Chapter 3906 From Saint To Slut In Seven Days:>Ep7

"Oh."
He then breathed a rather shaky sigh of appreciation. Like most men, I think he thought he was being subtle and failed spectacularly, but I wasn't about to point it out. It was so unbelievably erotic having him hover over me, quietly moaning his appreciation of my body, smelling his manly scent. I was so turned on that I was beginning to wonder if he could smell the pheromones that were undoubtedly pouring off me right now.
Eventually, the pretence could go on no longer and he moved away. He stood behind my chair for a few moments as we spoke feebly about the information we had just "looked at", but I couldn't help but wonder why he was hiding behind my chair. Was it because he was blushing or was it something else? I then had a thought that caused another shiver of excitement to run through me. Was he adjusting a hard-on? I hoped he was, the thought was so exciting to me. I wanted to see him grip and adjust it, to wrestle it into a less obvious and slightly more comfortable position but unfortunately, I couldn't see. I would have liked to have helped, gripping it firmly and feeling the heat and hardness through his pants. I doubt it would have helped his comfort much though.