas smirked. “As soon the baby’s born, we’re going out to Daniel,” Thomas said.

  I laughed. “Sounds good, Daddy,” I said, batting my lashes.

  “Are you excited about today?”

  My stomach rumbled with anxiety. “I am,” I confessed. “But I’m a little nervous, too.”

  “Don’t be,” Thomas said. He buttoned up his shirt and ran a brush through his thick, silvery hair.

  “I just don’t want things to change,” I said softly. “What if having a new baby comes between us?”

  Thomas sighed. He walked over to me and put his hands on my shoulders, looking into my eyes and kissing me deeply.

  “June, nothing could tear me away from you,” he said. “Things are going to be different. At first, they’ll be strained. But I swear, our love is forever. And after the baby gets a little older, things will get back to normal.”

  I nodded. “I have to admit that I feel a little better, knowing you’ve done this before.”

  Thomas laughed. “I bet,” he said. “Come on, we should get going. Your appointment is at eleven-thirty, wouldn’t want to piss off the ultrasound tech.”

  I nodded. “I’m good,” I said. “I’m ready now.”

  Half an hour later, I was lying on an uncomfortable bed, propped up with my belly exposed. Even though I hadn’t gained more than the doctor said I should, I still felt huge and gawky, especially when I was naked.

  Marie, the smiling ultrasound tech, rubbed a cold gel all over my belly.

  “And how are we today?” Marie cooed, more to my stomach than to me.

  Thomas and I exchanged glances.

  “Doing well,” Thomas said. “And you?”

  “Oh, I’m just fine,” Marie said. She took the ultrasound device in her hands and booted up the screen. “Now June, you’re about four and a half months along, correct?”

  I nodded.

  “Would you like to know the sex?”

  I nodded. “Oh, yes,” I said. “Please.”

  Marie grinned. “Hey, Dad, why don’t you come over here,” she said, gesturing for Thomas to stand by my side and hold my hand. “This is usually a very happy moment.”

  Thomas grinned. “It certainly is for me.”

  Thomas laced his fingers with mine and squeezed. I yelped in surprise as Marie began to move the ultrasound device over my swollen belly.

  “It’s cold,” I whimpered.

  “Poor baby,” Thomas said. He kissed my forehead. “I love you,” he whispered, too quietly for Marie to hear.

  “I love you,” I mouthed back at Thomas.

  “Okay!” Marie grinned and looked triumphant. “Here it is, the final moment. Ready to know?”

  Tears welled up in my eyes and my face flushed bright red.

  “Yes, please,” I said.

  “Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. March,” Marie said. “You’re having a little girl!”

  I shrieked in delight as tears streamed down my face. Thomas and I kissed and he held me close.

  “Are you happy?” I whispered.

  “I’ve never been happier,” Thomas said. He grinned.

  I smiled. All of the anxiety and tension I’d been feeling melted away from my body and I relaxed against the bed.

  Somehow, things had ended absolutely perfect. I couldn’t wait for us to welcome our new daughter. And while a part of me was slightly nervous about how a baby would change our family, I knew deep down that everything would be wonderful.

  NOTE: The next one is DIRTY PROFESSOR

  Dirty Professor

  Blurb

  I am going to make her mine.

  Even if that means….going against my own self and breaking all rules.

  Elena is sassy, s*xy, gorgeous….

  F*ck…she’s everything a man could dream of.

  But there’s one problem.

  She’s my student.

 
And f*cking her is against all rules.

  Do they make rules for professors too?

  Apparently yes,

  But who says you have to be compliant!

  You can be non-compliant…as long as no one comes to know about it.

  It’s HARD for her and I really don’t care about the rules.

  I am willing to take this relationship sh*t DEEP, really DEEP….

  The question is how long can she hide that baby bump from me and from the world?

  CHAPTER 1: Elena

  I dropped onto my back and sighed, feeling the jolt that Liam always gave me when we were together. The sheets on the bed were messy and scattered haphazardly over the king-sized mattress as I closed my eyes and listened to the sounds in the condominium. Liam had gone to the kitchen to get us some water and the chocolate chip cookies for dessert that I knew he loved. I’d brought them over to go with the pasta that he made us for dinner, but we’d gotten distracted halfway through the meal and ended up in his bedroom.

  That always seemed to happen to us.

  I thought back to the class that I met him in during my Junior year at the University in Seattle. Liam walked in through the door near the front, striding confidently to the podium as I prepared myself for the Economics course. It wasn’t my favorite subject, but it seemed to be the lesser of two evils when it came to my choices, so here I was. I looked at the tall, handsome man that was looking us over with beautiful ocean blue eyes as he set some papers in front of him.

  I knew why the subject of students and teachers hooking up was so popular as I looked back. He was stunning and probably several feet over what I considered petite at my own five foot six. His body was clearly muscled underneath the worn jeans and dark blue Henley that he wore with black Converse, making him look like a college student himself. I knew that he wasn’t though just by the way he stood before the large class, guessing him to be in his mid to late thirties. He sure didn’t look it but the way that he oozed authority told me that he wasn’t one of the fumbling boys that had asked me out since I moved here from Portland. He had dark chestnut hair that was long enough to be considered tousled, framing his face in soft curls and covered by a dark green beanie. His hands were big as they organized his things and the smile that he flashed at us when he was ready to start made me forget my own name.

