“I’m ready. For fuck’s sake, I’m tired of not knowing. I want the truth from you,” she bit out. Her eyes were flickering down to my lips, and I wanted to kiss her hard, mark her skin with my touch, and brand my ownership on every inch of her. Her look made something dark and twisted come alive inside me, something that had been growing since I’d first seen her, and watching her ever since.
“The truth? You already know the truth. You know there is something between us that would see the pages of this institution’s rule book on fire. You know that this between us isn’t normal or ordinary.”
“What is it between us? This thing?” she asked, her pulse hammering in her throat, her breath shallow. I looked down at her, enjoying all the signs of excitement I saw. Savouring the anticipation of finally dropping the mask before this woman and letting my inner crazy show.
“Are you asking because you really don’t know, or are you so in denial of your feelings?”
“I’m asking because I don’t know. I have no frame of reference for this. I have no measure, no gauge. I don’t know how to handle it. I don’t understand what I feel inside,” she said, all in a rush. My heart quaked in my chest at that confession. “Every time I’m around you, I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a mountain, or a dark, deep abyss, and I don’t know whether to cling onto the side, and try to climb up, or-,”
“Or?“
“Or fall,” she muttered. “I don’t know how to be around you with this feeling inside me, and just pretend to me normal,” she continued.
“Then don’t be normal. Stop pretending. Fall.” My words were deep and pulled right from my heart. My sweet little obsession was cracking, her tough façade breaking right in front of me, and it was mesmerizing to watch. “Fall, and I’ll catch you,” I vowed, with a certainty I’d never felt about anything else.
Then, my lips went to hers, finally, and captured them in a kiss of pure want and naked possession.
This woman was mine. I was hers. No one would part us again.
Her lips opened beneath mine immediately, and I swept inside. Sliding my tongue along hers and tugging at her lips with my teeth. She wanted to burn, and I would burn with her. I pushed her back against the desk and pulled her onto it. Folders fell, scattering papers everywhere. I barely noticed. I brought my hands to cup her face, so precious to me, so perfect, and tilted her head to get deeper, to be closer. Her neck beneath my strong fingers was fragile, her pulse fluttering against my fingers as I kissed her hard enough to stop both our hearts. The dam was broken inside me, and the river was running, with no escape.
“I have wanted to kiss you since the moment I laid eyes on you, little one,” I panted against her lips, pulling back just enough to work her t-shirt off, pulling it over her head and tossing it aside. “I’ve thought of nothing else,” I muttered, lowering my hands to her bra, some sporty thing without a clasp. Instead, I pushed my hand into one cup and caressed her breast, savouring the full handful it made, thumbing over her nipple until she cried out, arching her back further into my grip. “Take it off, it you value it,” I muttered, and helped take her hands out. When she was bare before me, I couldn’t help slowing to look at her. Every inch was perfect, and mine. I would stamp my name into her skin, so all could see, and everyone would know. I took her tits in my hands, gripping them tightly, as I kissed her again. She struggled to get closer, to pull me harder against her. My girl liked a firm hand, and god knew, I had one. I broke off the kiss as she pulled my lower lip between her teeth and bit down hard. I tasted blood as I pulled back. I looked down at her, seeing the dot of red on her lip, and brought a finger to smear it along her lower lip like gloss.
“That’s right, little one. Bite me, scratch me, mark me with your touch. Don’t hold back. I want it to show,” I murmured, and then lowered my head to her breast and sucked a nipple into my mouth. She cried out, a strangled, glorious sound of shock, as my tongue went to work on her, and my barely restrained teeth nibbled at her skin. I wanted to consume her.
Her fingers worked into my hair, pressing my head against her, holding my mouth to her nipple, and I Ioved it. I would give her everything she craved and more. My fingers dropped to her skirt, sliding the material up her smooth thighs, and then I was there, resting my fingertips against the damp cotton of her panties. “Has anyone ever kissed you here…?” I murmured against her skin, as I pressed her legs wide, and lowered myself to my knees before her. She shook her head, her eyes fixed on me with breathless anticipation. “Good girl. I knew that under all that fire you’d be a good girl… waiting for me.”
