Truly, Madly, Deeply

by Marian Tee

  Bam.

  His arms closed around her the moment she slammed into his embrace.

  Looking down, he started to joke about her penchant for crashing into him, but she beat him to speaking.

  "I'm sorry." Her voice was wobbling. "I'm so sorry." And her eyes were welling up with tears. "I didn't think you'd even think I would leave you."

  Ah.

  And just like that, he was no longer in any mood to fuck around.

  Just like that, he could no longer hold the words back.

  Just like that, she owned him.

  "I love you." The words were ripped out of him.

  "And I you." She was crying again. "So, so much."

  "But I thought you left me."

  "I never would."

  "I wouldn't have run after you if you had."

  "Then I'd have c-come after you."

  His arms tightened around her, his eyes squeezing shut as he felt her body shake against him.

  "I don't think I can ever make it," he said hoarsely, "if you leave me."

  "Then stop thinking of it." He felt her fingers grip his shirt. "Because it will never happen."

  And for countless moments, they simply stood there, listening to each other's heartbeats. It made the most beautiful music because every beat meant the both of them still lived, together.

  "Professor..."

  He looked down at her.

  "Make love to me?"

  Together

  Never My Love by The Association

  As Diana let the professor lead her to his bedroom, she couldn't help wondering if he was able to hear her heartbeat. Because the way it was hammering so hard and loudly against her chest, she could barely hear anything else, and the fact that she couldn't seem to catch her breath wasn't helping at all.

  They finally made it to his bedroom, and she could only spare her surroundings a dazed, distracted glance. It was just as beautiful as the rest of his home, if not a little more austere in his choice of furniture. That was all she managed to think. Because after gently guiding her to sit on the edge of the bed, the professor had drawn her hands to his chest, a silent request for her to undress him, and, well, how could anyone be capable of thinking after that?

  Her breath caught as she managed to pull his shirt over his head and she was treated to the magnificent sight of his bare chest.

  He noticed the odd way she was staring at him. "What is it?"

  "You really are," she murmured, "like a Michelangelo painting come to life."

  It wasn't Matthijs' first time to be complimented, but somehow her words were different, and he felt like a fucking god, with the way she was gazing at him with such awe.

  "I'm flattered you think so." The professor's purring voice had her whole body shivering under its invisible caress. "But don't you want to see more?"

  Diana could feel her face turning red as the professor guided her hands to the waistband of his pants. "Umm. Of course. I, umm, would." She saw him smirk, and this made her blush harder for some reason, and her fingers shook hard as she started to unbutton his pants. It took a couple of tries, but she managed in the end, and she found herself gulping as the pants fell to the floor.

  It was just his boxers now, but oh God, the thin scrap of silk was a total failure at hiding the bulge of his erection.

  "Can you manage or..."

  "I. Can. Manage." Each word came out a croak, but she told herself not to mind it. The important thing was that she had said them and had thus shown the professor she was not some naïve, inexperienced girl to be coddled.

  So...let's do this, Saint M---

  Oh shit.

  No.

  Forget I called you, Saint M.

  This isn't something---

  The professor frowned at the flicker of panic in her gaze. "If you're having second thoughts..."

  "What? No." Pushing all thoughts of her guardian saint away, she forced herself to concentrate on the task at hand.

  All ten - or at least it seemed like ten, or maybe it was more? - inches of it.

  Here we go, Di.

  Matthijs coughed back a laugh when she pulled his boxers down with such force it had her falling on her knees - and staring straight at his dick.

  "Oh my---"

  His still-swelling dick accidentally bumped her nose.

  There was a moment of silence, but then their gazes met, and he could no longer keep a straight face. Her stunned expression had him throwing his head back with a laugh. "God." Only her...it was just her and no one else who could make him feel this fucking happy and horny at the same time.

  "Come here, darling." He took her hand to pull her up, and she watched him open his drawer. A second later, and he was placing a foil packet in her hand. "Have you ever tried putting this on another man?"

  "Actually..."

  The professor stiffened.

  "I practiced on a vibrator."

  WHAT. THE. FUCK.

  Seeing his expression, she muttered defensively, "I wanted to be prepared."

  And another laugh escaped him.

  God.

  God.

  God.

  How I love her.

