HAPPY (BELATED) BIRTHDAY SYD
Just a short piece centering on Jacinta and Adamo from the story we're working on.
“Am I beautiful?”
A loaded question if Adamo ever heard one. Especially when Jacinta was straddling his lap; her habit clinging to her body in ways a habit ought not cling. Especially when her knee was dangerously close to his jewels. With something so important at stake, Adamo said the only thing he could.
“Incredibly so.”
Thank god it was true.
Jacinta practically purred as she pressed a little closer, tracing her fingers down the side of his cheek. Her nails were kept short and well manicured, she had no need for the enhancement of long nails. She was sensual without the use of paints and polishes. He didn’t deny his attraction, even with her body covered in burns. What made her truly attractive was her power and confidence.
Or maybe he just had a thing for nuns. He couldn’t tell yet.
“Am I beautiful?”
A loaded question if Adamo ever heard one. Especially when Jacinta was straddling his lap; her habit clinging to her body in ways a habit ought not cling. Especially when her knee was dangerously close to his jewels. With something so important at stake, Adamo said the only thing he could.
“Incredibly so.”
Thank god it was true.
Jacinta practically purred as she pressed a little closer, tracing her fingers down the side of his cheek. Her nails were kept short and well manicured, she had no need for the enhancement of long nails. She was sensual without the use of paints and polishes. He didn’t deny his attraction, even with her body covered in burns. What made her truly attractive was her power and confidence.
Or maybe he just had a thing for nuns. He couldn’t tell yet.