Crisis

Crisis
Her body had heated up, the heat of her skin contrasted sharply against the wet fabric of her blouse. Gabriel held her tightly, the Afghan was still wrapped around her but he could still feel the heat of her body. Her sobs were muffled in his shirt and her body continued to twitch and tremble, she was totally overwhelmed and he knew it.

But every primal instinct screamed at him; he wanted to fuck her so badly. She was overwhelmed, yes, but not because she felt abused, he knew that much. His fingers still smelled of her juices and he found it hard to think straight at the moment. She had been so wet and tight, he still vivudly remembered how her inner muscles had clamped tightly around his fingers right before she came.

And her ass looked so good when she was bent over like that, he had wanted nothing more than to further pull her panties aside and sink into her until his cock was completely buried inside her thrumming pussy.

He was painfully hard, his entire lower body was rigid and unbearable; his cock was leaking precum already. All he could think of was what it would feel like to be inside her, how her body would react to him filling her up completely, how she'd completely be at his mercy when he explored her body and taught her things she'd never forget.

But he forced the thought aside. He knew, with a certainty that it wasn't the right thing to do. She wasn't ready for that, her body, emotions and thoughts were conflicting and she couldn't help herself at the moment. She didn't need another reason to hate herself, she needed care and gentle reassurance.

He hated himself for letting things go so far, for causing her so much distress, but he was a monster; he'd suddenly turned selfish and greedy, he wanted her regardless of everything, he wanted her trust, her submission, and he wanted to protect her fiercely.

So, he tried to comfort her and shove his desires aside. He focused on the holding her and rubbing soothing circles on her back to calm her, he focused on forcing his breathing to slow, and willing the blood to retreat from his groin.
It was still raining outside and he could hear the sound of raindrops falling heavily against the windowsill, but all that seemed to fade and all he could hear was the erratic beating of her heart and the small whimpers leaving her. She sounded so broken, so confused, and a part of him wanted to simply take away everything thst bothered her, he wanted to return her to her comfort zone.

But he was very well aware that things wouldn't go back to how they were supposed to now; he’d crossed a line he couldn't come back from. There was no going back to simple lectures and distant respect, there was no absolute professionalism, there was only this, and they'd have to deal with it regardless of how uncomfortable it was.

He patiently waited until her sobs quieted, he felt her slump against him and he knew she was spent, totally exhausted from the orgasm, the crying, snd everything else.

"Yaren," he said, his voice was low, a d he tried to sound calm and gentle regardless of how raw he felt inside. "Look at me."

She lifted her head reluctantly, her eyes were red, wide, and still glistening with tears. His fingers slid underneath her chin and he nudged her head up gently so he could see her face clearly, he had to know the damage he’d done, had to know where they stood.

"Do you feel molested?" he asked, his tone was blunt, it was meant to shock her into answering honestly. "Do you want to have nothing to do with me again?"

Her eyes widened even more in what seemed to be shock and horror, the directness of the question seemed to unsettled her. She looked confused, her brows furrowed. He could see that she was having warring thoughts; her innocent sense of right and wrong was clashing with the reality of the pleasure she'd just experienced.

He didn't rush her though, he let her take her time, he let her think. It took her a moment, but then she shook her head slowly. She didn't feel molested and didn't want him gone. Whatever this was, she wanted it.

He tightened his arm around her. He was glad she didn't feel molested, but he wasn't so sure about how he felt about her wanting this to go on. Yes, he meant her no harm, but he knew this was wrong, and he knew he wasn't good for her. He was at least a decade older than her and she deserved to be with someone her age who could love her openly and outrightly.

But still....

"I want you," he stated. He needed her to know. "I have never done this before, not in this way, not with a student. But I want you, Yaren. And right now, I don't care about the rules."

She didn't respond. But her face said it all; he could see the disbelief in her eyes, the confusion, she was speechless. He watched her search his eyes for lies or deceit but he knew she'd only find sincerity and lust in his eyes at the moment.

He pulled her slightly forward, setting her on the edge of his lap. "You need to understand," he continued. "I've done everything just to scare you away, to ruin your fantasy and make you run. This is your last chance, you can leave now and this will never happen again. I swear I will never touch you again."

He was still thinking straight enough to give her the chance to leave, to back out of this once and for all.

Her gaze flickered to the dor briefly before returning to his, and the look she gave him told him she didn't want to leave, her eyes almost begged him to keep her around. She blinked and more tears went streaking down her flushed cheeks.

He couldn't stop himself now, he needed to taste her lips again, he needed to make her breathless again. He lowered his head and captured her lips in a deep kiss, one which was no longer aggressive but passionate. His tongue was insistent and dominant, it swept into her mouth, and explored every corner of it before shoving it down her throat as he consumed her very breath.

He swallowed all of her moans till she was barely making a sound.

His hold on her became more possessive, his free hand movrd under the blanket to hold her waist before sliding down to feel her up fervently. His fingers were massaged the soft curve of her thigh, and his thumb brushed dangerously close to the area in-between.

He felt her tremble violently and he could only imagine how she would react if he rubbed her clit and fingered her till she came all over again.

He trailed his kisses from her mouth, down her jaw, onto her neck. He kissed the exposed skin of her chest where the blanket had slipped, his lips lingered over the swell of her breast and he wanted to do more than just kiss.

The physical strain became too much, the restraint was almost suffocating. He forced himself to stop before he completely lost control.

The rain had subsided now, the furious drumming had been replaced by a gentle patter against the window. The crisis had finally passed. Or had it hsyf began?

He cleared his throat quietly before speaking once more.

"I'll drop you off."