Deeper Healing

40| Misfortune

Nikolai Coleman

Taking off my clothes with Leilani's glinting eyes glued to my body and possibly undressing me in her mind had to be one of the most arousing things I'd ever done.

She just sat there in the water with her arms spread out on the edges of the tub, her teeth sinking harder into her bottom lip the more the skin I showed.

I slowly unbuttoned my shirt with my eyes focused on hers. Once I was done, I slipped it off my shoulders and felt it slide down my arms before it fell with a light thud and pooled around my feet.

I kicked off my shoes next and took off my socks, standing barefoot on the cool surface with nothing but my slacks left on.

I could see the glint in her eyes brighten, mischief and naughtiness edging her eyes.

I could use that enthusiasm to my advantage to feel her hands on my body and get nothing but just a mere taste of what I'd have if I chose to fully jump into the lake with her.

I nonchalantly walked towards her, keeping my eyes on her the entire time to read her mind through her eyes because they never lied.

Once I stood close enough to the tub, I maintained a firm gaze on her, motioning at my slacks.

"Take them off," I ordered her, fighting the edge to pull her up and smash my lips hungrily onto that delicious, swollen pair she'd given me a taste of.

She hesitated, a rather mysterious smile touching her lips as she slipped her arms back into the water. I waited patiently for her to act as I watched her, anticipating whatever she had going on in that pretty, dirty mind driving me insane.

She didn't disappoint, slowly lifting herself with her supple back slightly arched as she knelt in the tub, floating her way towards the edge where I stood.

I swallowed, parting my lips slightly to exhale a controlled breath.

Fuck.

She put her wet hands on the edge, her eyes gazing up at me like she knew I was at the brink of snapping my self-control into meaningless shreds and she was enjoying it. She hadn't even touched me yet—

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Her fingers, light as pillowy feathers traced the outline of my abs, water droplets from her hands dripping down my torso to my groin. I could feel her fingertips sink into my flesh as she lazily dragged them lower to the waistband of my slacks.

I found myself clenching my fists hard and hiding them behind me. It was either that or grabbing her by her hair to either lift her and take away her breath entirely or shove my dick down her throat. I couldn't do that. Not yet. Patience was the key.

Leilani slipped her hand inside the space between two loops on my belt before pulling me further closer to her, her face perfectly aligned with my groin.

She looked at me through her dark eyelashes, her hands unbuckling my belt. She took her sweet time doing it until she got to the button of my slacks and pulled down the zipper.

Leilani looped her hands inside my slacks from behind before slowly pulling them down and letting them fall to my feet. I could feel the cool air swirl around my entire body clothed with nothing but my boxer briefs, a flimsy material barely containing the throbbing monster demanding to be released.

I stepped out of my slacks and retook my position right in front of her, curious about what her next move would be. She averted her eyes from mine, descending them down to my groin.

I followed them, looking out for her initial reaction. For a second, her pupils seemed to dilate, her lips lightly parting as though she couldn't believe what she was seeing.