The fireplace crackled with the fire that burnt the log burning brighter. The room that felt cold but Elise could feel a trickle of sweat rolled from her forehead. Elise She know if it was possible for anyone to ever feel their body heating up as she did now. Every of Ian's words he whisper to her ears felt like a love potion that brought a soft gasp from her lips.

In her past seventeen years of age, Elise never knows that touching could bring the feeling she felt now, where she want to close her legs together to release the tense building up she felt on her her core, but that didn't work. Instead it only worsen the feeling she had and she couldn't wrap her mind around what she was feeling. 

She only knew that she want to feel more heat that spread from Ian's hand, and the thought tickles her.

When she felt Ian's lips peppering kisses on the back of her neck, her back curl like the way her toes did. Her body felt as if it wants to run yet at the same time it wants to stay there. The emotions began to wreck her mind and body faster than her nerves ever did. 

Elise could feel something was building up, but she didn't know what it was. The only help she could ask for was Ian, and it seemed he was doing something to ease it. Although on another side, he was also the person who had made her feel this way. 

Ian nipped her neck when he saw Elise's eyes were on the clouds. No matter how good she felt now, her eyes should be meeting him now, so Elise would know who was making her feel arousal.

"What are you thinking of, Elise?" Ian pulled his hand which was on her thigh to travel on her stomach, moving up very slowly to the lower curve of her breast which had her breath to quiver under him. He felt her muscle contract on his touch and his tongue sneaked out to wet his lower lips.

"I-I feel strange," Elise muttered, hoping she doesn't sound weird or weirding Ian out.

This had Ian to smile wider, "Where do you feel strange?" He saw Elise watched his eyes shyly. Her entire face seemed as if she wanted to run from his hand that captured her, but she didn't. 

"H-here," whispered Elise. She closed her eyes placing her hand on her core as this was where she felt strange. There was a weird sensation there. It felt hot but tense, she couldn't put a finger on what she was feeling but her mind could only think that Ian would know what she needed to do to feel better.

Ian pushed his hand under her skirt, touching above her hand that covered her core for her body to curl under his embrace. "Here?" A sharp moan escape from Elise, who didn't reply and only nod. Her body shivered and tingled from the touch and she could feel her eyes almost turning back at the surge of heat when he rubbed her sex. 

Ian couldn't hold himself and bite her neck when seeing her melting expression. "I know a way to make you feel better. What do you say, Elise? Should I do it or should I don't?" 

He pushed his hand deeper to elicit her cry again when his thumb brushes her underwear. "P-Please..." whispered Elise and she saw Ian's hand that was near her breast pulled the ribbon to reveal her skin. His hand traveled over her soft skin, rubbing to squeeze one side of her breast that he had been placing his eye on which earned him her soft moans.

Elise pulled her hand to cover her chest, her eyes were in a panic, "What are you doing?" she naively asked when she felt his hand cupping her full breast, and her cry turn louder at it. Elise bit her lips to muffle her voice but Ian had pushed his thumb on her mouth.

"Bringing your fantasies alive," Ian replied quickly. He enjoyed every little sighs and how Elise's toes curled to the surface of the bed pulling the fabric. To see her reacting to what he did was a pleasure itself had become his most favorite thing to do. He had some wild imagination of making her cry but the thoughts failed to win with the real Elise on his bed. The real her was much more beautiful as she cries out of the emotions that he knew was maddening her. 

"Don't you want to know what a couple would do in a bedroom, Elise? The art of night activities? This is what we are in a try for."

Elise could feel how the tense heat between her leg build up even further with how Ian had touched her. He kissed her neck gently, bringing her chin to kiss her lips. The way his tongue moved became different from the soothing kiss he gave before. This time Ian was not rough at her but he wasn't gentle either. He was fierce and she could feel something breaks loose between them. 

"I don't know what to do," she said, her eyes almost rolling when she felt his fingers move in a circular motion over the nub on her core. 

