Mr Malloy: A BWWM Teacher-Student Romance (8 page)

Staring at him in shock, Amara's face gradually softened into a wide, happy grin. "Do you mean it, Matthieu? You are not angry with me?"

He sighed. "I was angry with you yesterday because it is a long trip and I was tired and frustrated with you for making me come such a long distance to bring you back with me. The pressure from my family is just as great as the pressures from yours, Amara," he told her. "I came here to please them and because I know that you are a beautiful woman, and I would like to have had you as my wife. Now I can see that I am no man at all if I bow down to my parents while my fiancée stands up to hers. I will find a woman of my own choosing who will be satisfied to be my wife and raise our children. I hope that you find what satisfies you, Amara."

Matthieu leaned forward and kissed Amara on the cheek in goodbye. He stood up and threw her one last, admiring look before walking away forever. When he was gone, Amara let out a long sigh of relief and smiled with joy at the realization her conversation with him had brought her.

Jason loved her and she loved him.

She had been crazy to think for even a moment that there was anything in South Africa that would compare to feeling loved by a good man and being true to herself. As for her mother and father, well, they would cope without her somehow, just as they had left Amara to cope alone. How could she be loyal to her parents and not be loyal to herself? Amara was about to jump up from the bench and race to find Jason when Mr. Davies appeared from behind her with a smug smirk on his face. He held up his notepad and tapped his pencil against the page meaningfully.

"A very interesting encounter, Mrs. Malloy." he announced. "A secret tryst with your South African lover. I know your plan. You marry an American to stay here to get your degree and when it is done, you divorce him, take his money and set up home in South Africa with your lover from home. It is clear to me what your intentions are, Mrs. Malloy. I will make sure that the department is aware of them."

With that, Harold tucked his notepad into his pocket and walked away. Amara watched him go with terror coursing through her, knowing that that man and his notepad had the power to destroy her life. Eventually, she stood and with fear in her step, she went to wait for Jason in his office.

Chapter6

Waiting in Jason's office, Amara couldn't help but look around and wonder how life could have changed so much from the very first time that she had stepped in here as a shy girl so pleased to have the full attention of a dedicated professor. It was within these four walls that the very same professor had become a dear friend, and in this room, that he had one day proposed to save her from a loveless marriage and an unfulfilling life.

Tears came to her eyes when she thought of how fortunate she had been to be the only girl who had raised her hand. All her life she had been searching for something to help her escape from a life that didn't fit and when Jason had proposed to her, she had thought she had found that better life in the promise of an education and a life in America. However, now she had come to understand that Jason was her better life.

His kindness, understanding, respect and love for her made life worth living and what made her dreams come to life every day. So many things had gotten in the way of her realizing that she had loved him all this time. All of the drama and fear surrounding her circumstances had masked the fact that it had been so easy to pretend to have feelings for him because the feelings were truly there and they ran deep.

The agents would struggle to believe that anyone could fall in love in just six weeks and Amara would once have struggled to believe it too, but knowing now what she knew and looking back over all the hundreds of ways that Jason had comforted, supported, challenged and encouraged her, she knew that such love was possible.

It wasn't about how quickly one falls in love, but how deeply, and Amara knew instinctively that there was no return from the kind of love that she held for him now. Degree or no, visa or no, Amara knew that the words she had once spoken in a lie to an agent were now truth: wherever she ended up in the world, she wanted to be Jason's wife.

When Jason arrived at his office at last, he found his wife waiting for him with tears in her eyes. With one look at her face, he knew that they would need some privacy. He turned and locked the door behind him, and then walked over to her, his stomach sinking as he did.

At first, he was afraid that she was crying because she was afraid to tell him that she had changed her mind and was leaving him and going back to South Africa with Matthieu. The thought caused a great sorrow to stir up in him and he had never felt anything as deeply as he felt the ache at the thought of losing her. He stepped closer to her, even as the tears welled in his own eyes at the idea of Amara no longer being in his life and he waited for her to speak.

In his eyes, Amara was a woman like no other. She lived life understanding that it was precious and she was idealistic and innocent, but she didn't let her idealism or her innocence detract from her strength and determination. She was all that was good in the world, but more than that, she was the first girl who had ever had Jason hanging onto every world. She was the first girl to have taken his breath away with a glance from her innocent eyes, and she was the first woman he had ever really felt physical love with. She was able to comfort him and challenge him and surprise him and make him do crazy things out of a love for her that he had been holding onto with false hopes. She spoke at last.

"Jason, I'm sorry," she said.

Jason's world came crashing down. Amara was gone. She was leaving him. She had chosen tradition and loyalty and home over him and although he could understand her choice, it broke him all the same. He lowered his head to hide his rising tears.

"I'm sorry that I ever gave a second's thought to Matthieu, or my family or that culture which wanted to repress me." she stated passionately. "I'm sorry that I let you think I was pretending to love you when I have truly fallen in love with you. I'm sorry that I wasted precious moments between us by acting like they were lies when they are the truest, most beautiful memories I possess. It was here that you proposed to me, Jason, and it is here that I want to tell you that I love you and I don't care anymore if that's inconvenient or inappropriate or something scary, because it's true and through all we've been trying to create a life where I am free to follow my own path.

You once told me that you didn't feel you were a man if you could preach principles and not live them and now I feel the same. I can't talk of freedom to live and love and yet hold back on the greatest love of my life because I'm afraid. I love you, Jason. I want to stay here with you and not because my future's in a visa, but because my future is with you."

Amara finished her speech slightly breathless and terrified that he would reject her, or gently tell her that he was just a dedicated professor doing what he could for a student or turn her down in some different, but equally devastating way. Instead, he stepped forward and took her by the shoulders so that he could kiss her with all the repressed passion and intimacy that should have passed between them a hundred times but had been restrained until now.