  I heard him speaking but got lost in the throaty sound of it more than whatever he was saying. He introduced himself as Doctor Liam Forsberg and told us a little about his degrees that ended with a doctorate in the subject of Economics. That helped me at guessing his age, knowing that he put in a few years to obtain all of that as I sat up in my seat halfway back and in the center of the room. He explained that he’d be passing around a seating chart to keep track of who attended class and that we should pick somewhere that we liked for the semester. That made sense with a class this size and I glanced around at the people that surrounded me, happy to see that they were anything but the jocks that were clustered more towards the front. The students that were sitting around me were just your average, run of the mill people getting an education like myself. I’d even call myself a little awkward and perhaps nerdy, more content with a book in my studio apartment than a night at a frat party.

  My best friend at school was a lot different, often urging me to hang out with her at such things. Ginger was a bubbly, beautiful auburn haired girl that had friends in every clique, knowing a lot more of the students than I did since she wrote articles for the paper. She had the chance to meet people whereas I just went to class and went home to my apartment, where I worked as a freelance in order to earn some money and still have time to study. I had a partial scholarship, but since I chose to live alone over sharing a dorm with some randomly selected roommate, I had to work as well. I was all right with that since it was such an isolated job and gave me a lot of time to myself. Emails and chats were a perfect way of keeping in touch in my opinion.

  I heard my name being called and I opened my eyes to see Liam looking questioningly at me. “Hmmm?” I asked as he sat down and set a plate of cookies down along with a big glass of ice water.

  “I thought you might have fallen asleep,” his voice was soft and rough from what we’d just done together, a memory that made me shiver.

  “Just comfortable,” I assured him as I propped my body up against his pile of pillows and reached for the glass. “Are you still hungry for the dinner that we abandoned?”

  “I stuck it in the fridge for the time being. It’ll reheat fine. I just wanted to come back here and be with you and these amazing cookies.” Liam winked at me as I blushed, the pink covering my pale skin. I knew just how much that surface reflected our relationship as I shivered under the scrap of cloth that covered the various marks on my body.

  I loved all of them equally and every act that gave them to me.

  Liam turned on a movie on the large television as I snuggled against his side, tearing off small bites of the cookie on the top of the pile as I drifted between what was playing on the screen and his warmth and scent. There was a fire to the left of the television, keeping the spacious room warm as I smiled.

  I didn’t plan to sleep with my college teacher. That was never a thought in my head and only happened in some of the books that seemed to be so popular. I was attracted to him, but so was every other female in the class as well as at the college. He was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen, but I didn’t expect the interest to be given back to me.

  It all started when I had a little trouble in the class and went to talk to him. His office wasn’t huge on campus, and I sat down, prepared to ask him my questions until I looked into his eyes. Their blue depths and varying shades captivated me as I opened my mouth to speak, making me forget everything that I was saying. “Miss Carter?” He asked as I remained silent, blinking, and taking a deep breath. Once I explained the issues, he directed me to the class tutor and gave me the email to contact the girl before leaning back in his seat. “You’re a stunning girl, Miss Carter.”

  His words caught me off guard. “Please call me Elena and…thank you.” No man had ever told me that before or anybody else for that matter. It thrilled me while a tremble went through me, knowing that this was my older teacher who was not supposed to think about me that way. I blushed as I wondered what it was about me that could be called stunning.

  I was a bit taller than some girls, and I had a curvy figure, but I didn’t think I was overweight. I had no desire to be stick thin as some girls were, but I didn’t think that my dark, wavy hair and dark green eyes were that unusual. Some pretty girls were walking around this campus, and he had to notice them, too. Right? I looked up to see him gazing thoughtfully at me, just taking in my silence. “So, I guess I have the information I need. Thank you, Mr. Forsberg. Thank you so much.” I had a partial scholarship that I didn’t want to blow, making me work hard at all my grades.

  “It’s Liam,” he spoke urgently as I widened my eyes. “Here, like this. It’s Liam.” He gestured around the room as I let myself wonder where else we might see one another, before pushing that thought out of my mind. I couldn’t and I wouldn’t. I stood as I forced myself to stop staring back at him, thanking him again before I stumbled out of the door and leaned against the wall. Holy hell, he was gorgeous and charming. I heard a noise behind the door and shuffled towards the exit that led me outside to the dreary, overcast sky.

  CHAPTER 2: Liam

  I was entering my tenth year teaching after working with friends at school tutoring and assisting in classes while I got my doctorate. Once I came back to Washington to take care of my mom as she succumbed to breast cancer, I stuck around when this job was offered. I liked this city and had grown up here, after all. I let my sister Marie have the house that we grew up in while she went to school and bought myself a condominium with some of the money that Mom left for me after her tragic death. It wasn’t fancy, but it was mine. I could sell the three-bedroom unit if my life changed and I ended up with a family, but
I was already thirty-nine, and it hadn’t happened.

  It wasn’t that I didn’t like women. I loved them and was well-aware that they enjoyed me as well. Before I started teaching, I played the single card frequently when out with friends, but I had to be careful now. College students were forward when they wanted me, men and women, alike. Some of the girls were fucking gorgeous, but that was against every rule when I took this job. Hell, I had to be careful when I was out at bars and check that the girls weren’t students at my school. I didn’t want to lay a finger on a girl that attended U-dub.

  Admittedly, that slowed me down some. Seattle was a big city but the early mornings and evenings doing my job took over as I got older and I didn’t want the casual sex as much as I once did. I saw my friends but the late nights of drinking so much that I had to think about the evening before for a beat after waking up were done, as far as the weeknights went. I kept it to a couple of beers at most with dinner or just watching a game.