Fuck me, Adonis

He lifted the glass to his mouth and started to drink, thick throat rippling deliciously. My breath grew uneven and I felt my teeth dig into my bottom lip. My nipples were pushing against the fabric of my large shirt, making themselves visible for Adonis’ view.

The proof of my arousal moisturized my panties, making me rub my thighs together.

He placed the glass down, rubbing a tongue softly over his glistening bottom lip and I felt my pulse quicken in response.

“You going swimming today?” He asked, moving his sensual gaze straight to meet my eyes. His excruciatingly handsome face remained frustratingly and sexily unreadable, framed by the tiny silver studs in his ears. If he noticed my hardened nipples through the shirt and me softly biting my lip, then he was doing a good job of hiding it.

Or he was seducing me on purpose?

He was not really doing anything that was unlike Adonis. That deep voice always sounded like the hot, dirty sex. And the way he looks at me. God,