Melanie pulled her glasses off before she swiped at the tears that continued to fall from the sweet words Noah had written for her. When she heard a knock at her door, Melanie jumped. Quickly, she wiped her tears away as the door opened, and to her surprise, Noah was right there in front of her. Melanie popped up from her seat.
"Why are you here?" she asked, staring at him in shock. The semester was over. There was no reason he should be visiting her after the exam. And besides, it was late, and the sky was dark. There weren't many staff left in the building, and soon she would be leaving.
"You couldn't have thought I was going to let you go that easily," Noah said, closing the door behind himself. The sound of the lock turning made her heart flutter in her chest.
Melanie's eyes were wide, watching every step Noah took until he stood in front of her.
"I see you've read the answer to my bonus question. How did I do?" He swiped one of the tears still left on her cheek, gently cupping her face in his hands. Melanie found her eyes watering against her will, overcome with emotion. No one had ever looked at her the way Noah did like she was precious as a newfound jewel.
"Melanie, the reason I can't let you go so easily is that I adore you," he confessed to her. "I'm certain of my feelings for you. I'm serious about my feelings for you, and I want us to be together. I want you to give us a try. I won't give up on that unless you don't feel the same."
Melanie swallowed thickly, knowing that what she said next would determine where their relationship would go. She could continue to lie to herself, holding onto her heart, or she could give herself to the boy in front of her who wanted her just as much as she wanted him.
"I want to be with you, too," she admitted. Noah smiled before he kissed her gently. Unlike those kisses before that were filled with desperation, this kiss held a tenderness to it that made her knees weak. Melanie's mind was so foggy that she didn't care that they weren't in the privacy of her apartment, but in her office where they could be seen. But she didn't care about any of that right now. She allowed herself to drown in this kiss, kissing him back with just as much desire, if not more. She wanted him to know that she truly meant what she said.
Noah pulled back and said, "You're not my professor anymore."
"No, I'm not," Melanie said and decided not to ruin the good mood by stating the obvious. It really didn't matter if she wasn't his professor anymore because she had been. It was the only thing that would matter to others. But right now, all that mattered to her was Noah and how close he was to her, so incredibly close that he could kiss her again.
"You got an A, by the way. You only missed one problem," she told him.
Noah grinned as his lips grazed her cheek, pressing himself closer to her if that was even possible.
"I studied really fucking hard. I wanted to make you proud."
"I was worried," Melanie pouted, hitting his arm lightly. "When you weren't coming to tutoring anymore, I was scared you might fail."
Noah grinned. "I had to show you what you were missing out on."
Melanie shook her head, but she couldn't help but smile. "You're so arrogant, Noah."
At one point, it had been one of the many characteristics that she didn't like about him, but now it was one of the things she loved.
"Am I?" Noah asked as he grabbed her, backing her up against the wall behind her desk. His hands rubbed up and down the length of her body.
"We're in my office," Melanie reminded Noah just in case he had forgotten, though a big part of her loved the way he was touching her, and she desperately wanted to go back to her apartment so he could feel more of her.
"Yeah, I know," Noah said as he began to pepper tiny kisses on her neck that thrilled her.
"Live a little," he whispered against her neck before he kissed her again. No gentleness this time, and Melanie didn't mind it at all. He kissed her deeply, tasting all of her, stroking his tongue against hers. She moaned, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer.
Noah's hands went under her blouse, caressing her waist teasingly before they slid up, cupping her breast. Melanie gasped against his lips when he started to pinch the buds of her nipples underneath her bra. She moaned in his mouth.
Noah seemed to thrive off the sounds that he elicited from her as his hands moved from her breast behind her back to unclasp her bra. The moment it let loose, he brought his hands back and touched her breasts again, this time, no barrier between them. Melanie was incredibly turned on, feeling Noah's somewhat cold hands, warming her body up as he rolled her nipples between his fingers.
Noah removed his hands from her breasts, and Melanie whimpered from the loss. His hands rested near the top of her shirt, hovering over her buttoned blouse as his blue eyes, lust-filled, looked at her with hesitance. Melanie knew this was stupid. She could hold off, and that forty-minute drive usually wasn't long. But with the way she felt right now that forty-minute drive would be double the time, and she didn't know if she would be able to stand it any longer before they would have to pull over and have sex in his truck. Melanie couldn't wait. She wanted Noah and had denied herself of him long enough. She would deny herself no longer.
Melanie unbuttoned her shirt before taking off her bra, tossing it on the floor. Noah's eyes roved over her half-naked body, sending goosebumps over her skin. Suddenly, he dove down and licked a nipple into his mouth. Melanie shivered at the feel of his wet tongue swirling around her hard nipple before he moved onto the next one, using to his hand to tease the other he had left behind. Melanie tried to control her moans as she bit her lip, tugging on Noah's hair.
He pulled back, removing his shirt, revealing his six-pack that she had seen once before, but couldn't touch. But now, all of that was different. Melanie touched his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath her fingertips. Noah smirked, noticing her admiration as he pulled down his joggers and then his briefs. It was then that Melanie realized she had more to admire than his six-pack. No wonder Noah was so arrogant. He was blessed, and she felt her mouth water with the desire to taste him.
Melanie didn't have long to admire his length more before Noah pulled her to him, her breast pressed against his rock hard chest as he kissed her again while helping her tug off her own pants, leaving her only in her underwear. Melanie cursed that she didn't realize this was going to happen because she definitely would have tried to dress in something much sexier for the occasion. They weren't grandma panties, but they definitely weren't thongs. But Noah didn't seem to care much about what type of underwear she was wearing because he immediately pulled them off, leaving her nude and bare.
Noah looked at her naked body, and Melanie shivered under his gaze, shyly and unsure of herself. Her tummy was flat enough, but there were a few stretch marks here and there from the times she had eaten a little too much. She burned off the weight off eventually, but she still had the war scars to bare. Her body wasn't perfect, but Noah seemed to think otherwise as he looked at her as though she was something to eat.
He brought his hand to her private area and touched there, feeling her folds and Melanie couldn't hold onto her moans if she tried. He pulled back and looked at her wetness glistening on his hand. She was definitely more than wet for him, and Noah appreciated it as he licked her wetness off of his fingers, leaving Melanie breathless before he grabbed her, hoisting her up on his waist.
"Noah," she started, wanting to ask him what he was doing before he slowly brought her down on his thick, hard dick. Melanie gasped as her body adjusted to the intrusion before he slid all the way in to the hilt.