He shook his head, breathing a sigh of relief. "I was so worried... so scared. I thought you were going to tell me that you were leaving to go back to South Africa with him. I thought I was watching my whole world come to an end," he paused and lifted his hand to her cheek, stroking his finger over her silky skin, "and you are my whole world, Amara, you have become everything to me. I love you with all of my heart." His eyes were filled with tears, his heart was filled with relief and love, and his lips were filled with passion when he pulled her to him and kissed her firmly.

She melted into his kiss in a breathless, wondrous way and all of the intense desire that they had withheld from each other was suddenly unleashed. His hands grasped her around her waist, holding her against him as he invaded her mouth with his tongue, drawing white hot flames from her belly all throughout her body and making her moan until there was no breath in them that was not shared and there was no depth of kiss that they had not discovered.

His hands moved over the fabric that hugged the curves of her body, his fingers exploring and squeezing her as their kisses deepened. Amara felt his arousal as he moved it against her, pressing himself to her as she leaned against his desk. The feel of his hard body against hers made her remember every delicious moment of her first night with him; her first night of love ever, and she knew what was about to happen between them, or at least, she thought she did.

She was wearing a soft yellow sundress with a sweetheart neckline that buttoned down the front and then flared out at the waist in a full skirt to her knee. His mouth moved desperately over hers, kissing her with intensity as his fingers moved to the buttons on her dress, and one by one, they were pulled loose and the material was shoved away from her body.

"You want me?!" she gasped, opening her eyes and looking around his office in surprise, "Here?!"

His heavily lidded eyes looked into her wide eyes for a lingering moment, his look smoldering with visceral need. "I want you. All of you. Right here, right now."

With that, he opened the front of her bra and moaned at the sight of her full rounded breasts and dark hardened nipples straining for his touch and his mouth. He closed his lips around them in turn, as his hands gripped her waist.

At first, he moved the tip of his tongue over them, flicking it at them and teasing her, making her draw in her breath, but then he closed his mouth over them, sucking hard at them and eliciting sighs from her as she slid her fingers through his blonde curls and held fast to his head as he kissed her breasts. She kept her fingers tangled in his hair and he fell to his knees, yanking her panties off her and burying his face in between her legs. He sucked and tasted and bit gently at her, his mouth ravenous over her, his tongue delving into her deeply as his hands clenched at her hips.

She held fast to her grip in his hair and let her own head fall back as she cried out in a body shaking orgasm. Then moments later, his teeth moving over her inner thighs and her moist core in biting kisses, he made her come again, and she writhed in pleasure, her hands leaving his hair and grabbing onto the edge of his desk as she surrendered to him and shuddering in bliss, melted into his mouth.

Looking wild with need, he worked his mouth slowly back up the front of her body, kissing, sucking, and biting at every inch of skin he could reach, lingering on her nipples as he held her tightly, but then he could no longer take it. He turned her around on the spot and dropped his pants to his ankles. He pushed her skirt up over her hips and bending her slightly over his desk, he eased his erection into her carefully and agonizingly slow, moving subtly in her until she was comfortable with his size in her.

Then he began to sway faster as he let go of her waist and reached to the front of her to grasp her breasts and knead them in his hands, pinching at her nipples, and he rocked faster and harder into her, filling all of her with each thrust and giving her a powerhouse of ecstasy that she could never have imagined.

She moaned and cried out as he drove his hardness into her body over and over, and pleasure shot through every part of her body. She felt as if she were riding waves of orgasms that would come hard at her and then ebb away, only to return again with more force, making her lose her breath and believe that she could feel no greater pleasure, until he too cried out and filled her with his own orgasm.

Their bodies began to slow, as their pace fell by halves, and she was able to open her eyes again, feeling as if she had been on a wild love roller coaster. He pulled her against him and kissed her neck softly, moving his lips gently over her skin until he reached her ear.

Her heart was pounding against her chest and she tried to steady herself as her breathing slowed.

"Are you alright?" he whispered in her ear, his hands moving all over her torso slowly, as he rubbed her body to calm her. He could feel her heart racing beneath his hands.

She took a deep breath. "I... I've never—“ she breathed out heavily.

He chuckled. "I know. It's just because I've wanted you all this time and I've held myself back from touching you," he was still whispering in her ear as he rubbed her body with his warm hands.  "I held back from kissing you, from tasting you, and all that time, I have never wanted anyone more than I wanted you, and it built up to this. I didn't hurt you, did I?" he asked as he withdrew his softening erection from her.

She shook her head and closed her eyes as he turned her around to face him. "No..." she whispered back to him with a wide smile. "That was incredible." she felt totally spent, but he pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants, and then slid her dress off and she opened her eyes and stared at him in wonder.

"We just made love... what are you up to now?" she asked as a smile spread over her face.

He looked at her with hungry eyes and shook his head. "No, my beautiful girl, we didn't make love. We had incredible sex to ease the tension between us, but I'm not through with you yet. I fully intend on making love with you in just a few more minutes, and that is going to last a long, long time."

He leaned his nude body against hers and they closed their eyes and kissed each other softly, enjoying the feel of being against one another that way. It was comforting and arousing all at once. Jason ran his hands over her with the softest touch, caressing her and giving her shivers of pleasure before walking over to the sofa in his office and spreading a soft blanket on it.

He laid her down as he had the first night they were together, their wedding night, and he lowered himself onto her, touching her softly and sweetly, making her giggle and moan in pleasure. And as he had assured her earlier, he grew desirous of her again, and as she felt his rock solid erection pressing on her, she looked up into his light eyes with a  questioning gaze.

"Now we're going to make love." he said with a smile, and he spent the rest of the afternoon doing just that with her, expressing everything that was honest and true and alive between them.