Chapter 16: Hand Job
The house was silent, shrouded in darkness. The soft breaths of the sleeping household filled the air.
Everyone was asleep—except for one.
Leon lay awake, his body relaxed but his mind sharp. His heart pounded with anticipation as he whispered to himself:
'Alright... Let's do this.'
A wave of clarity washed over him. The darkness melted away, and his vision sharpened. Every detail became vivid—the faint rise and fall of Elaine's chest, the subtle way her lips parted as she exhaled, and, most importantly, the sinful curve of her ass as she lay on her side, back turned toward him.
His gaze lingered.
She was draped in a thin, sheer purple nightgown that clung deliciously to her body. The soft fabric did little to hide the fullness of her hips, the luscious swell of her ass, or the way the lace of her panties peeked through, teasing him with glimpses of forbidden skin.
'Fuck... You might as well be naked,' Leon mused, his lips curling into a smirk.
The way the fabric clung to her body, riding up ever so slightly, left his cock hardening in response. She shifted slightly, her thigh rubbing against itself, causing her gown to rise just a bit more.
'If you sleep dressed like this, what man wouldn't lose control?'