Deeper Healing

48| Spasms

Leilani Edwards

Hands gripping the steering wheel. Eyes on the road. Heart pounding in my chest. Intense swirls in the pit of my stomach.

"Nik," like fine silk, his name rolled off my tongue for the third time in the past ten minutes.

He leaned into me, the tip of his nose digging into the blazing skin of my cheek close to my ear. His hot breath fanned my skin, mingling with my scent into something exhilarating.

"Leila," he said my name, his fingers circling my clit in bigger and deeper swirls that denoted so much skill and careful intention I couldn't stop crushing his hand between my legs to keep it there.

"Tell me what you want," he demanded in a sultry tone, his teeth nipping at my earlobe.

I gripped harder onto the steering wheel, my foot gently slamming onto the brakes as we reached a red traffic light.

It almost felt like a relief, finally being able to close my eyes briefly and allowing myself to savour the feeling of his fingers edging me and drawing pleasure I never knew existed buried somewhere deep inside me.

I intended to sigh, my chest puffed out when his lips attacked my neck, his teeth nibbling softly on my skin.

I softly twisted to my side, throwing my head back with a sharp arch of my back. That was definitely leaving a mark and I wasn't complaining.

If not him, who else would leave such trails of shared passion on my skin? Certainly, no one my body would allow to.

His index finger slipped into my pussy while his thumb flicked over my clit. "Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you," his voice grew firm and demanding.

He added his middle finger, the intensity of his abilities multiplying by a dozen. I felt electrified and speechless, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I could feel and hear my juices lap around his fingers as he thrusted them in and out in a savouring manoeuvre, my walls tightening and loosening in cooperation with the command of his touch.

"Please, make me cum," the dirty words rolled off my tongue breathlessly, the intensity of the intentional edging making my head spin.

His digits curled and swirled around, reaching and teasing my G-spot. I couldn't hold my groans and moans back anymore, tears forming at the corners of my eyes.

"Louder," he growled into my ear, palming and rubbing the edge of his palm against my swollen clit.

"Please! Please! Please! Nik—"

"Cum for me," he breathed authoritatively, his hand fully cupping my throbbing heat.

"Fuck," I shuddered, dropping my head onto the steering powerlessly as I felt my orgasm takeover and spread to every nerve cell in my body.

My limbs quivered, my stomach so fuzzy I nearly couldn't feel it. He still continued rubbing my clit in its sensitive state, making it impossible for me to sit still while my body peaked.

For a couple of seconds, my body wasn't mine and neither was my heart pounding hard in my chest. Something that transcended the physical took over, and I couldn't get over it.

I lifted my head at the sound of honking, instantly resuming driving when I figured the traffic light had just turned green and the car in front of ours had already begun moving.

With my legs slammed shut and still quivering from my orgasm, I put as much focus on the road as responsibly as I could.

Nikolai slowly withdrew his hand from between my legs, a muffled chuckle resounding shortly after. I briefly looked at him, questioning the half-smirk stretching his lips.