Jessamyn reveled in the shock dancing across Jerrick's face. As the one who had always been teased by him, she didn't want to let this chance slip away.
Slowly, she slid her hand beneath her skirt, her other hand caressing her throat and cheeks, fingers trailing sensuously over her parted lips. Her chest rose and fell with each moan that escaped her mouth, filling the carriage with a stimulating, electrifying tension.
She was not actually touching herself, she only feigned to.
The air inside the carriage grew warmer, almost stifling, as Jerrick struggled to catch his breath. Her soft, enticing moans sent a rush of heat to his lower abdomen, making it nearly impossible to maintain his composure.
Desperately, he covered his crotch with his coat, crossing his legs tightly. Leaning back against the wall of the carriage, he closed his eyes, trying to find some relief from the exquisite torment she was inflicting on him.
