“I definitely am not,” I said softly, as I ran my thumb over her bottom lip.
She’s so close to me…
“I should go.”
“Okay.”
Neither of us moved.
If she kissed me now, she would become a student who knowingly seduced her professor, and if I kissed her now, I would become a professor who preyed on my student. Either way, we were both screwed, so fuck it.
Leaning down, I closed the gap between us. In that moment, everything I had been suppressing for the last month came rushing back to me. Dropping my bag, I picked her up, and her legs snaked themselves around me. She molded herself to my body, and her hands gripped on to my hair, as our tongues collided with each other.
I had no idea how we even managed to make it to the bedroom. When we got to the bed, she broke away only long enough for me to pull off her sweater and throw it into the corner. She swept my jacket of my shoulders, and pulled my tie from my neck in one fluid motion. She ripped my shirt off just as I had done to her on our second night.
“So sexy,” I muttered, kissing her stomach, as I pulled off her jeans.
I eagerly trailed my kisses downward, pausing only long enough to pull her underwear down with my teeth. My hand was already moving in to tease her. Her back arched up, as I rubbed my fingers against her already wet folds. My tongue followed suit as I licked her, once, slowly.
“Stop… stop playing with me,” she protested, as she rocked against my tongue and fingers.
She was right. I didn’t want to play, I just wanted to have her. She rubbed herself against me and I couldn’t help but grin.
“Eager?” I asked, taking it from her.
“Aren’t you? Or has someone else been getting you off now?”
Grabbing her wrist, I pinned her down underneath me. “Don’t even joke like that.”
“Who says—?”
I kissed her, silencing her before she said anything else crazy. She moaned into my mouth as soon as I entered her.
Goddamn.
I couldn’t think straight. I had missed this. I had missed being
in her so badly, I didn't have enough self-control to make love. So instead, I fucked her hard, keeping her pinned down beneath me. Her breasts bounced uncontrollably, as my bed shook to the rhythm of our bodies. This wasn’t slow or passionate; that’s not what either of us wanted or needed.
“Levi!”
I loved how she always, no matter what, called my name when she came.
Seeing the look on her face, I couldn’t stop myself. I grunted out as I came. Exhausted, I fell onto her chest, and she wrapped her arms around me. I stayed like that for as long as I could, savoring the moment, and the feel of her, as I listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal.
This moment was just like the last day of our week together, only now, we both knew that this was something different. This was something more than just lust.
That week we had no idea if we would ever see each other again, let alone become so entwined in each other’s lives. We were a mystery to each other then, but now, now we should have known better. Or at the very least, I should have known better, but I just couldn’t care enough.
When she tried to get up, I rolled over, trying to give her the space that she needed. But watching her reach for her bra was too much.
“Don’t go,” I finally said. “Stay the night.”
“I can’t.”
“Why?”
She turned back and glared at me, “You know why.”