Ian chuckled. He knew perfectly well what her words mean. She was still untouched with pleasure and that itself makes him want to nurture her to know pleasure only from him.

"You don't need to know now," he whispered, "Just let your body surrender to my hands and the pleasure I'm giving you and I will teach you everything that you need to know slowly," Before bringing her to his bed now, he had some idea on what to do but decided to teach her the simplest one to relief herself and the other ideas for later when she was ready. As for now, the little touches make her almost want to faint under his arm, and Ian had to be careful not to stimulate her too much.

A wet sound could be heard on her core where his hand focused on. She felt his hand rubbing the bud of her breast, the color turning darker as his fingers light pinched on it. At this point, Elise could not think of anything else other than how his tongue interlock and suck hers, tasting her mouth as his hand didn't stop with what it was doing.

Elise could feel Ian teasing her. He didn't give what she wanted immediately, instead, his hand moved fast and when she felt the heat rising, his hand slowed down. She didn't know if she felt frustrated, but her body felt disappointed every time he slowed down. But when he picked a speed, she felt relieved.

As what Elise had guessed, Ian was indeed having fun watching her frustrated. He knew he could bring her to the state where her body feels electrified fast, but he took his time, like prey, he wanted to enjoy his time while watching all expression she had in store for him.

"How does it feel, Elise?" Ian watched how Elise's body flinched when his words seeped to her ears. His fingers had moved in a steady motion that had her brows furrowed as if telling him that it wasn't enough. He knew exactly why, being the person who denied her when she reached the peak of pleasure. But that was what made it even more so pleasurable, which Elise didn't know yet.

"I-I don't know," answered Elise before she took a sharp breath. She then murmured, "I feel good but frustrated." She wasn't sure what she was feeling but she could tell when his hand slowed down that her body felt a need, and the need frustrated her. 

Ian chuckled at her honest reply, "That's what I am here for."

Elise bit her lips, "You are here to make me feel frustrated?" She caught the sign faintly and know there was a side in Ian that want to tease her, to test her patience. And although she wasn't clear on what she was building up, the way Ian kept denying it, tell her of how he enjoyed seeing her squirming.

Ian grinned, knowing that Elise had gotten a hint on what he did. "No, of course. I'm here to make you feel amazing. You will know that to deny what your body needed will bring you to a better pleasure. It's time," saying this, she felt an electrical feeling on her skin her back shudder when his hand rubbed her bosom more roughly which didn't hurt but instead feel good.

Elise felt her breaths taking a sharper intake, and each time Ian's finger on her core twirled and flick, she felt her body losing to the driving pleasure.

Amid the swirl of pleasure Elise felt, she force herself to open her eyes. The entire time, she hadn't look at Ian because of the embarrassment that she felt. She wasn't sure if she could meet his gaze without thinking to search for a blanket for her to disappear. 

She braced herself, wondering what look Ian had when she met his eyes. A fierce gaze that was enough to make her shiver watched her. It felt to her as if Ian was hungry and wanted to eat, and she knew well it was her who he wanted to devour. 

Meeting his eyes, her legs pulled together as if bracing for something that was about to come after.

"Don't hold it," Ian pushed his finger, "Elise," when he called her name, Elise felt as if sparks flickering over her eyes. A blank white sheet covered her view and her body quake under his arms. 

What Elise felt now was indescribable, she felt like a person raised high to fall into an overwhelmingly good feeling. Every inch of her body still shiver and she could feel how the heat didn't dissipate despite Ian had taken a stop from touching her core.

Her eyes were glazed with tears as she looked at Ian's eyes that took every of her expression without leaving for a moment. He took his hand that had pleased her to his lips, taking a lick as if he wanted to taste her directly. 

"Does it feels good, Elise?"

Elise did not know if she should reply it aloud as it was embarrassing, with her eyes meeting his, she brings her head up and down slowly.