Teacher's Pet

“I've felt the same way. I mean, I love it here in terms of the volleyball and the education I'm getting, but without you, it all feels gray, like I’m going through the motions.”

We both stared into each other's eyes and smiled, and we held each other's gaze for a long time, passing unsaid words between us.

“How's the team doing, anyway?” I asked, breaking the silence.

“They're doing well enough. I was pretty much forced to put Tammy and Kelly back on the squad, which I was unhappy about to say the least. But I haven't put them on the starting lineup – they can't make me do that.”

I nodded. “I figured Tammy would use her father's clout to do something.”

“I'm gonna quit,” he said abruptly.

I looked up at him, startled. “You're gonna quit? But...why? Because of Tammy?”

He shook his head. “No. Because of you.”

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. “You...wow, Wade, I could never, ever ask you to-”

He held up a hand to silence me.

“You didn't ask me to do anything. This is my choice entirely. I don't want to be on the other side of the country while you're out here. And, I don't want you to give up your dreams for me. You need to be here at Stanford, you need to take your abilities as far as they can go.

“So, that only leaves me with one choice, a choice I'll gladly take: I'm quitting my job at FSU and coming out here. I don't know what I'll do, but I'll find a job. I don't care what it is, as long as I get to be with you. That's the most important thing to me – you're the most important thing to me.

“It's taken me these last two months to realize this, but now I know it. I know that it's the truth. I love you, Eryn. I love you madly, deeply, and more than I have ever loved anyone else in my life. I don’t want to be without you.”

I couldn't speak for a moment; I was so overwhelmed with everything he'd just said. But what words couldn't say, actions could. I got up, walked over to him, and straddled his lap, wrapping my arms around him. I pressed my lips against his, finding his mouth warm and inviting.

A slow kiss morphed into one with a furious, mad passion that sent showers of sparks across my vision, and left us both breathless at the end of it.

“I love you, too, Wade. More than any number of words could ever try to tell you. And, I’ve missed you terribly.”

We kissed again, and desire grew with a burning heat inside me. His desire pressed against me with an increasing force as his manhood swelled. I took his hand, panting after the intensity of the kiss.

“Come...let's go to my bedroom,” I said, leading him there.

I opened the door, and then we were all over each other. All of that longing, pain and sadness that had been stewing inside each of us for the last two months, it all came out. We were both panting, gasping, and pawing at each other like wild animals.

He all but tore my clothes off me as I ripped his off of him. His hands immediately went to my bare breasts, squeezing and fondling them with an almost savage intensity as he slammed his lips onto mine and thrust his tongue into my mouth.

With his right hand, he kept on squeezing my breast, pinching my rapidly hardening nipple between his forefinger and thumb, which sent ripples of pleasure scuttling across my nerve endings. With his left hand, he pulled down my panties and reached for the slit between my legs, which was already hot with desire and dripping with wetness.

I gasped as his finger slipped inside me, and with my own, desperate hands I unbuttoned his jeans and yanked them down so that his stiff, steel-hard manhood emerged.

I wrapped my eager fingers around it as he started moving his fingers in and out of me with a delectable pace while simultaneously working my clit with smooth, rhythmic pressure with his thumb.

I gasped and moaned; I clamped my mouth onto his, kissing him with a furious passion as my hips started to move themselves to the rhythm of his motion between my thighs. I increased the pressure and speed with which I was stroking his manhood, and felt him shudder with pleasure as I did.

As he increased the vigor and intensity of the pressure and rhythm with which he was handling me between my legs, I felt the force of an orgasm coming on. It was a culmination of everything I'd needed to release over the past two months, and it really was coming on rapidly.

I started crying out, panting and shivering as it built up to explosion point, and then cried out his name as the orgasm burst, shooting its waves of bliss through me.

“Wade! Oh, God, Wade!” I cried, feeling my legs turning to jelly beneath me as the orgasm tore through me.

“I need you right now, I can't wait any longer,” he gasped, and he threw me onto the bed and opened my legs, spreading them apart. I was ready for him, more ready than I'd ever been. I let out a long, drawn out moan as he climbed on top of me and slipped himself into me, feeding his glorious length into me, inch by exquisite inch, until we were fully connected.

“God, I've missed this,” he gasped, “I've missed this so much.”

“I have, too,” I gasped. “I've missed it – I've missed you.”