His strong hand cupped my small breast, rubbing the nipple with his thumb, in a slow circular motion.
His gaze running over me slowly, inch by inch."I want an answer before I leave."
"I....I....I " unable to concentrate.
His thumb working wonders on my fleshy nipple, which seems to be connected to my core. With each stroke I got wetter.
"Do you not want me Adela?"
I nodded. I couldn't deny it, unable to take my eyes off of him, mainly because of the position of my head.
I studied him, taking in every inch, every plane of his face. My breathing just as ragged as my heart beat.
"I prefer a verbal answer, Adela." pinching my nipple cruelly. My hands slip from between my thighs, exposing my wet flesh.
I wet my lips with my tongue. "Y...Yes"
"Do you agree to my sixty days proposal?
"Yes" his eyes, no longer focus on mine, but on my pink, plump thew between my legs. He removed his hand, pushing my back flat onto the bed. A rush of delight swept through me as he position himself between my thighs.
I hated the effect he was having over my body right now and as much as I wanted to tell him to stop, I couldn't.