He is a Nymphomaniac - Chapter 763

Mia was a diminutively stunned to see the gloomy boy but she still could not figure out that the boy was saying this out of pure adore and not just as an artist. They both were so contrast in nature that the boy never spoke anything and the girl spoke so much that she by no means understood the unsaid words.

“Oh I did not forget. I just thought that I needed somebody who has time to teach me.” The girl shrugged her shoulders looking cheerfully at the boy.

“Well, I have all the time for you.” The boy sighed and then once again held the girl’s hand, this time his hand was directly on top of her hand and he was holding the brush guiding the girl’s hand. “Now we draw the green stem.” He ushered the girl’s hand towards a tiny jar which was full of water. He dipped the brush in the jar making the water turn red. The brush was now clean and he dipped it in green paint a little.

The girl was trying her best to focus but the boy’s balmy hand was creating a tingling sensation in her arms, and his closeness to her was too enticing. The boy had still not worn his shirt and had bent again showing his tapering waist. He was now competently drawing the lower stem region of the flower with much absorption.

“There this is ready. Now try creating the adjoining flower yourself.” The boy smiled and then left the girl’s hand.

“Ok.”Mia pursed her lips and then drew a very rough line with her shivering hands near the green line already painted by the boy. “Oh it’s too bad.” The girl was simply not able to concentrate and her hands were shivering from the entire hormonal and emotional whirlpool inside her body. Her hands were shivering due to the adreline rush and she could not even draw a straight line. “I think I am feeling too cold.” The girl spoke in uneasiness and blushed a bit looking at the half n.a.k.e.d boy.

The boy looked at her in much earnestness and the touched her forehead instantaneously. “Your face is flushed but your hands are so cold. I think you are catching fever.” The boy touched her hand gently and amorously and then held the brush in his own hand away from her hand. “You need to rest.” He looked at her flushed face with worried eyes.

“Huh?” the girl looked at him in confusion. “No, I am feeling just a little cold. I don’t think the blushing due to fever.” The girl pursed her lips. She could not tell the boy that she was extremely aroused by his closeness and he looked extremely alluring without his shirt on. “Umm… maybe it is fever. I think we can resume the lessons tomorrow I can go back for now and take it easy. I am indeed feeling feverish.” The girl nodded her head in agreement. She had quickly changed her statement so that things should not get more uncomfortable between them.

“No way. You think would let you drive all alone in this condition?” the boy folded his hands across his bare chest looking at the girl in disbelief. “You think I would leave you all unaccompanied when I know you are not feeling healthy? Would you have done the same if I was in poor health?” he spoke in a much unyielding voice as if once again feeling a bit hurt.

The girl was stunned for a few seconds yet again. The boy was talking like he was really upset about something and he was getting hurt after every sentence the girl spoke. “I didn’t mean it that way. I would have not left you alone, but I know you are a busy man and don’t worry I will have some hot milk and get some sleep the cold will go away.” Mia spoke in much puzzlement looking at the boy

“You are not going anywhere.” The boy sighed in much irritation and instantly picked up the girl from her thighs and waist. His one hand was below her thighs while his other hand was on her back.

Mia was tuned for a few seconds yet again. The boy was behaving rather differently today or this was perhaps the first time ever she was spending alone time with him. The girl looked in his dark concerned eyes and flushed again. The closer he came to her, the more flushed she looked. “I am really fine Olive. Don’t worry about me.”

“No way. You are not.” The boy’s hands were now touching the girl’s n.a.k.e.d thigh and he could once again feel his rising hormones, sensing her silky smooth skin.

The girl’s cold thigh skin was as soon as touched by his warm hands a delicious wave of longing erupted in her lower body and she pursed her lips trying to conceal her passion towards him. She even closed her eyes avoiding looking at his delicious chest muscles and the boy frowned looking at her.

“Look at you. How sleepy you are. And you expect me to send you back like this, stupid girl.” The boy frowned looking at her closed eyes. He quickly entered the room and made the girl lie down on the bed instantly. He then bent a little touching her forehead again. “Your face is so warm.”

The girl was now pulling down the shirt which was lifted up a bit and she was feeling awfully uncomfortable in front of the boy. The girl felt like she was lying n.a.k.e.d in front of him. The boy looked at the girl’s thighs and then quickly picked up a sheet from the corner of the bed. He quickly unfolded it and spread it on top of the girl’s legs. “Here. You do not have to feel timid now. Take some rest, while I go a bring some hot milk for you.” The boy patted her shoulder, covering her gently up to her shoulders with the sheet, so that she does not feel conscious about her erect n.i.p.p.l.es as well.