Steamy Dreams
he whispered against her lips, “and mine to please. Tell me you want this.”
“I want it, Professor,” Laura gasped, her voice breaking with urgency. “Please, I need you.” The words were a surrender, a plea, and James felt a surge of desire, knowing she was fully his in this moment. He reached down, his fingers finding her clit, circling her slick skin, feeling her wetness, her heat, her desperation. Laura’s hips bucked, her cries growing louder, and he teased her mercilessly, bringing her to the edge and pulling back, each denial intensifying her need.