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"Are you sure? I mean, it's a huge step, and I'd love to move in here. I just don't want you to think badly of me if I agree."
"Darling, I'm being purely selfish here," Stuart chuckled. "When I said I want you here every day, I didn't just mean for the conversation. I also want you in my bed."
Allee blushed. Although she was no virgin, she had deliberately held off from sleeping with Stuart, as she needed reassurance that he felt that the relationship was headed somewhere and would not just fizzle out after they had sex. She took a minute or two to think about how this would change her life and if this was truly what she wanted. It was.
"Yes, I'll move in. I'm on a month-to-month lease now, so I just need to let them know my exit date, and then I'm all yours!"
"All mine, hmmm? I like the sound of that," Stuart took her wine glass and placed it next to his on the coffee table. "How about we celebrate?" Then he turned and took her head in his hands. His mouth closed over hers, his tongue pressing against her lips until they parted, allowing him full access to her mouth. He pressed closer, pushing her back into the cushions, ignoring her startled protest at the rapid change of circumstance. His large hands moved over her body, one sliding under her skirt to grasp her upper thigh, the other pushing her blouse up, exposing her stomach and the lower lace of her bra. Allee made a sound of complaint in her throat, her lungs burning from lack of air. Stuart moved backwards, a slight frown furrowing his brow, irritation in his voice, "What? Why are you pulling away?"
"Stuart, I couldn't breathe," she said, "plus, as comfortable as your couch is, it's not somewhere I would want to spend the night, especially if I'm sharing it with you!"
"I hadn't thought of that.” Stuart grinned a little sheepishly. “I'm just so impatient to finally get my hands on you. You have no idea how tormenting it is to have you sit next to me, giving me your kisses, and know it won't be going any further. Let's go to the bedroom!" Stuart stood, then bending over, scooped her up in his arms and over his shoulder. Allee squealed in surprise, then gasped as Stuart smacked her on the bottom. "Enough of that. You'll need to save your breath and your voice for the moans I intend on extracting from you tonight."
Stuart strode into his bedroom, a room with a king-size bed and minimalist furnishings. He dropped her onto the bed. Before she could move, he was beside her, and his mouth was on hers. He swiftly unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it apart to get to her bra, reaching into one cup to expose her breast. He bent his head, suckling at her, gently at first, then grazing her nipple with his teeth. Allee gasped as Stuart bit down with a little roughness, then let her head drop back onto the mattress as he soothingly licked and kissed it better.
Allee's hands moved up to Stuart's waist, tugging his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. She lightly stroked the exposed flesh of his lower back, gently scratching at him with her nails.
Stuart groaned in pleasure, murmuring, "I want your hands on me. Undress me."
Allee tugged open his shirt, a couple of buttons popping off and landing on the floor. She pushed it from his shoulders, and he jerked his arms out of the sleeves. His body was solid but lacked muscular definition; his skin was smooth, with a line of blonde hair arrowing down from his navel to below the waistband of his pants. She lightly traced the hair downwards until Stuart roughly grabbed her hands, pulling them away.
"No. No more. I can't wait," he moved back, pulling Allee up until she was sitting. Pushing her blouse off her shoulders, Stuart reached behind her to unclasp her bra. Then he unfastened her skirt before pushing her back down and pulling it, and her underwear, down her legs.
Allee felt self-conscious, lying naked and exposed before him. When she went to cover herself, he shook his head as his hands moved to his belt. Allee's eyes followed his movements, noticing the bulge of his erection, her throat suddenly dry and tight. Stuart shucked his pants and then his boxers, his cock springing forth. He reached over to his bedside cabinet, opening a drawer and pulling a condom out, quickly opened it and sheathed himself before dropping back down onto the bed. Allee's breath quickened, and then she gasped as Stuart simultaneously bit down on her nipple and thrust his fingers inside her.
Satisfied that she was wet enough to take him, Stuart removed his fingers and forced himself inside her. Allee wasn't prepared, and it hurt. He began thrusting away, switching between tightly grasping her hips and squeezing her breasts. Allee tried to move with him, to allow his rhythmic movement to stimulate and arouse her, but it was too late. With a loud grunt, Stuart thrust deeply, pulling her tightly to him with bruising force. Then he collapsed onto Allee, leaving her confused and unsatisfied.
Stuart rolled over onto his back with a contented sigh.
"I'm going to clean myself up. I suggest you do the same," Stuart gestured towards a doorway. "The bathroom is through there."
Feeling more self-conscious than ever before, Allee quickly scuttled to the bathroom. She moved towards the shower, turning the jet spray on, letting the heated water sluice over her body. She gently washed between her legs, feeling the soap stinging her bruised flesh, and noticed the marks on her breasts and the top of her thighs. As she rinsed the soap from her body, she felt sadly deflated. She hoped that this was not a signal of how the relationship would continue.
The next minute, a muscled arm clamped around her waist, pulling Allee back into Stuart's body, a new erection pressing into her lower back. His other arm circled around her, his hand moving low over her abdomen, his fingers brushing through her curls to find her clitoris. He nuzzled her neck under her ear as his fingers circled and pressed, his fingers moving slowly to begin with, his touch feather-light, before ramping up the intensity and pressure. Allee’s head flopped back onto Stuart’s chest as she bit her lip against a moan, surprised and elated that he knew how to give such pleasure before her skin tightened and her knees buckled as he drew out an orgasm.
Before she could catch her breath, Stuart turned Allee around, lifted her up and pressed her against the wall of the shower, holding her there with his torso. He pulled her thighs apart, wrapping her legs around his hips before burying himself in her again. This time, when Stuart came, so did Allee.
"Welcome home Allee, you're right where you belong. You're mine now," he whispered into her ear.
Chapter Three
Allee sat shivering on her lounge room floor in the pale dawn light, her mug of congealed hot chocolate beside her. She hadn’t moved since Stuart had driven away, except to sink to the floor. She was oblivious to the birds outside, heralding a bright new day. All she could think was, he had found her. Her attempts at hiding had failed. A persistent furry head butting into her elbow brought her back to the here-and-now. Allee scooped the cat into her arms and into her chest.
“Oh, Piddle, what am I going to do?” she said and buried her face in the cat’s fur. “He's back!” The cat observed her owner with mismatched eyes, blinked, yawned, and then nuzzled Allee's chin. This helped to steady Allee, her heartbeat slowing with each caress.
After she had settled somewhat, Allee headed for her phone. There weren't many entries in her contacts, so it was only the work of an instant to call up one particular name.
“Who the fuck are you, calling me at this time of the morning?” demanded a husky voice on the other end of the line. “Do you have any idea what time it is?”
“Hi Cass, it's me. Sorry to call you so early, I know that today is your day off, but it's important.”
Sounding mollified, Cass Nelson, Allee's oldest and dearest friend, replied, “What's going on, hun? Is everything okay?”
“No,” she took a shuddering breath then continued, “I need you to come over this morning, as soon as you can. I need you to take Piddle home with you, where I know she'll be safe.”
“Safe? What are you ta-” Cass broke off, “Shit, don't tell me he's found you. How the fuck did he do that?”
“I don't know. All I know is, I got up during the night to have a drink and saw him standing out the front of the house.”
