Deeper Healing

31| Blazing Passion

Nikolai Coleman

I didn't know what caressing a needy woman's breasts could do to my entire body until I cupped Leilani's breasts lightly without even applying any form of pressure yet.

I could feel her struggle to control her breath and stop her chest from heaving too much. I didn't blame her.

I for one could barely breathe properly at the thought of finally being able to draw pleasure from her by fondling her perfect bounty of seduction and feel those fast-erecting nipples against my tingling warm fingers.

I'd dreamt of this moment ever since I saw her nipples pressed against her dress the night of the gala and thereafter, every time she wore anything defining her breasts especially when we worked out. I just didn't know it'd feel this way and arouse me so much to the point where I felt like taking her mercilessly on this horse.

I closed my eyes and deeply exhaled onto her smooth skin that I'd peppered with both light and deep kisses, an action to which she responded by shivering and lightly gasping through her mouth. 

Fuck.

 Her body was so responsive to my touch that it made me want to claim her entirely and make sure I was the only man she gave herself so generously to.

The muscles in my hands tightened and I felt an intense rush of heat and strength surge through every joint and muscle in my fingers. I lifted her hands to cover her breasts entirely before making my grip firm and pronounced.

"Nikolai," she cried out softly, throwing her head back onto my shoulder.

Fuck. I could give anything to hear her call my name like that again.

I began caressing her breasts in a deep and sensual massage, my fingertips sinking into their full lushness, making every fibre in them know of my presence.

They were so fucking perfect, natural and big enough to slightly spill out of my hands. My imagination could have never done justice to this perfection, the weight, size, responsiveness and tenderness.

"You're so fucking perfect, Leilani," I breathed into her ear, kneading her breasts so hard she could neither sit still nor control her breath anymore. "Your body arouses me so much I could lose my mind."

I was so hard for her I felt like I'd explode inside my slacks. Even now, I couldn't wrap my spinning head around how a woman could be so perfect and speak to my hormones so effortlessly, commanding them to go feral for her.

Where the fuck had this goddess been all the daunting years of my life?

My thumbs brushed against the thick fabric of her crop top with enough firmness to feel her erecting nipples. They were hardening so fast and invitingly I couldn't resist pinching them lightly and palming them, elated by how they remained hard, hardly pressed into my palm.

Fuck. If I couldn't lick them and suck on them in this position, the least I could do was feel them directly without any barrier. I needed to feel that raw hardness of their tautness and feel how soft her breasts were in their natural form.

I descended my hands to the hem of her black crop top and slipped them inside, lightly groaning into her neck when my bare hands made contact with her heaving breasts. I could die in this moment. They were soft yet firm and perky. 

They were softer than any other woman's breasts I'd ever touched and so fucking warm. Heck, I didn't even remember touching any woman here so sensually and I was glad because this was the only memory I wanted of such intimacy.

I fit my hands around her breasts in a perfect cup before resuming kneading them and caressing them so sensually she couldn't stop making glorious sexual sounds my ears had never been blessed with.