Jessica doesn't trust men. Worse, she has a string of short relationships and runs away when things get too serious. Demons from her past resurface when she meets him, Angel Seth Saint, her new teacher with a burning look. And, even if the young wom...
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No need to panic. Just sit back and wait for it to melt. It's that simple. But I have the impression that the word hasn't got through to everyone. Because when I turn to Monsieur, he's got a little smile on his face. Just before he takes another drink and swallows his white wine dry. He does it with one hand, of course. The other is still holding me in place. And he gives me the most intense, feverish look I've ever had. He's got to be kidding me.
"So, Chacha. I'm waiting for the rest!"
"Oh, yes, I am. See Jess? You could be as motivated as Angel."
That's just it, I find him far too playful. Then I finally understand. I feel his hand rest on my thigh. And he comes closer.
"Don't make a sound, princess."
He whispers it in my ear and I can already feel myself wavering. He won't dare... No, not yet. He doesn't touch me for long minutes and pretends to watch Chacha go by. Me, I think he's letting my excitement build. He knows what feeling his hand so close to my intimacy does to me. He does it on purpose. After all, that's what he likes: to make me weak.
Then when Chacha pulls away again, he puts his thumb on my lips and caresses them.
"What do you want, princess?"
He slides it warmly into my mouth and I suck lightly.
"What do you want?" he repeats himself.
"I want...to feel you, sir. I want you to touch me."
"Hum."
"Please."
His smile fades and his pupils take on a darker shade of blue. But I don't feel his hand move. Until Chacha comes back and grabs my attention. Just then, she suddenly slips between my legs. I nearly jump off the sofa. It's so sudden. Her other hand carefully replaces the dress to hide it all. And I can't help but smile.
So can he. But my smile disappears as I feel his fingers dance. There's nothing immediately funny about it. At all. I can't even concentrate on my friend's speech and close my eyelids.
"Open your eyes, princess..."
I can't. But I do.
"There's only one rule and you know it: your eyes always on me."
Or he stops everything. I nod.
"Good."
The caresses resume discreetly. But it's a real torture for me. I can't hold on to the sofa, can't close my eyes. Yet I want to so badly. How I want to not hold back and come. But Angel is very good. He's getting to know my body. As soon as he senses I'm about to come, he slows down. And I can't even count on his smooth voice to help me.
He's incredibly silent and stares at me, satisfied. He watches me bite my lip with passion and arch my back.
"Who's cooking today?" asks Chacha. "I think it's your turn Jess!"
