All Is Well That Ends Well

Lips, tongue, and teeth met again and again as they broke for air, before canoodling each other ravenously again. Grabbing the edge of her shirt, he pushed it up and over her head and upstretched arms, neither of them seeing where it landed. Breaking from the kiss, his eyes scanned lower, taking in her dazzling bosom, clad only in a deep red bra.

"Now let us see if you still match your panties to your bra," leered Marty, grabbing the zipper of her skirt. The instant it was loose it fell to her feet and he grinned wickedly. Betsy held still as his gaze blazed a path over her body.

Now dressed in her bra, panties, and heels Betsy looked up at his face. She gasped as she realized he was staring back. Suddenly, realization dawned on Betsy. She was standing practically naked, in Marty's office, in the middle of the day, where anyone could walk in; about to have sex with the man she had tried to deny her love for, for over two years. Marty recognized the panic on her face and instantly crushed his lips back to hers.

Betsy groaned, wanting to fight him, but his lips felt so good and he tasted so damn good. She was completely and utterly helpless.

"Tell me," he demanded once again as his lips scorched their way down her neck. Nipping and sucking at every pulse point and camber he could reach. Betsy whimpered, her hands clenching at her side. She still was trying to fight him and that pissed Marty off to no end.

Grabbing her panties he tore them from her body. Before she could process the action he spread her legs and ran two fingers over her folds. "Ahh." Betsy moaned softly, her head falling back against the wall.

"Tell me Dr. Westbrook. Tell me this doesn't feel good. Lie to me and tell me that you're not thoroughly soaked by what I'm doing to you. That you weren't turned on the instant you walked into my office. That the thought of what I'm going to do to you doesn't turn you on and make you horny as hell." With every word spoke his fingers continued to waltz across her folds, never penetrating or touching where she most needed, but keeping her on edge. "Tell me you don't love me and I'll leave you alone for good."

Betsy's eyes shot to his. She searching his eyes she saw lust, rage, and… was that love? Instantly she knew she was done for and couldn't lie. She could never lie around him, not since the first day she met him all those years ago in college.

Hands shooting out around his neck, she matched his gaze with equal determination. "I love you Marty. I love you so fucking much and I don't care anymore. I'm sick of running and of playing this game. Fuck me Marty, cause I'm yours from now on."

With her confession Marty felt a sudden pride swell up inside of him. Betsy Westbrook, Dean of Medicine, the woman of his dreams had just told him that she was his for the rest of their lives. Marty Isaacs was not a man of happiness, but damn him if he wasn't happy now.

His lips slammed to hers once again, before pushing her leg up around his waist. Betsy moaned as she felt his cock against her entrance. She hadn't noticed that he had pushed his jeans and boxers down and off, but was extremely aware of his hard shaft ready to enter her.

"Tell me again."

"I love you Marty."

"I love you too Betsy."

With those words Marty slid fully inside of her, both moaning in complete ecstasy, every thrust in and out, hard and fast, both clinging to each other.

Feeling her warm, slick walls clenching around his cock Marty knew this wasn't going to last long. Years of foreplay leading up to this.

His hand slithered down and stroked her clit, watching as she came unraveled. Her mouth agape, head back, and eyes closed, Betsy came moaning his name into his office.

Marty came watching her, her now contracting walls milking him of everything he had.

Both panting hard, they slid down the wall, Betsy resting in his lap. Her heels had fallen off somewhere during their romp and Betsy now pushed them out of the way.

"I do love you." Marty said after a moment. "I may be messed up, but I'm going to try and make this work if you'll let me."

Betsy cupped his face and kissed him softly. "Like I said Marty. I'm yours from now on whether you like it or not. I love you."

Marty kissed her again deeply. "I'm yours too."

Both smiled at one another. Marty would near admit it, but he was happy with her. For the first time in his miserable life he was happy and he was going to make this relationship work if it killed him.

"Marty! Marty! Open the door we have an emergency!"

Both Betsy and Marty looked at each other before sighing and rolling their eyes in amusement.