The Affair With My Professor

Twenty Five

Y/n POV

"This is a bad idea." I whisper. Her fingers push my hair away from my face. "She's with her wife, her beds not empty so yours shouldn't be either."

I groan at the thought of her hands on my skin, just once won't hurt anyone.

Her lips hover over mine, my breathing increasing some. Her eyes glowing with lust, thickening the tension more and more by the second.

This is not about love it's about not wanting to feel the pain.

"Do it." I breath against her lips. Her hands wrap round my neck pulling me closer. Our lips meshing together, my body relaxes under her.

Our movements are fast and thoughtless, my hips rock against her instinctively trying to ease the pressure between my thighs.

Her hands fall from my neck to my ass pushing me closer to her. Then up the buttons of my shirt. Quickly working down the buttons until the shirt falls off my shoulders.

Her soft lips press against the sensitive skin on my neck, sucking and kissing. My head falls back as I let her work her way closer to my breasts.

"Natasha." I moan quietly. Her hands hook under my thighs lifting me as she stands up. Carrying me to my room.

Dropping me down on my bed, my body bouncing lightly against the mattress. Her body climbs on top of me, her leg positioned between mine.

Her dress riding up, bunching round her waist.

Her hair falling against my face as she kisses me. My hips grind against her leg whining for her to do something.

She pushed herself up from our position edging herself lower. Her hands unbutton my jeans pulling them down.

I watch her lips form a smirk at the sight of the lace underwear. Instantly my mind flashes through images of Wanda the last time we were together.

Natashas lips kiss above the band of the lace, her lean fingers hooking under the material. My fingers tangle in her hair as she pushes my thighs apart.

Thoughts of Wanda becoming louder and louder. Her naked body on mine, the way she'd tease me, the way she tasted.

Her perfume floating around me as if she was actually here. "Wait, wait, wait... stop." I pant.

She pulls away from me. "Hey, hey relax it's okay we don't have to if you don't want to." She says soothingly.

I stand from my bed going to my closet grabbing a t-shirt out and pulling it over my head.

"I'm sorry." I apologise.

"You don't have to be sorry, it's okay." She holds me.

She strokes my hair while tears roll down my cheeks. She sighs pulling away from me, she cups my cheeks using her thumbs to push away the tears.

She looks deep into my eyes "you... you really love her don't you." She whispers.

All I managed to do was nod "I shouldn't have asked you to kiss me, I'm sorry." She apologises

"It's okay, I did want to but then it felt w-wrong. Not that it was bad it-it's just even if she is with her wife and she's not my girlfriend it feels like-like I'm cheating." I stammer out.

"You've always been a good person, even now all heartbroken you still love her." She smiles.

"That kind of feeling doesn't just go away, I wish it would." I say honestly.

"If you love her and you really do, she might be worth fighting for. Even if she did hurt you and you think she chose her wife, maybe you should talk to her." She says and I can see the pain in her eyes as she tells me, the girl she likes, to pick someone else.