Aurora was sitting in the living room, her legs on Leandro’s thighs. She was reading her book while he scrolled through his phone with one hand, the other one caressing her legs every now and then. His touch distracted her, and she had to reread certain passages several times, but she didn’t want to show him how much it affected her.
Just when she was going through an especially steamy chapter, his fingers wandered higher, closer to the junction between her legs, covered only by a thin pair of leggings. Aurora bit her lips, holding back a moan, but from the corner of her eyes she could see him smirk. He’d put his phone away and was focussed on her now, but she was determined to make him work for any reaction he wanted to coax out of her.
He pushed the palm of his hand against her mound
