Hot Night With My Professor

“I’m starting to love you…”

Words I did not expect from Ismael. Those words sent me a huge amount of warmth that touched my hopeless romantic heart. Very powerful. I can be weakened and subdued by those words. I feel like, at any moment, I could die. I thought no one would love me because my family had abandoned me, but here he is starting to love me.

“W-what did you say?” I asked, in the middle of difficulty in my breathing. He never warned me about that. I was never prepared. I guess I will never be. I backed away from him. We are now sitting across from each other, holding hands.

“My heart keeps calling your name. It’s about to burst.”

I bit my lip. I was never ready for his confession. Just like when he admitted he liked me. Is this really how it feels to receive a sincere confession? I am going nuts.

“Do you want to date me?” I stared at his eyes even more. I thought it was surprising that he said that he was starting to love me, but I didn’t expect this question from him. What kind of question is that? No one can turn down his offer.

“A-are you serious?” I asked, looking into his eyes, but even those were telling the truth. He likes me. He was serious about what he said. “What about your job? Aren’t you scared? You know what happened to Professor Sybill before, right? It was because of me,” I asked, because the fear gradually grew in me when I remembered what happened before he came into my life.Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

He caressed my cheeks and answered me with a smile. “You just have to say yes; I’ll take care of everything.”

I bit my lip because I was holding back a word that might hurt him, but it finally came out. “No.” I stood up and followed him with my gaze. “No, Ismael. What are you thinking?” My eyebrows met when I asked him. I am full of worry.

“Why?” He also stood up, so I looked up at him. “Don’t you like me too?”

“I like you too! I like you too, Ismael!” My hands are now shaking. This is because of the overwhelming feelings I have inside. I already have my own feelings for him that are also very strong, even more so because of what he says. I don’t know where to put them. I just want to cry. “That’s why I got jealous and angry because I want you too! But dating is not for us in the meantime, Ismael.”

“Why not?” He held my hand. “Aren’t you convinced that I have these feelings towards you? I want to prove to you what I feel.” He put my hand on his chest. I heard its strong beat, like mine.

“I am convinced, Ismael. I am! And I believe every word you say, every action you take for me, but aren’t you scared? Because I’m starting to be scared. I don’t want you to experience the same thing as Professor Sybill. He was dismissed because of me. I don’t want to see you punished because of me,” I explained with emphasis.

“We can keep it a secret.”

I bit my lower lip and couldn’t stop crying. That’s what I said before to Professor Sybill. I was so desperate to be in a relationship with him, and now I can see myself in Ismael. It hurts me deeply to see him like this. I felt sorry for his look, as if he were begging for a chance for me. He can buy anything he wants. How come this guy begs for me? He lowers his ego for me. He was so hard-hearted toward me before. I don’t want him to stoop low just to ask for my heart. Am I really so hard to love?

I shook my head and caressed his face. “But Ismael, you don’t deserve to be loved secretly. If I agree, I want to date you freely because I know to myself that I’m starting to love you too.”

I witnessed the drop of tears from his eyes. I never thought someone who’s very wealthy and rich would cry for me or even beg for my yes. I know that I have a bad attitude, so I don’t know if I did something right or good to experience this from him. I am wondering if I deserve this. Do I deserve to be happy?

Of all my shits in life, misery, and unfortunates, he came here to me as if he were a reward for my long patience in waiting for the table to turn. And it fucking kills me because it makes me feel alive now.

“Then, what’s stopping you? What’s wrong with dating me?” he asked, touching my hands.

“Because you deserve all the love you wanted. I want to give it to you, but how can I give it when we will be in secret? Can we just wait?”

“I don’t want to wait. You’re here now; why would I wait?” He is like a convincing child, as if he will die if he doesn’t get what he wants.

“I don’t have much to offer, Ismael,” I stated, trying to change his mind.

“I am not even asking anything from you. Just this.”

I watched his eyes. “Just this?”

He nodded. “And endure. Then, we will be fine. We will be fine,” he mouthed before embracing me. I couldn’t believe there was a professor I could fall in love with. And even I fell for my own bait. I was trying my best to disagree with his offer, but here I am, in his arms, which I can never let go of. “I promised.” He kissed my hair and my ear, which sent me shivers down my spine. I closed my eyes as I felt the peace I was longing for. I can only find it here in between his arms.

I was sniffing his scent when he noticed it and teased me. “Are you trying to start something?” he whispered.

“I am just thankful. I can’t help but adore you, Ismael. You make me feel like you are so happy that I was born in this life,” I whispered.

“I am.” I couldn’t resist breaking away from his embrace to give him a warm kiss. The talk he probably wanted to have was to clear things up between us, when all I anticipated was this. I should be the one to be asked if what I like about him is just pleasure. A part of it is true. Even if I try to deny it, my body screams for his service-the pleasure that only he can give.

“Jump,” he whispered as his hands moved down my thighs. I chose to follow him, even though I didn’t know what he meant. But when I jumped, he immediately wrapped my hips around his waist. He carried me into the bed, where I had slept earlier.

He just kept kissing me until my head lay on the soft pillows. His hands are fixing my hair, because it goes on my face. But he doesn’t seem annoyed, and it’s only natural for him to be bothered a little. He really has a lot of patience with me. I feel so lucky.

He took off my clothes without a word. He did the same. I noticed his serious face while he kissed every corner of my body. He didn’t really speak and just looked deeply into my eyes. Is he thinking? Does he want to withdraw his offer from me?

I flinched when his lips hit my wet gem. I feel the softness of his tongue and lips. He is doing it slowly, gently, and with affection. He is doing it right. He romanced me for a while because he noticed that maybe he could enter me.

He positioned himself; he even tapped my wet private using his thing, and there, I felt the sudden teleportation of me to paradise-to heaven.

My bridge started to collapse, and in a moment, I heard the fireworks explode. I feel the tremor inside my flesh-a tremor of pleasure. I just held his hand on my chest.

After some thrusts, he reached out for my lips again to kiss me. My forehead is creased. I am distracted by the thought of his silence. He usually teases me. Did he not like what we did?

He let go of my lips and stared into my eyes. His eyes glimmer with satisfaction. Was he really just into it? That’s why he’s not talking? “I know you’re tired, so I took it easy. You should be resting.” He lay down next to me and offered his arm for me to lie on. Right, I was the one who initiated this. I was the one who kissed him first.

“I just let you,” he commented. Yes, this is him. A teaser.

I laughed. “Thank you for doing it for me,” I said as I gave him another smooch.

“It’s my pleasure, my lady.” He arranged the blanket for both of us. He kissed my hair and slightly caressed my shoulder. In an instant, I fell asleep again.