Chapter five.
warnings: +18 smut; fingering, penetration, kinda praise kink?
notes: FINALLY i was so nervous but excited to write this. i know some of you were waiting for this so this chapter is long af. enjoy.
Head buzzing. Cheeks still warm. Heart racing.
As i went to bed that night i couldn't stop thinking about it. That kiss. My skin still shivered just thinking about his touch. His hands cupping my cheeks, his warm lips against mine.
He'd be the death of me.
One side of me was completely mad about him, and the other side was just as concerned.
What would we do now? What if someone found out? My heart almost hammering in my chest as i thought of my classmates' faces if they found out. I didn't want them to think i was trying to seduce him to get my thesis done, i didn't need to do that. I wasn't that kind of person, and he knew it. Or i least that was what i expected.
Thursday morning was already slamming at my door. All my thoughts still rambling through my head as i entered the classroom, and then there he was.
Formal but simple clothes as always, his hair always in-between of being put together and decontracted, his characteristic front strands fell on his forehead.
He looked at me stealthily among all the people during all class, and i could sense that he was thinking about it too.
As the bell rang, always at 10 am, i hessitated. Should i go and talk to him? should i go? All my doubts vanished as i saw him slowly walking towards me, as he was doing time while all those people left the place. Hands in his pants pockets and a side smile. Oh my fucking god.
"Hey".
"Hey".
Silence; the tension almost intoxicating the two of us. He broke it first:
"Listen, i was thinking about last tuesday and-"
"You don't have to worry about it, you know?" I said, stopping him mid-sentence. "You're my professor, i'm your student, it's all clear". My tone trying to sound convincing as if we didn't just made out in his car two days ago. Obviously, it wasn't that clear.
He smirked confidently, looking at me. "I know that".
I looked at him quite confused; Was he the same man that acted all nervous an hessitant last week? Didn't he care at all?
"Well, okay then".
"I've read your progress on the thesis, it's going very well" he continued like nothing happened, though i sensed some tension in his tone. "Though I have made some corrections starting from page fifteen that i would like you to look at".
"Oh, okay." I didn't even know what to say. "I will look at it when i get home then".
I looked at him, batting my eyelashes nervously as he kept watching me stoic, almost analyzing my movements.
Then, all of the suden, he grabbed me from behind my neck with both hands and pushed me against a near wall where nobody that would enter the room could see us. He kissed me hungrily, breathing heavily due to the fast movement that he had recently made. I responded quickly, closing my eyes and grabbing him from behind his neck as his hands traveled from my own neck to my waist, bringing me closer to him. Our mouths devoured each other, this kiss was not like the previous one. This was a hungry, sinful one, as if neither him or i could wait any longer. As if we both knew that all this could only bring trouble.
Heat starting to fill my body and his when suddenly a loud noise echoed the space, like a door slamming in the distance, not the one in this room but it felt like it.
We both broke the kiss in a heartbeat as a instinct reaction. Chests coming up and down quickly, eyes filled with unsatisfied hunger.
"I want to see you again". I whispered to him. If it was still a bit of shame left in me, it was already gone.
"Would you like to come home? you could bring all your drafts"
I laughed at his innocent proposition, given to what just had happened.
"I would love to" I said, smiling at him.
"8 pm is alright? I could pick you up if you want"
I looked at him, smiling nervously.
"What? it's not like you haven't been in my car before" He said, with a smirk.
I laughed and gave him a playful hit on his arm. "8 pm is just fine".
He smiled, quite hessitant. I could sense that he was just as nervous as me.
I mean, the damage was already done, right?
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Nighttime had already come beneath us as he parked outside his house. A big, but modest one. Light grey walls and big windows, now covered by dark blue curtains.
The inside felt very cozy; warm lights, a round, wooden table at one side with a brownish sofa and big book shelfs.
A few wall paintings and a wine cellar from where he picked a bottle and two wine glasses. I looked at him almost blushing at the whole situation.
He was wearing a grey sweater and dark jeans, a bit more casual than what he'd wear at class. Silver hair perfect as always, the lines forming in his mouth as he smiled and handed me the filled glass.
"Thank you". Our fingers touching so slightly as i took the glass. He sat besides me at the sofa.
"Well, how did you do?. He said as he pointed at the drafts and papers on my hands.
"Pretty well, i would say. What do you think?" I handed him the papers as he put his glasses on.
He observed them in silence with a hand in his chin as i looked him with doubt. He chuckled to himself as he read them.
"What?" I said, opening my eyes to him.
"You are very incisive" He said in a playful tone, french accent dripping deliciously onto each word.
"I thought you already knew that".
He smirked as i continued: "Takes one to know one, right?"
The warm, subtle lights carressing his features as he drank the red wine.
"What makes you think that?"
"It just seems that you always know what you want".
He stayed in silence and sat closer to me. One hand on the sofa backreast, behind me. I continued:
"Do you?". Maybe it was the wine, already starting to hit on my words, or the way his eyes looked darker in the night. He smiled softly at me.
"I don't always know, no" I looked at him over my eyelashes, silence echoed the room as he continued. "But i think i know what i want just now".
He carressed my cheek with his fingers, the touch so tender but intoxicating. I needed his touch, his mouth on me again. I couldn't wait any longer.
