Chapter 83 INSTANT SWIMSUIT
Edeline
He turned toward me, casually shrugging as he unbuckled his belt. “Are you wearing panties and a bra?” he asked with a hint of amusement.
I nodded in response.
“Okay, got it,” he said, tossing aside his belt with a grin. “Let me introduce you to the instant swimsuit. Let’s go; it’ll be fun!”
He then stripped off his pants, revealing a fit physique in just his boxers. My gaze lingered a moment longer than I intended before a cool breeze brushed against my skin, making me shiver.
“Understood,” I murmured quietly, slipping out of my top to reveal the red lace bra that covered my chest. As I watched Darius settle into the hot water amidst the forest, I unfastened my shorts and slid them down, exposing matching red lace booty shorts. With Darius around, I felt at ease—he had seen me in far less before. In that moment, I wasn’t focused on any particular emotions.
I sank into the warm water, letting the soothing sensation envelop my skin. It felt like floating through a dream, weightless and serene.
The hot spring pool was about 8 feet wide, giving us plenty of space. Darius settled on one side, leaning against the natural rock shelf that formed a bench around the pool’s inner edge. I joined him, our legs gently pushing us apart as a peaceful calm settled over us.
“This is incredibly pleasurable,” I exclaimed, my voice filled with contentment.
He let out a soft breath. “It really is.”
We sat in silence, enjoying the tranquility. My thoughts were hazy, unable to focus on anything, even Percival. Instead, I found myself captivated by the moon above and the gentle wisps of steam rising from the glowing pool.
I felt a gaze on me and turned to find Darius’s piercing blue eyes fixed on my face.
“What?” I asked, a playful frown forming as I met his gaze. I liked seeing this side of him.
He sighed. “Your mom never made you that tea, did she?” He paused, collecting his thoughts.
Oh no.
“Um… I completely forgot. Is everything okay?” I asked, noticing how tightly he clenched his jaw. If he was losing control, we might need to leave.
“Yes,” he said, his voice steady. “I’ll be fine. No need to worry.” He glanced at the mark on my neck left by Percival’s wolf, his gaze lingering.
Feeling a sudden urge to drift aimlessly in the pool, I started to rise, but firm hands grasped my hips and pulled me back onto his lap, my back now facing him.
“Hello,” I said, a mix of surprise and frustration in my voice. “I was trying to float!”
I shifted my gaze, frowning slightly as I studied the side of his face, trying to understand his sudden move.
His face showed no emotion as he gently pulled me closer, wrapping his arms around my waist. I leaned my head back against his shoulder, feeling a sense of comfort wash over me.
Darius always gives me big hugs when I feel sad or need to feel close to someone. He is really good at knowing what I need.
But when I felt something hard against my back, I quickly looked forward and saw him with a surprised face.
This has never happened before.
"Um... Maybe it would be a good idea for me to think about moving... It looks like you have an... There seems to be a problem down there," I said, my eyes fixed on his, which had become noticeably darker, leaving me silent and surprised.
He shook his head and his face turned serious. "No. Everything is okay."
There it is. At age 17, he leaned his head against the wall and didn't seem to be upset. I did the same thing without thinking about it and leaned back against him. Because of the booze, it was hard to tell the difference between black and white, so everything was unclear.
We stayed like that for a while, but I couldn’t ignore the way his... firmness... kept growing beneath me. It wasn’t really uncomfortable, just odd. It felt unusual, but not necessarily wrong. I mean, he was a guy, after all.
The tequila and medication were starting to hit me harder, leaving my thoughts in a fuzzy haze. His hands roamed over my body, gripping my hips and pulling me closer.
I was caught off guard.
Before I could say anything, his fingers began to gently trace my thighs. The touch was unexpectedly soothing, making every nerve in my body tingle with heightened sensitivity. I tried to think about something else, but I couldn’t help but focus on the delightful sensation of his fingers brushing my inner thighs.
The tingles moved lower, stirring something deep inside me—something I recognized all too well.
Desire.
This wasn’t right. It felt so intense and so enjoyable, though. A soft sound of pleasure slipped from my lips as I leaned into him, letting him continue his tender touch. The tightness in my stomach flared up again.
I felt powerless to stop him...
Not that I really wanted to.
He moved one hand up my stomach, his fingers slipping under the front of my bra. I suddenly felt a rush of freedom as my breasts were exposed. Looking down, I saw that he’d unclasped my bra and tossed it aside.
“Darius!” I was taken aback.
“Shh...” His warm breath against my ear made my heart race with anticipation. The room was thick with desire as his hands gently explored and teased my breasts, sending waves of pleasure through me.
“Darius, we should stop,” I managed to say, my voice trembling as his lips traveled down my neck, kissing, licking, and nibbling.
I couldn’t even remember what I’d just said. The sensations were overwhelming, my mind growing foggier, like I’d had three more shots instead of gradually sobering up.
Taking a deep breath, I let myself sink onto him, feeling his arousal pressing against me as his hands continued their journey down to my thighs.
“You smell amazing,” he whispered against my neck. I was taken aback when I felt his finger trace up my lace-covered center, his knees parting my legs to continue his touch.