Chapter 175 - 176
When he couldn’t remove his eyes from her long, pale legs and the many contours and curves that defined her impressively developed figure, she hugged one of her arms in a bashful manner and struggled to meet his eyes.
"How long are you going to stand there?"
Suppressing a gulp, he realized that she was waiting for him to follow suit and quickly stripped down to his unders, the two staring at one another with quiet, emboldened fascination. Realizing that he had to do something, Alistar closed the distance between them and placed a hand on Lessa’s blushing face, initiating an invigorating, heartfelt kiss. Their enthusiasm only grew in the moments that followed, though they parted after a few minutes when something seemed to draw her attention.
"That’s..."
He nodded, conscious of the heat on his face as he followed her gaze downward. She didn’t say anything more, simply stared down with open interest as he pulled her back into another exchange of quiet kisses. Bodies pressing into one another, they began to move more rapidly and with more force, both subconsciously settling atop the comforter-covered bed as they continued to revel in the other’s closeness.
Pulling back and staring down at Lessa with hesitant eyes, Alistar was reassured when she reached up and began to run her hands over his chest and down the length of his midsection, exploring the lean, muscular frame that he worked so hard to maintain. Seeing that she seemed to be enjoying herself just as much as he was, a sudden spurt of bravery spurred him into tugging at the cloth wrap that bound her breasts, the strip of fabric landing atop the cold, stone floor as it fell from his confident hand with the shadow of a sound.
She instinctively pulled back, but only for a moment, her shoulders going lax as she laid herself bare before his wide-eyed gaze in the moments that followed.
These are Lessa’s...
He trailed off as his mind went blank, mesmerized by what seemed to be the most beautiful sight that he had ever laid eyes on. Her silver stare was resolute and desirous, her expression one of anticipation and a subtle sort of courage as she slowly reached a hand upward to slide a length of braided hair from her pretty, flushed face. Although he had already seen her chest on the day that he and his friends had gone swimming at the Greyline, the current, intimate atmosphere was incomparable to the lighthearted and accidental one from before and thus the experience felt entirely new to him.