"Vincent" His name coming out of my mouth as a pathetic moan as i begged to him. "Please, kiss me"
"How could i ever refuse?"
He then broke any remaining tension grabbing gently my cheeks and kissing me deeply. Slowly this time, as we had the night to ourselfs. He tasted like the sweet red wine we just drank and so was i. His perfume smelled, in fact, like a classic one. Wooden but not too harsh, just perfect on his skin My fingers ran into his silver hair as we kept deepening the kiss, both now lying down the sofa.His warm tongue intertwined with mine as his hands ran through my waist and i could feel the heat coming down my body.
He broke the kiss, heavy breathing as he whispered near my mouth.
"Are you okay with this?"
I nodded at him and attempted to kiss him again but he insisted:
"I don't want you to do anything you're not comfortable with, baby"
My entire body shivered just hearing the petname coming out of his mouth and his tenderness at each moment made me feel secure.
"I need you, Vincent. Please" My words coming out as weak whispers as my head buzzed, i needed his touch more than anything in that moment. His eyes getting darker as he was hearing me beg. He lifted me up softly in his arms and carried me into his bedroom.
The room was dark as only the weak, pale moonlight entered through a window besides de big kingsize bed. We were standing at the edge of the bed as i could feel my cheeks getting warmer and warmer under his touch. His hands slowly taking up my shirt as he stared with devotion at my body. His eyes wandered at each mole and each mark. Then he slowly kneeled in front of me, leaving a trail of gentle kisses down my stomach. He looked at me from below with greedy eyes.
"Can i?" He whispered to me, touching the button of my jeans. I nodded slowly as he began undoing them. My body now covered only by black lace underwear and bra.
"Mon Dieu" He whispered, still on his knees. "You're beautiful".
I carresed his chin with my hand as he stoop up slowly, without breaking eye contact.
"Now it's my turn" I said, as i took his sweater and the rest of his clothes off.
His skin soft and warm as we kept kissing deeply on his bed, the air so intoxicating as his touch. Wet kisses on my neck and collarbones. His hand slowly playing with the hem of my panties as i cursed under my breath.
"What's the problem, dear?" He whispered in my ear with a cheeky tone.
"Vincent, please"
"Give me words and i'll give you what you want" His fingers almost touching my aching flesh.
"Touch me, please" My words almost tripping.
He smiled and ran his fingers into me, playing with my clit as i left out a pathetic whimper.
"Merde, you're so fucking wet" He whispered to my ear as he kept touching every fold. He then slid two fingers into me, almost making me lose all reason.
"Oh, Vincent" I kept moaning his name, my core aching under his touch as i could feel his bulge growing against my leg.
"Yes, chérie?
"Please, fuck me." I begged to him, leaving all sense of shame behind. I needed him so badly, like i never needed anybody.
"I love it when you say my name like that" He said as he slid my panties down my legs and freed himself from his own underwear, his big length against my stomach as he pumped himself a few times.
He then stretched out an arm to reach the drawer of the nightstand from where he picked a condom. His firm body glistening as he put it on and then positioned himself between my legs, grabbing them firmly.
He sank into me slowly and i could feel every inch inside me, his head resting on the crook of my neck. He stayed still for a moment, feeling me warm against him.
" Putain. You feel so fucking good" He said as he began thrusting me, slowly picking up a pace.
My nails against his back as i could feel him so big inside me, my head buzzing as i heard the sinful sounds of his thrusts getting more wet and more sloppy.
"Fuck, Vincent" my moans getting more and more out of control. "Keep going, please".
He smiled and then bit my lower lip. "You're taking me so fucking well, baby"
Then he rolled me over the bed. My face now against the pillow as he began thrusting me from behind, hands grabbing my waist as he fucked me deeper and faster.
"You're being such a good girl. Just look at you"
I turned my face so i could see him while he kept fucking me, his silver strands of hair falling into his glistening forehead and his eyes dark and seductive. I started feeling pleasure waves getting bigger and bigger, my core aching for a release.
"Fuck, i really want to ride you" I whispered to him as i could, with half my face still resting on the pillow.
He smiled at me and slid himself out. I whimpered instinctively at sudden lack of contact.
"Go on, then. Show me how good you can fuck me" He said as he lied on the bed.
I climbed on top and sank into his length slowly, almost painfully slowly. My eyes pierced at his as i did it.
"Putain, tu vas me faire jouir" He moaned, almost cursing, under his breath.
My movements took a faster and faster pace as i felt closer to my orgasm. He grabbed firmly my breasts as i went up and down, playing with my sensitive nipples.
"Oh, God. Vincent, i'm gonna cum"
"Go on, chérie. Go on and cum all over me".
My body trembled as i felt closer and closer, i tried to close my eyes but he stopped me.
"No, no. Don't do that. Look at me, i want to see your pretty eyes"
Those words sending me even closer as i felt my orgasm reaching every part of my body, trying to keep my eyes opened. His eyes filled with magnetic lust.
"Fuck, Vincent" I moaned with the little energy i had left as he pushed himself one last time, cumming inside me.
"C'était tellement bon, chérie" He whispered into my ear as i lied on the bed besides him, totally surrendered by his words. I loved it when he'd speak to me in french.
He gently kissed me on the forehead as he put his arms around me. My head resting on his chest as we instantly fell asleep in the still warm bed.
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