Teresa Mummert - Honor and Betray

E mma clung to my hand as if hanging on for dear life, but I felt as though she was slipping out of my grasp. Her feelings were the one thing I couldn’t control, and it was driving me mad.

“Marry me,” I repeated, trying to keep my voice from shaking. It killed me that she was hesitating, that she had any doubts about her feelings for me. She was the one thing in life that I was sure about.

“What if…what if someone found out? You could lose your job.” She was scared. I had scared her. If I lost her now, I don’t know what I would do with myself. I raised my hand slowly and brushed the back of my fingers over her soft cheek. Her eyes fell closed with my touch. She was just as addicted to our connection as I was.

“I don’t care about any of that anymore. I don’t care about anything else. But even if I did, you’re not my student anymore. When I almost lost you, I realized what was important to me. I don’t want you to ever leave my side again.” Even saying the words—mentioning the idea of being without her—cut me open inside. I pressed my lips against hers, drowning in the soft warmth of her innocence.

“I can’t ask you to do that.” She placed her small hand on my chest, and my muscles tensed. She was telling me no.

“You didn’t ask.” I tried to force the anger from my voice, but I knew she had heard it, as her eyes narrowed slightly.

“I’m not saying no,” she said softly as her gaze fell from mine. My heart felt like it had seized in my chest. Emma was the one person I had let in. The one I would die for…kill for. She had become the center of my universe, and now my world was going dark.

I took a step back, unsure of how to handle the rejection. She placed her hands on either side of my face, and her beautiful eyes locked on to mine.

“I want to marry you. I just need some time. Take things slow.” She smiled, but it did not reach her eyes. I wrapped my hands around hers and gave them a reassuring squeeze. She wasn’t running. Not yet. I still had a chance to convince her that she belonged here with me.

“That’s all I want.” I wrapped my arms around her waist, needing to feel the heat of her body against mine. Her arms slid around my neck, and she pressed her cheek against my chest. We had gone through too much to let this slip away now. I had all but destroyed everything that stood between us; all that was left was for Emma to believe the lie. Believe that I was the one who would save her. In reality, she had kept me from falling over the edge of sanity that I precariously balanced on each and every day. She had become my entire world, and for once I had something to live for, someone to watch after and keep safe. I couldn’t self-destruct knowing I would leave her behind to deal with the wake of my rage. The world was no longer balanced. Good things should happen to good people, but here I was, the epitome of evil, and somehow Emma had managed to see the good in me. I wasn’t sure if it was all an illusion or if there truly was something decent and pure left inside of me.

I pressed my lips softly against hers, forcing myself to go slow and not take her the way I craved. I needed to show her that I was worth the risk, that I wouldn’t hurt her if she would just trust me. I lingered just far enough away that our mouths were no longer touching, but her sweet breath mingled with mine. I could feel her chest pushing harder against mine as her breathing picked up. The air around us turned thicker, and I could see the lust in her eyes. Her nails inched up my neck into my hair. I slid my hand into hers, fisting it and tugging back gently.

“Never leave me, Emma.” It wasn’t just a request. It was a warning. I would lose myself if I lost her now. I was in too deep.

“Never.”

I couldn’t resist my urges any longer. I claimed her mouth with mine. My tongue swept over her plump lower lip, and she let them part, inviting me in. I traced her spine with the fingertips of my free hand, gripping her ass. She let out a quiet moan into my mouth, causing me to go rock hard as I pressed against her. My fingers trailed lower, gripping under her knee and raising her leg so I fit perfectly in between her thighs. The worry and doubt all fell away in that moment. Emma was mine, regardless if she admitted it or not. She gave herself willingly to me to take her however I wanted.

Her hands slid down my chest, and she gripped onto my belt, fumbling to remove it. I pushed my body harder against her, and she gasped.

“I want you,” she moaned as her fingertips lingered at the top of my jeans. Her words brought out the animal inside of me. I shoved her back onto the couch and began to quickly unbutton my shirt. Her hand slid down the inside of her thigh, and I narrowed my eyes as I threw my shirt to the ground.

“Take your clothes off.” I undid my belt and slid off my jeans as my eyes took in every inch of her beautiful body. Her teeth dug into her plump lower lip as she pulled her shirt over her head. My eyes danced over her perfect tits. I clenched my jaw as I struggled not to rip the rest of the clothes from her body. She slid off her shorts and underwear, her hand resting on her lower stomach.

“Show me how badly you want me.”

She did not hesitate at the command, and her fingers trailed down over her smooth slit. I grabbed my cock tightly in my hand and began to stroke myself in time with her fingers. She let out a low, ragged breath.

“You are so beautiful.”

She pushed her middle finger inside of herself, her back arching off the couch and pushing her perfect tits in the air.

“Oh, god.” She moaned, as I slowly lowered my body on top of hers, keeping our eyes locked.

“Don’t stop.” I pushed the head of my cock against her wet pussy, sliding over her finger and across her clit. She removed her finger and pressed her palm against her mound, waiting for me to take her. I pressed against her tight hole, slipping my head inside of her. I had to close my eyes for a moment to keep from taking her fast and hard. There was a lesson to learn, and if I wanted to make my point, I needed to maintain control. Her muscles clenched around me, begging me to finish what I had started. I placed my fingers on top of hers and moved them in a slow and steady circle over her clit. Her hips bucked and pushed down against my dick, trying desperately to get herself off.

“Does that feel good?” The corner of my mouth pulled up into a smirk as her lips parted while she gave a quick nod. I pushed a little deeper, and she whimpered, her hips lifting from the couch. “That is enough of that.” I grabbed her wrists and pinned her arms above her head as I pulled out of her completely. I gripped both of her wrists in one hand and dragged the pads of my fingers over her slit. Her body writhed beneath me.

“William, please.” She struggled against my grip on her, and it only made my dick grow harder. I couldn’t help myself. I shoved a finger inside of her. She was dripping wet and shuddered as she nearly came. “Please,” she moaned, her hot breath blowing over my face as I inched closer. I slid a second finger inside of her and bent them slightly. Her jaw went slack as she began to ride my hand. He legs fell open wider, giving me a clear view of me finger-fucking her. She was fucking beautiful. I knew she was on the edge, and I loved watching her lose all of her inhibitions. I pressed my thumb against her clit. Her eyes fell closed, and she turned her head into the pillow.

I leaned close, running my nose along her cheek. The salty smell of her sweat and sex was making it nearly impossible for me to stop.