My knees met the ground as I knelt and pulled her panties down her legs. She was trembling. Her hesitant touch turned me on like nothing else. My Amy hadn’t gone around letting unworthy idiots fondle her. I was glad. I wanted to worship her like she deserved to be worshipped, and set an example that no other man would ever topple, not that they’d have the chance.
“No one’s ever touched me there, never mind… put their mouth,” she bit off her words in a gasp, as I spread her legs wide, and revealed her glistening pussy to my avid stare. I paused, awed by that confession. My sweetheart was untouched. I’d never dare dream of such a gift. I would be her everything, and she’d never want for attention or pleasure. Her every fantasy would be fulfilled, always.
“Then you honor me,” I told her gravely. She smiled, a small, secret joy that I treasured. Her legs tried to close when I shifted my grip, and I returned to push them open. “Don’t hide from me.”
“I just feel so… indecent,” she muttered, her cheeks colouring at the confession.
“You’re not indecent. Nothing we do together is indecent. You’re feeling vulnerable and exposed, and that is unnecessary. Nothing about you isn’t beautiful for me. Every single inch is perfection–for me. Don’t feel shy in front of your biggest fan,” I murmured, before leaning in and licking her. First, I pressed a kiss to her clit, and then ran my tongue down the length of her slit, burrowing between the folds to just dip inside and out, and then back up. I brought my finger to tease at her entrance, as I tongued her bud, working into a rhythm and motion that made her gasp and her hips come off the desk.
“It’s too good!” she said in a strangled voice. “I can’t take it,” she panted.
“You can take it. There’s no escape from it. Relax and let it happen,” I told her, recognising that frantic energy that filled her voice as the absolute pleasurable torment of an encroaching orgasm, too strong and new to handle.
I pushed her toward it ruthlessly. This was only the beginning of the pleasure I would wring from Amy’s body. Her muscles started to contract and her thighs tightened around my head, locking me in place against her. With a rough cry, her orgasm tore through her, and her hips thrashed on the desk, while I held her ruthlessly in place and worked her through it, second by second, one pulse of bliss at a time, until she was panting, and releasing into a pool of pleasure on the bed, her limbs boneless, her breath finally even, and hands freeing my head. I leaned in and pressed one more kiss to her centre, and she cried out, a guttural, glorious sound, and jerked one more time, before going limp.
“That was the best thing that has ever happened to me,” she muttered faintly, her voice hoarse. I stood and adjusted my cock, hard as hell, and trying desperately to angle itself toward the tempting sight of Amy’s bare entrance, still hovering temptingly close. But I was a man of control and discipline, and I wouldn’t have my future wife’s first time be on a hard desk on a campus that was dangerous to be on. I had to reign in my raging desire and get a grip.
Just as I went to tell her we should leave, and tugged her carefully up, the lights plunged out. I looked around, going to a window that overlooked the quad. I didn’t see much of anything out there, but that didn’t mean that troublemakers weren’t around.
“Aaron?” Amy sounded uncertain, and I hated it. I wanted to make her feel confident and taken care of at all times. It started now.
“We need to get out of here. I want you safe.” I told her, helping her stand on shaky legs, and looking for her panties in the dark office.
“It couldn’t really be dangerous, could it? I mean, those guys are awful, and I’m so relieved they’re finally getting suspended, but I don’t think they’d be attacking random people on the quad,” Amy said.
“They already attacked random women at their own parties, so I don’t know why you think it would be much of an escalation. Someone capable of date raping another person is capable of anything. There is no line there between bad and worse,” I told her firmly. “No matter what society has taught you to think…” I added, to soften my words. Amy nodded, accepting the truth to my words. Just because the good old boys’ club of lawmakers and judiciary had taught women to think attacks on them were less serious or important than attacking a student or teacher in public didn’t make it true.
“Ok, where will we go?” she asked, crowding closely behind me, as I slipped my hand into hers, took my bag, and locked up my office.
“Home, of course. School’s out for the day, Miss Mackintosh. Will you play hookie with me?” I teased her, hoping to lighten the anxiety on her brow. She smiled.
“Of course I will, but my place is really close to campus.”
“We are going to mine, of course, and we’re going to finish what we started here, if you want to,” I added, glancing back at her, as we reached the doors to the faculty building and pushed outside. She met my eyes and nodded, biting her lip in the most effortlessly sexy way I’d ever seen.
“I want to,” she confessed.
“Good. Let’s go.”