She didn't answer me.
"Mia, answer me. Have you ever been with a man before, or are you willing to spread your legs for me and only me?"
“Yes.”
The muscle in my jaw snapped. I opened my mouth to speak and quickly closed it shut again until I finally questioned her 'Yes' response.
“Yes, what, angel? You saying yes you've been with a man, or that yes I'm the lucky bastard who’s going to nail you first.”
She nodded in agreement and whispered nervously, “Yes to the last one.”
“Holy fuck. You sure know how to get a man hot under the collar. Do you know how that makes me feel, knowing no man has ever ventured—”
“Stop." She threaded shaky fingers through her glorious mane of silky, dark hair. "Look, let’s both forget I even asked you anything. You don't have to say yes, you know."
My lips curled oh-so-slowly, in a decidedly predatory grin. “Here’s the deal, angel face. What if I want to say yes?"
Mia blushed and froze.
I pulled her into my chest and placed my mouth to her ear. “Before I agree to be your so-called teacher, I need to ask you a few questions. You okay with that?"
I felt the tightening of her nipples against my chest and I could tell she was aroused and affected by me.
“What sort of questions?"
“Number one: I know you've had a strict Italian upbringing. So if you think saving yourself for me is going to get you what Max and Jada had today then you're wrong, angel. Happily-ever-after is not my thing. I don’t do marriage."
“I’m not looking for that. I never mentioned marriage.”
“Good.” I sighed into her hair. “Then why are you innocent, Mia? You are hot as fuck and I've seen men flock around you all the time. So what gives?"
She didn't answer me, only tilted her head and rubbed herself against me like a Cheshire cat.
"Hello, Earth to Mia. You ever going to answer me, angel?”
“Well, I've got a question for you. Since when did you ever consider me to be hot as fuck?"
I laughed softly, squeezing her sexy arse. “You got me there, baby.”
“See, you've always avoided me. But now all of a sudden, I'm hot as fuck and you consider me sexy. You tell me what gives? I've been too busy busting my butt studying the last few years and I've...I've never wanted to be with a guy before, and it took a lot of courage for me to confide that to you. I'm embarrassed."
"Hey, there's nothing to be embarrassed or ashamed of. But I still don’t get why you chose me. With all those young guys at university that you study with—”
She jack-knifed out of my arms. “Stop treating me like a child, Zane! It's either a yes or a no. I've told you, you can say no but please do not try to convince me that any other guy will do. Say no if you don't want me."
“I never said I didn't want you. I want you, angel, like you wouldn't fucking believe it. All I want to know is if this is the real deal and you're not propositioning me because of too much alcohol.”
“I'm not drunk! It’s not the alcohol talking. It's me...Mia."
“Well, in that case, angel, you're better get used to my body being close to yours." I pulled her even closer. “Get used to having my hands on you all the time. Everywhere."
She shivered in my arms. "I think I can get used to that quite easily."
“Good. Now, how much experience did you say you had?” I questioned her carefully, worried she'd fly off the handle again.
“You sure ask a lot of questions.”
“And I expect an answer to every damn one.” My lips brushed her temple. “Tell me where else you’ve been kissed, Mia.” My hand slipped up her waist to her ribcage, my thumb lightly stroking the bottom swell of her breast before sweeping higher, across her nipple, until it puckered under my touch. “Has a man ever kissed your nipples?”
Her breath hitched. “Ah. No.”
I nudged my leg in between her thighs and applied a bit of pressure. “You ever had anyone kiss or taste your pussy, Mia?”
Mia moaned softly at the exquisite pressure and heat my hard muscles were creating by rubbing on her sweet spot.
***
MIA
“Yes or no?” he growled at me. “It’s a simple question, so answer it.”
The pressure I was feeling down there was incredible. I wanted more. I moaned softly at the exquisite pleasure he was giving me. The hard muscles of his thighs were rubbing on exactly the right spot. “Fuck, angel, that sound you make is such a turn-on. You like that pressure?” Zane’s eyes were on my face and I could feel it heating up. “I know exactly what buttons to push, baby. Angel, has any man ever touched this pussy?” He pushed his erection against my core, making me feel dizzy from my aroused state. All I could manage to do was groan. “So is that groan a yes or a no?