  Glancing down at her, he said huskily, "Impress me then."

  And so she did.

  She was back on her knees, almost as if she instinctively knew how the dominant in him loved seeing her in such a position, and then her fingers were slowly reaching for his dick.

  He bit back a groan as her fingers slowly pushed the rubber down until every inch of his member was covered. "Diana---" And then he forgot what else he had to say, with her taking him completely by surprise as her mouth closed around his dick.

  FUCK.

  She worked him like a pro, sucking and licking in a way that guaranteed his undoing in a matter of mere minutes. It had him wondering if she had also practiced this on a vibrator, and of course this thought had him harder than ever, and he found himself gripping her hair.

  She sucked harder, and his balls tightened.

  FUCK. FUCK. FUCK.

  Diana felt the professor's fingers tighten its grip on her hair, and it felt good. Really good. So much so that she couldn't help licking every inch of him while her hands tentatively reached for his balls. They felt heavier and sturdier than she imagined, and when she gave them a little squeeze, it was both exciting and a little frightening, the way the professor's manhood pulsed inside her mouth.

  She tried it again, squeezing harder and sucking harder at the same time, and the moment she did, it was as if his control went to pieces, and she found herself reliving a porn film staple. The professor gripping her hair tightly as he controlled the bobbing of her head while his member thrust in and out, faster and wilder, and oh God, she couldn't, just couldn't get enough---

  POP!

  Diana fell back as he yanked out of her mouth, and her eyes widened when she saw him stroking his manhood furiously as he started coming and filling the condom until it looked in danger of exploding. Their gazes clashed, his golden eyes hard, and it was as if he was saying, This is how it would always be between us.

  Almost as if he was trying to scare her away, Diana thought.

  Oh, Professor.

  When would he get it?

  Eyes still locked with him, she slowly licked her lips and saw his entire body jerk. Good. And as his climax slowed to its aftermath, she rose to her feet and reached behind her for the zip of her dress.

  Her eyes stayed with his as it fell softly to the floor, its descent a proud, quiet statement of its own.

  I'm here.

  She reached for her lace panties and stepped out of it.

  I'm here for good.

  She stood before him, naked and trembling, but despite her fears, she kept her chin up, her back straight, and everything of her bared to his gaze.

  All of me...

  She stepped forward.

  Is for you.

  The professor closed the distance between them, and her eyes swept close as she felt his han
d curve around her nape.

  Third kiss, Diana couldn't help thinking dizzily.

  And so it was.

  His mouth was forceful and hungry, almost to the point of ravishment, as if he was making up for all the nights he had wanted and needed, all the times he had ached to kiss her.

  And knowing this, all she could do was part her lips willingly under his, her tongue molding its strokes to his.

  All of me is yours.

  His body shuddered, his kisses gradually turning gentle and tender, and when he pulled away, his eyes were once again blazing with emotions. Passion. Heat. Lust. Love. So much emotions, but not one of it was bleakness, and that was all she cared about.

  Bleakness meant he still thought he was alone in this.

  And he was not.

  Never would be.

  She looked up at him.

  All of me is yours.

  "Last chance," he gritted out.

  And because it seemed he needed to hear it out loud, she said softly and very, very clearly, "All of me is yours."

  His eyes closed. "May God forgive me." She saw him swallow hard. "Because I might never ever let you go after this."

  And then he was carrying her to his bed and, after laying her down, she watched him pull back to reach for the drawer and take out another condom. She watched him get rid of the old one and found it an intimately erotic experience, watching the man she loved put on his own condom. It was stupid and fanciful, but she couldn't help seeing him as a warrior, oiling his blade, and the thought of him stabbing her flesh with it and having him pull out with her blood on his blade---

  Diana's face heated as she felt her nipples pinch up in a painfully erect position.

  Forgive me if this is a sin.

  But I think there's a bit of a twisted masochist in me.

  And then the professor was moving back, looming over her as he nudged her legs apart, and both guilt and consciousness dissipated in the sensual, throbbing heat of his presence.

  "You look beautiful," the professor said huskily, "spread out and naked for me like this." His fingers drifted down to her body as he spoke, and a whimper escaped her as he cupped one breast. A moment later, and she could only whimper again, with his hand fully palming her breast.

