Page 18 of Drawn to You
Brittney shivers and doesn’t resist my pull. She falls into my arms instead.
I lean against the wall and cup her face, pulling it to me while trapping her between my legs. I resist the urge to devour her and brush her lips as light as my lust allows. I missed how good her lips tasted.
Brittney mewls like a little kitten and it stirs me more. I turn us around and pin her on the wall of the tub.
I kiss her ear, her chin, her neck, and her collarbone. My lips trail along her snowy valley, and then I peel her top off. Her small but perky breasts are so beautiful, snowy with pink pearly tips. I don’t hesitate to taste them.
“Oh, Andrew!” Brittney whimpers. “You should stop.”
Is she serious? No, she isn’t. She’s gripping my shoulders, pulling me to her.
“Do you want me to?” I stop what I’m doing and ask.
She doesn’t speak for a moment, and then she says. “No.”
I resume what I’m doing, sucking her swollen rosy buds over and over, making her squirm. I reach a hand to her bottom, teasing her over the tiny strip of fabric before shoving a finger into it. She’s all slippery down there. My dick jolts violently in my boxers.
“You’re so wet, Britt,” I rasp into her ear while kissing her.
She giggles. “What do you expect? We’re in a spa.”
I chuckle at her humor. Sassy little girl.
“Are you sure it’s the only reason you’re wet?” I whisper. “I have nothing to do with it?”
She trembles as I tease the shell of her ear. “Mmm, maybe a little.”
I smirk and press my hardness into her belly. “Good, we’re even, Britt. Look what you did to me.”
She gasps. “Are you saying I’m responsible for that?”
I chuckle as I roll my eyes. “Damn, Britt. No. I just get hard whenever I’m in the Jacuzzi.”
“Oh, my God!” she gasps as if she doesn’t get my joke. And then her hand reaches to feel me and her eyes widen. “Wow!”
Fuck. That innocent look is such a turn-on. I lift her out of water and place her on the edge of the tub, kissing her belly and her pubic area over her bikini bottom.
She resists at first, her thighs close tightly together. But I insist by biting her thighs playfully and stroking her butt crack at the same time. Cooing, she spreads her legs apart, inch by inch. I tug her bottom down and drink in the sight of her beautiful, glistening pussy, while she shudders at my hungry stares.
I bend over and bury my head between her thighs, stroking her lovely folds with my tongue, and strum her swollen nub. Brittney grips my shoulders and moans softly. “What’re you doing to me, Andrew? It feels so good.”
I grunt as I push two fingers into her warm channel, and she yelps with surprise.
I like that reaction. Shit. It sounds as if it’s the first time anyone touches her down there. Surely it can’t be true. Brittney is too beautiful a girl to be ignored by guys.
“Has any other guy touched you before, Britt?” I have to find out.
She shakes her head. “You’re the first, Andrew.”
“No way,” I say, swallowing. How could it be true?
I thrust my fingers deeper, and suck in a breath when I feel the barrier. Her hymen is there. Her cherry hasn’t been popped.
I pause, thinking about what to do. I shouldn’t go further. But she feels so damn good. Her walls are tight, and my cock is eager to get in there.
“Don’t stop,” she begs. “I like you inside me.”
Her eyes are misty, and the lust in them makes it hard for me to breathe.
