Gizelle
Part 3
Elle followed Eric into his house and made herself comfortable on the couch by the window. She had received a text from him an hour ago claiming she needed to come over and start helping him read reports from other rape cases he was looking into. He never once mentioned what he had done to her in his office and never commented on the paper she had emailed him on her own rape experience. She was still nervous around him and still pissed that she had lost the chance to make her first time special.
"Would you like a glass of wine?" Eric's voice had pulled her from her thoughts.
"I'm just 19," Elle responded shocked that her teacher would offer her alcohol. He probably just wants to help me relax; hell he probably needs her to relax, she could feel the tension just rolling off her body.
Eric smiled at her and jokingly said, "Would you prefer a juice box then?"
Elle giggled, "I'm not that young sir! I just don't want to get you into trouble for supplying an under-aged girl with alcohol if I go back to campus drunk, I've never had wine so I'm probably a lightweight." Elle was a bit taken back but Eric's sudden change in humor and she wasn't exactly sure how she felt about it either.
Eric rolled his eyes and responded with, "After everything that I have already done to you, do you think that giving you wine is what I'll get in trouble for? Besides you are not going back to campus tonight, you will stay in my bed." Then Eric turned back towards the kitchen and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
As Elle watched him walk around the kitchen she found herself cold with fear about the idea of staying with him for the night; she hadn't completely forgotten how much pain she had been in when he took her body all for the sake research, and that event had left her easily startled and panic-ridden. She was sure that she never wanted to experience sex again.
He came back and set of the love seat adjacent to her chair and handed her a glass of wine, then poured one for himself. They set there in silence, him watching her and Elle studying her wine. "If you would just take a sip, I assure you will like the flavor, and that it will help you relax, you are so tense right now," Eric said leaning over to whisper in her ear.
She looked at him questioningly, "Don't worry I didn't put anything in your wine, I want you fully coherent for tonight's activities." Eric informed her with a smile. She was still nervous around him, but what the hell she already lost her V-card so why not? She downed her glass.
"Wow, that is good." She said before holding her glass out for a refill.
Eric smiled, "It is, but don't drink it so fast, you need to savor it." He filled her glass and they both sat back in silence. Ella was trying to wrap her head around tonight's activities comment while Eric was trying to figure out how to start the conversation about her paper. The longer they went without talking, the more uncomfortable they both were.
"What papers are we going over tonight professor?" Ella finally asked him, no longer being able to handle the building tension.
Eric sighed and answered, "Well now would be a good time to start with your paper." Ella tensed up at his answer but said nothing, so Eric continued. "I'm sorry that experience was your first time. I just assumed that a woman as beautiful as you would have already experienced sex."
"If you knew, would it have changed anything? Maybe you wouldn't have forced me?" Ella asked him.
"No, from the moment I saw you standing outside my door, I wanted nothing more than to possess your body, so I would have still taken you, but I would have been gentler about the way I entered you," Eric admitted. "I don't think you realize how irresistible you are; like right now, I'm fighting the urge to take you to my bed and ravish you senseless."
Ella stood up and placed her glass on the table, "I need to go." She said out of fear. She was sure that she didn't want to experience anything he had in mind.
Eric stood up and grabbed her wrist pulling her into him, causing her to struggle, "Stop. Look I know you are scared but I promise you will enjoy tonight. Dance with me." Eric calmly said, running his fingertips up and down her back.
Once she calmed down, he took her hand leading her to a clearing in the room. "Relax and let the music soothe you." He said as he put his hands around her waist and started swaying to the music.
He was right it was calming her, "You're not a bad dancer Professor. Who would have thought that you could be so graceful?" She teased him.
"Dancing isn't the only thing that I'm good at my dear, you will learn that I'm talented in a great many things in my life." He told her mischievously before he spun her and brought her back to his chest to kiss her soft lips.
Elle felt the pressure of his lips on hers and for a brief second she felt panic rise within her, then it was replaced by something else, something primal. She opened her mouth allowing him to deepen the kiss. She felt his tongue slide into her mouth and he began to massage his tongue against hers. Maybe it was the kiss, or the wine, or the dancing, or a combination of all three but Elle felt herself become a little light-headed and put her arms around his neck to help her stay upright.
Elle tasted so sweet and it felt so good to have her in his arms, and the smell of apples in her hair stirred something within him. The longer he kissed her, the more he wanted to make her cry out his name. Take it slow, build it up for her, he reminded himself. So he took the tips of his fingers and started running then up and down her back. He felt her moan in his mouth and his cock twitched approvingly.
Eric ran his fingers under her clothing; her skin was soft and smooth, and he loved how warm she felt in his hands. He wanted to be the one to guide her through every pleasurable experience that sex had to offer, so he deepened their kiss and gently trailed his fingers in circles at the base of the spine, then switching to up and down motions at her sides.
He could feel her relaxing against him so he planted sweet soft kisses along her neck and shoulders, noticing every time he would kiss those two hollow spots on either side her neck, she would moan and gentle pull Eric's hair. He was very thrilled with her responses to his coaxing; he wondered what kind of response she would have if he slightly bit down on her ear.
He flattened his palms and ran them up and down her back massaging out any lasting tension. With a soft sigh, she laid her head on his shoulder; he took advantage of her new position, and using his tongue, he traced the rim of her ear down until he was able to take her earlobe into his mouth and suck it.
Elle shivered and moaned his name.
Eric smiled, picking her up he carried her to his room, still kissing any spot on her body that he could make contact with. Once in his room, he placed her feet back on the floor and attacked her lips once again. He could feel the passion burning him from the inside out, he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him, he needed to make as much contact with her as he could.
Elle could feel his swollen mass pressing into her belly and it caused a tingling sensation low in her belly, it also distilled a bit of fear. She started to pull away from him. "No, don't pull away from me, I promise you will enjoy tonight." He said breathlessly and then he started pulling off his clothes.
There in front of her eyes stood the most perfect male body she had ever seen. It looked as if his tanned skin was perfectly molded to the thick muscles that traveled his body. A small patch of curly hair was scattered in a triangle shape across his pecks, and his lean abs begged for her fingers to explore every inch of him that her eyes could see. Unconsciously she reached forward to touch his chest then realizing what she was doing she pulled back.
Eric grabbed her wrist, "Touch me. You can touch whatever you want or do whatever you like to me, and you can take your time doing it." He encouraged her. She smiled at him and cautiously placed her palms on his chest and moved her hands along his body; he was hard but smooth and she could feel his muscles twitching in response to her touch. She dragged her thumbs over his nipples in her exploration and heard him suck in a quick ragged breath, and felt him tense. She looked up at him and his eyes were closed.
"I'm sorry, did that hurt?" Elle asked him with concern.
He opened his eyes and looked down at her intently and said, "The opposite. If I don't like something or it hurts I'll let you know." He gave her a small peck on the lips as if to encourage her to keep going.