  And then both of his hands were doing it, and her whimpers turned into moans. It was the most embarrassing sound, but when she tried to cover her mouth, the professor's gaze glinted.

  "I want to hear you, Diana."

  And so she found herself fisting the bed sheets on each side instead, her moans growing louder and lewder as he continued to play with her swelling and aching breasts. And when he bent down to pinch one nipple before covering it with his mouth, her body could only arch up as another moan was ripped out of her throat.

  "Oh God."

  He began to suck, and she began to writhe.

  "Professor."

  Sucking and sucking, and she couldn't stop writhing.

  It was good. So good. So unbelievably good.

  He moved to her other breast, and it was heaven and hell all over again, and she reached for him with a sob, fingers clawing unthinkingly on his back.

  And then she felt it.

  His fingers trailing down ever so slowly.

  Her legs fell open.

  And one finger pushed home.

  A cry of pleasure broke out of her, and then all she could do was pant and remind herself to breathe as his finger withdrew and plunged back inside of her in a maddeningly leisurely pace.

  "Diana." The professor's whisper caressed her ear, and as her body buckled, his finger pushed deeper - deep enough to brush against the membrane of her virginity - and she let out another cry.

  "Professor."

  "I'm going to take your virginity with my finger."

  She could only nod, her mind and body still too busy grappling with all the sensations that his thrusting finger were pushing to the fore.

  "It's safer that way, but after that..."

  A second finger slid in, and she cried out once more, already feeling so full, and oh God, if that was how it felt now, how much fuller would she feel later on---

  "It will be my dick stuffing you."

  AAAAH!

  And then it was already happening, his fingers tearing past her hymen, and a gasp broke past her lips as she could literally feel it breaking.

  Matthijs' jaw clenched as her wide, dazed doe eyes locked with his.

  "It's done," she said shakily.

  "It is."

  "And I'm yours."

  Fuck.

  "Yes," he rasped. "You're mine."

  And so he slowly pulled his fingers out and moved over her to replace it with his dick, just as he fucking promised.

  His gaze devoured every sweep of expression on her face as his dick nudged the moist entrance of her pussy. He wanted to memorize it, wanted to have every fucking moment of this imprinted in his brain.

  Because if there would still come a day that she'd leave him, he would at least have this.

  His dick slowly went in, and her fingers dug into his shoulders as her eyes went wide.

  This.

  He pushed all the way in, and desire and wonder flashed in her eyes.

  And then she was crying her name out.

  "Matthijs."

  He began to move, slowly and gently at first, his eyes never leaving her face, and when her legs tightened around his waist, he slightly increased the pace, beads of sweat lining his face as he strove to maintain his control.

  "Oh, Matthijs." Her eat-you, eat-me eyes did what it did best, begging and pleading for him to ruin her---

  Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

  He still stood no chance against it, and with a guttural growl, he did as asked, did as they both wanted, his hips moving wildly as his dick pistoned in and out of her. She cried out with each thrust, again and again, and when their gazes collided between thrusts, her dark eyes, even filled as they were with tears, were still begging.

  More.

  More.

  More.

  Ruin me. Violate me. Own me.

  He bent down to bite her nipple, just enough to turn pain into pleasure without drawing blood, and her sweet, piercing cry rippled in the room.

  "Matthijs."

  Her fingers dug hard into the blades of his back.

  "I'm cumming."

  And, with those words, so was he.

  Her moan melted into his growl, her arching, shuddering body pressing against his rigid, bent form as his dick ejaculated into the condom.

  Their orgasm could've lasted anywhere between seconds and minutes, but for Matthijs, it seemed like a fucking eternity, and the way her limp body eventually fell back against the bed, so it seemed for her as well.

  He rolled to his back, pulling her with him, and his chest eased and tightened at the way she sighed as she curled close, his semi-erect dick still thrumming inside of her. He could hear her still trying to catch her breath, and this close, he imagined she could also hear the still-thunderous drum of his heartbeat.

  It was done, Matthijs thought.

  He waited for the guilt and remorse to strike him.

  But there was none.

  Jeremiah 29:11, she had once whispered to him.

  His jaw clenched.

  So be it.

  For better or worse, he would let himself hope and believe that their future together was part of His plan.

  Her

  Diana 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.

  Her 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.