My love is like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June :
My love is like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

A Red, Red Rose
By: Robert Burns

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Warning Explicit Language and Scenes 18+

Sinclair

All her instinct were telling her to run from him. From Nicholas. He was her professor and if the school administration found out... Wait.

What would they find out? They were not even dating. He had not asked her out. And even if he did, she would say no. She didn't want to embarrass him.

Though there were those not so innocent touches, holding her hands, embracing her to give her comfort, bussing her cheek and forehead, he always acted like a gentleman. Maybe this was how he acted with his lady friends?

He must have lots of them, her mood turned sour. She hated imagining it but he was not hers, to begin with.

After his friend fitted the earpiece and made necessary adjustments on her new medical aid, Nicholas had insisted on coming home with her despite her vehement protests.

He drove thru McDonald's -- she was surprised he knew where it was-- to pick up some dinner, the usually greasy, fatty goodness for unis and now she was about to allow someone to enter her humble abode for the first time.

There was nothing to be ashamed of. Although she lived in the poorest part of Rose Hill, her house was clean and it smelt of vanilla and roses. Her two favorite scents.

"Please come in, sir." Sinclair invited shyly, nervous as hell. She hoped he won't be staying long.

Closing and locking the door for her, he walked directly to the kitchen to set their bags of food. And it was a lot. He must have ordered the whole McDonald's menu. Which was fine. She was really starving. But she was too anxious to eat.

She panicked when she watched him walk back to her, he didn't stop until he had his arms wrapped around her tiny waist. Her hands went to his broad chest to find purchase. She hadn't realized how much she had readily accepted his touch until she was wrapped in his arms once again. -This is crazy!-

God! She could feel his heartbeat. He was also warm in her cold living room.

He looked down at her incredulous expression. She shouldn't be allowing this. Yet she couldn't move out of his arms. She liked it too much.

"You should call me by my first name when we are not in the classroom, sweet. This is the last time I am reminding you." Those warm eyes of his were gleaming. She shivered. Her eyes on his lips, reading him out of habit.

"I...ah...Nicholas," any protest from her was futile. God! Could he be her first kiss?

-Shit! Where did that come from?-

"Good, girl, " He whispered. His voice was deep and wanting. Looking down at her, he cupped her chin with one hand, his thumb cruising her lower lip. She held her breath.

Leaning down to settle his soft lips on hers, he tightened his hold, pulling her closer. A brush of lips. Her arms hugged him and she surrounded his neck. He obliged and his hands moved to her lower back pulling her up.

With a sigh of wanting, their mouths angled and they kissed tenderly for the first time. Sinclair didn't know what to do. All she did was follow his lead. Lips brushing, teeth nipping but when he parted her lips with his hot appendage, she gasped and pulled away.

Breathing hard, as if she ran for miles, she watched him and waited for his next move.

She wanted more. It's just that she was unsure. He was a grown man in his late twenties and he must have a lot of experience with this type of thing. She was a novice. There was no deluding herself on that point.

There must be something in her eyes only he could read because he cursed under his breath in a foreign language. "Fuck! I don't think I can wait much longer, my sweet. I have wanted you since the first time I saw you. But for you, I will." He almost growled. His voice was rough.

"Okay," she croaked, faring no better. He smirked. This was embarrassing but she had to know. She lifted her chin to ask him. "Do you...want me...for the...night?"

It was hard to look at him after asking a loaded question. How could he want her when she was like this?

His whole body stiffened at her query, he held her tighter, molding her smaller and softer frame on his hard body. She gulped. She could feel his arousal.

"Not just for one night. Every night and every day. When you are ready, I will bury my cock so deep inside you again and again and fill you with my seed. That's a promise, Sin." God! He doesn't mince words. She squirmed. Her thighs tightened, imagining it. He swore, his dick was pulsing in between them.

"Nicholas, I haven't..."

"I know, that's why I will be patient. There are so many things we can do before then." His face nuzzled down to her neck. Inhaling her scent deeply. Her body arched. Seeking more. Oh, God!

"But...what about your other...," Did he have a girlfriend somewhere?

"I haven't had sex with anyone since I met you, Sinclair. Even way before that. I've had blue balls almost all the time. My only relief is to jack off with the thoughts of being inside your pussy." She tried to suppress her whimper at the feel of his lips on her neck and collarbone. Her fingers threaded on his hair. How did they come to this?

"Don't say that..." She uttered helplessly.

"Why, Sin?" He looked down at her glazed eyes.

"You make me want you even more," she confessed with tears in her eyes. Her obsession with him would only create pain for her but how could she stop?

His face hardened at her confession and his dark eyes filled with lust.