Look At Me

Look At Me
The professor's mouth was hot against hers, it was a start contrast to the cold rain pouring outside. Yaren’s world had narrowed instantly to the crushing pressure of his lips and the demanding thrust of his tongue. Her mind was overwhelmed by the tension and shock, it could hardly register the physical reality.

Sh couldn't believe this was actually happening, she couldn't believe that the professor was kissing her. But it felt nothing like the silly peck she'd had in high school, it felt like she was being claimed, like he was branding her as his and taking all of her.

His fingers were tangled in her hair to hold her head in place. He kissed her like he was drowning and gasping for air, like he was patched and needed to drink her in to survive.

Yaren's heart pounded heavily and erratically against her chest, a terrifying heat flared in her body, one which started deep in her core and spread everywhere. Her skin felt too hot, and her breaths were too shallow, she was agonizingly hot, it almost felt like she was burning from the inside out.

Her body had never been touched like this before, she'd never been held with such hungry intent. The whole thing was a lot to take in, but yet it made her clench her thighs to apply some pressure to the aching area in between; she'd never been more aware of it than she was at the moment, it was throbbing and screaming for something she didn't even understand.

She was all wet and slick down there, and the thin fabric of her panties could only do little to absorb the wetness. She couldn't understand what was happening to her or why her body was suddenly having a mind of its own.

She was totally breathless now and she was almost gasping against his relentless lips, her body was trembling was the intensity of everything and also the lack of air. And when he finally broke the kiss, it was with a sharp, ragged pull. He didn't back away though, Their faces remained inches apart and his fingers remained locked in her hair like he wasn't ready to let her go just yet.

His eyes were dark now, dark and blazing, she'd never seen them like this before.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" he asked, his voice was low and deeper than it'd ever sounded.

The accusation in his tone had her shaking her head immediately. She was still crying quietly, and more tears wet her already flushed cheeks.

Had she wanted this? Yes, she'd had a crush on him and she'd been infatuated with him. But had she wanted this all along? He made it sound like she'd been planning and scheming and all, and it truly wasn't the case, but she couldn't even bring herself to speak.

"Isn't it?" he repeated, his grip tightened in her hair but not enough to hurt, just enough to make her aware of how serious was.

She tried shaking her head once more but his grip stopped her so she forced herself to speak.

"No." She cried almost frantically. She didn't want him to think of her that way, she didn't want him thinking she had been trying to seduce him or something.

But he didn't look convinced. He released her head only to grasp her waist and dragging her over the console till she was straddling him. The forceful shift pressed the middle of her soaked panties against his hardness and she gasped from the jolt of pleasure that stabbed at the pit of her stomach.

His mouth found hers again, the kiss was deeper and hungrier. His hands were restless, they roamed with a feverish intensity; they massaged the small of her waist then moved down to squeeze her bare thighs. The touch was so possessive it had Yaren getting wetter, it had her squirming restlessly but he gripped her hip to keep her still.

It was all too much; the pressure of his grip, the intensity of his kiss, the demanding ache in her core. She felt like she was losing her mind, like she woul implode soon. And she could do was moan and whimper into the kiss.

His hand pushed the hem of her dress higher and it dangerously neared her drenched volatile middle, he was going to find out, he was going to kmow that she was soaked from this. Her body trembled violently, she wanted to stop him but she couldn't, she could think straight and she seemed to ha e forgotten how to control her limbs.

And just as his hand went under the hem of her dress, he stopped. It was so sudden it had Yaren whimpering. He pried his lips from her and then released his hold on her before pushing her back over the console so she returned to her seat.

The sudden absence of his touch was a violent shock to her system, it had her drenched middle aching so much that she had to clench her thighs once more. She brought her hands up to cover her face as her tears gave way to body-shaking sobs.

She was confused and turned on, she was scared of what she was feeling right now, she was scared of how wrong this was.

The professor pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. He took a few measured breaths as he tried to regain control, as he tried to grasp logic desperately.

He could hear her sobbing, and the fact that she couldn't even bring herself to stifle the sounds made him aware of how much distress she was in. He looked at her, he set aside all the assumptions he'd made and truly looked at her; she was crumpled in her seat, her face was hidden behind her hands, and her body was shaking uncontrollably.

The anger he'd felt towards her for supposedly seducing him faded and was replaced by understanding; this wasn't a girl who knew what she was doing or who had been playing games with him, this was a young girl who was genuinely shocked and confused in spite of being infatuated with him.

She had been unprepared for this.

He reached out immediately to comfort her but stopped himself because he wasn't sure how she'd react to his touch again or how his body would react to feeling her again.

"Yaren," he said after clearing his throat so his voice wouldn't sound so deep and intimidating anymore. "Look at me."

She slowly lowered her hands to reveal her flushed face; her eyes were puffy from all the crying and she looked almost frightened as she met his gaze.

He forced the question out though he already knew the answer. "Have you ever been intimate with anyone before?"

Her inexperience was written all over her and there was no way she'd react like this if this wasn't the first time she'd been touched the way he'd touched her.

She began lowering her head but he shook his head to stop her.

"Keep looking at me." He said, his tone was gentler now, or at least it was as gentle as it could be at the moment. "Answer me."

She shook her head slowly just as another stream of tears left her eyes. "No," she croaked.

He had just broken a fundamental boundary, he'd crossed a line because he'd been reckless and he'd let lust cloud his judgement.

He closed his eyes again, and he couldn't help but curse under his breath. Things had just spiralled out of control and he had no idea where to start from, he had no idea how to contain it and return everything to how they used to be.

What had he done?