10 - Will you Teach Me?

10 - Will you Teach Me?

Mia

I touched my breasts through the thin tank top and sighed. It felt good. But it wasn’t enough.

“James…” a small whimper elicited from my throat as I imagined his large hands caressing my skin. Holding my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples.

My back arched, and I felt an intense rush of arousal, my clit throbbing for attention. I wanted more. So much more. I whimpered again, cupping myself through the shorts and bit my lip at the warm touch.

“Mia.” A sharp knock made me freeze. I quickly sat up on the bed, straightening my clothes as if I was caught with my hands in a cookie jar. But this was probably ten times worse than that.

“Yes, come in.” I leaned back on the headrest, pretending to read a book.

James opened the door and looked at me with a dark expression on his face. Did he hear me? No. I don’t think he did.

“Clyde fell asleep on his recliner and… what are you reading?” He raised his brow, crossing his arms and showing off his delectable ar