Her hands hesitated, hovering over the spot he’d indicated, the sunlight casting soft shadows across his lap.
She pressed her fingers gently against his lower abdon, firm but cautious, feeling the taut muscle beneath his shirt. Her touch was professional at first, circling the area slowly, pressing to find the supposed block.
But as she worked, her hand brushed lower, grazing his rod through his pants, soft but thick, bigger than she’d expected. Her eyes widened again, a quick gasp escaping as she froze, the size of him even soft sending a jolt through her.
Her fingers lingered there a mont too long, the heat of him under her touch making her heart pound harder, her cheeks burning as she realized what she’d felt.
Her hands moved in slow circles, professional at first, but each ti her fingers strayed lower, they brushed his rod again, once, twice, then a third ti, each accidental graze sending a jolt through her.
Her body betrayed her, warmth pooling low in her belly, her pulse quickening as she felt him through the fabric, the size of him even soft making her thighs press together unconsciously.
She tried to focus, pressing harder on the spot above his groin, but another brush against his rod made her gasp softly, her cheeks burning hotter. She glanced up, expecting a tease, but Jae just watched her, silent, his smirk steady, letting her stew in the tension.
Mrs. Lira swallowed hard, forcing her hands to still after a few more careful presses. "That... that should help the block," she said, voice shaky as she stood, smoothing her robe to hide her trembling fingers. "You’re welco, Jae." She stepped back, needing distance from the heat of him, the way her body was reacting despite every warning in her mind.
Jae leaned back in the chair, his smirk softening but still there. "Thanks, Mrs. Lira," he said, voice low, almost too intimate for the small room. He stood, stretching casually, his presence filling the space as she turned toward the small kitchen nook tucked in the corner, a simple counter with a stove and a basket of bread and fruit.
"What do you want to eat?" she asked, trying to shift the mood, her voice aiming for teacherly calm but coming out softer. "I can make sothing quick, bread, so cheese, maybe fruit?" She moved to the counter, reaching for a loaf, her hands still unsteady from the earlier touches, her body still tingling with unwanted arousal.
Jae didn’t answer right away. Instead, he followed her to the nook, his steps quiet on the stone floor. Before she could slice the bread, he slid behind her, his arms wrapping around her waist again, pressing his crotch firmly against her shapely behind. The heat of him was imdiate, and she froze, knife hovering over the loaf.
"Mrs Lira you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen," he murmured, his lips close to her ear, breath warm on her skin. "You’re kind, nice, always helping out when I’m stuck. And you sll so good, like herbs and sothing sweet. I bet you taste even better."
Her breath caught, the knife clattering softly against the counter as her hands gripped the edge. "Jae... don’t," she whispered, but her voice wavered, lacking conviction. His words hit deep, stirring that part of her she’d tried to bury, the part that flushed at his complints, that leaned into his warmth despite herself.
She should push him away, keep the line clear, but her body softened against him, her heart racing as his words wrapped around her, pulling her closer to falling for him.
He didn’t stop, his lips brushing her neck, kissing the sensitive skin just below her ear.
"You’re perfect," he said, voice low and teasing, nibbling gently, his teeth grazing her skin. She moaned softly, the sound escaping before she could stop it, her head tilting slightly to give him more access.
His kisses turned hungrier, sucking lightly on her neck, leaving faint marks as he nibbled again, drawing another moan from her "Oh... Jae..." her hands tightening on the counter. The arousal from earlier flared hotter, her thighs pressing together again, her body betraying how much she wanted this despite her protests.
"Jae, we can’t," she said, voice barely above a whisper, but she didn’t move, didn’t pull away. His arms tightened around her, one hand sliding up to rest just below her chest, fingers brushing the curve of her robe, the other staying firm on her hip, keeping her pressed against him.
"You don’t an that," he murmured, kissing her neck again, sucking harder this ti, making her moan louder "Mmm... stop..." though the word was more plea than command. Her cheeks burned, her body trembling with the conflict of duty and desire, his complints and touch pulling her deeper into the mont.
Her body betrayed her, arousal building slow but undeniable, her thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to quell the warmth pooling low in her belly, her breath hitching as his warm breath brushed her skin. Her hands gripped the counter tight, fingers curling around the edge until the knife slipped from her grasp, clattering softly against the wood.
She should stop this, push him away, but the heat of his body, the way he pressed against her, made her head spin.
Jae’s hands wandered, one sliding under her robe, fingers caressing the smooth skin of her thigh, slow and deliberate, teasing closer to the edge of her underwear.
The touch was light but electric, making her thighs tremble, her breath catch again. His other hand moved higher, cupping her breast through the fabric of her robe, thumb circling her nipple until it hardened under his touch, poking against the thin material. "Jae... we can’t," she whispered, voice shaky, but her body leaned back into him, betraying her words.
A soft moan escaped her lips, louder than before, as his thumb pressed harder, circling her nipple in slow, firm loops, sending sparks through her chest. Her arousal deepened, her thighs squeezing tighter, the warmth between her legs growing into a pulsing ache she couldn’t ignore.
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