Her
D IANA WOKE TO THE FEEL of the professor nuzzling the valley between her breasts.
Even as her eyes struggled to open, she couldn't help lifting herself up on her elbows, a part of her still having a hard time believing that...
This wasn't a dream?
And it wasn't.
His golden head was between her breasts, his magnificently naked body was between her legs, and when his gaze lifted to hers, leonine eyes glittering with wicked intentions, a blush stole over her cheeks.
Oh, Saint M.
His gaze still holding hers captive, demanding her to watch, the professor slowly laved one pouting nipple with his tongue, and Diana's blush spread to the rest of her quaking body.
I'm so dead.
The professor smirked. "Too much?"
"Y-yes." But her answer came out in a gasp, with the professor choosing that same moment to start sucking on her nipple.
So good. It's just so, so good. Too, too good.
And she never wanted it to end.
head fell back against the pillows, and her fingers moved down blindly to grip his head. The professor seemed to be taking his time sucking on her nipples, almost as if he wished to feast on them, and it was driving her mad.
But just as she was about to break, she felt his head lift, and a sigh of relief escaped her. She just needed some time to breathe and—- aaaaaaah!
His mouth had landed between her legs, and when they instinctively tried to press together, the professor simply took hold of each one and slung them over his shoulders.
Oh Goooooooooood.
And then it was happening.
His mouth once again feasting, this time on her moist, quivery womanhood. His lips nuzzling the entrance of her core, pressing gentle, tickling kisses that traced the lines of her folds, and finally - oh, oh, oh God - his tongue slowly pushed in.
A moan spilled out of her.
And it started then, the relentless in-and-out thrusts of his tongue, and she found herself once again rising up on her elbows, fingers desperately clutching the sheets as her dazed eyes clung to the sight of him eating her pussy.
"P-Professor."
She wasn't sure if she said this to make him stop, but either way, it only seemed to do the opposite, spurring his tongue to move even faster and drive her wilder with desire.
It was just too much, too, too much, and as the pleasure sharpened up into an agonizing peak, she felt his mouth move up, his teeth grazing her clitoris.
AAAAAAH!
He sucked hard on the tiny nub of flesh, and she started coming...just...as...hard.
Wave after wave of pleasure struck her body, making her feel like she was being thrown all over in an ocean of sensations.
Too much. Just too, too much.
But before she could even start breathing again, she felt the professor moving, and when she managed to open her eyes, it was to see the professor sheathing himself with a condom.
Oh God.
His name came out in whimpers and gasps as he suddenly hauled her up to position Diana on all fours.
Oh God.
Was this what they called doggie—-
The professor shoved his member inside of her from behind.
And so it was...and it felt so, so good.
He began fucking her. Hard and good. Enough to make her breasts jiggle and create slapping sounds every time his hips hit the back of her legs. It was beyond erotic and embarrassing, but even as she felt her face heat up, she knew she would never in a million of years want it to stop. This was the professor fucking her, finally. She would always—-
AAAAAAAAH!
All sensible thoughts disappeared the moment the professor reached down to pinch her nipple.
Oh God.
Pinch. Thrust. Pinch. Thrust. Pinch. Thrust.
She tried to hold on to her sanity, tried to make it last, but when his fingers latched one last time to her nipple and never let go, it was just too, too much once more, and she gasped his name out.
"Matthijs!"
She sobbed as she came, and a moment later, she heard him growl her name as he started cumming, his fingers digging hard into the cheeks of her butt.
When she woke again, it was to the smell of something awesome.
Steak.
Mac she only knew that she had done something wrong, and she had hurt him. I'm so, so sorry.
Are you ashamed of me?
And she had started to cry. No. Of course not.
Because it's alright if you are.
The words had her crying harder. I'm not ashamed. I swear. But when she had tried reaching for his hands, he had shaken his head, and she could only cry, seeing that refusing her touch had hurt him just as much.
I'm so sorry, she had whispered.
There's a reason why there isn't any law that requires full and immediate disclosure of my condition. The only way I can kill someone is when I have my dick in that person's hole, and I've stopped taking medications.
And when he looked at her, the bleakness was back in his eyes, and this time it was because of her.
It will never work if being with me makes you feel guilty and you have the constant need to tell everyone what I have. I won't stop loving you for it, but I wouldn't be able to bear it either, knowing how I make you feel—-
She had cut him off by throwing herself in his arms. Had cut him off because it was then she had finally understood, just what this very special man meant, when he had told her 'I love you.'
That night, she had loved him with all she had, using her mouth and her hands to beg for his forgiveness and ask for another chance. And after, with Matthijs sleeping beside her, his arms around her, she had let the tears fall as she prayed.
Please God. Please Saint M. Please.
She prayed that the time would never come and he might think he had to push her away again.
She prayed that the time would never come and she would be so weak as to leave him.
She prayed and prayed, prayed for everything that had to do with her failings.
But not once did she remember to pray that the day would never come...and it would be her love for him that would spell their end, and she would find herself leaving, not because of him, but for him.