Page 52 of You Belong With Me

Is she really in there chasing the relief I denied her earlier?

Before I can stop myself, my hand flies to the door and comes down hard against the wood three times.

The sound of water sloshing around lets me know I startled her, and then Alana’s meek voice calls out, “Yes?”

Without a second thought, I open the bathroom door and walk into the bright white room. Alana is sitting in the large claw-foot bathtub, her purple hair still dry and piled high on top of her head. Her skin is pale, and the hot water is making her face flush pink. She doesn’t cover herself up, though. Instead, she leans back into the tub and looks at me with a mix of surprise and pleasure. Her nipples are erect, and they greet me proudly as I stare at them.

“Were you in here touching yourself, Alana?” I ask, my eyes raking over her naked body.

She slowly smiles and responds in a quiet voice, an eyebrow arching up in challenge. “I’m just taking a bath.”

I take a step closer to her and run my finger along the edge of the tub. “Bad girls who lie get punished,” I reply with a smirk. Alana’s eyes sparkle as she bites down on her lip, nodding in agreement.

I reach out to grab her by the hand and pull her up out of the tub, but she stops me.

“I’m not getting out,” she says.

“Why not?” I ask to see where this is going.

“Because I’m not ready yet,” she says simply.

I furrow my brow and shake my head. She stares at me with a blank face, but I can see the mischievousness in her eyes.

“Well,” I say carefully. “If you’re not ready yet, then what should I do while I wait?”

Alana’s lips curl up into a devilish grin, and she replies, “You could join me.”

Without another word, I strip. I grab the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head. Alana’s eyes never leave mine until I toss the shirt aside. She then looks at my exposed chest and stomach hungrily.

She sits up in the tub, her breasts still visible beneath the water’s rippling surface. Her eyes travel down my body. I feel my cock throb when she reaches out a hand to touch me. Before she can make contact, I slowly reach down and grab her hand. She pulls against my grip to free herself, but I hold fast, and she finally gives up with an annoyed sigh.

“I want to touch you,” she pouts, and I shake my head in response.

Alana watches, frustrated, as I undress: I kick off my shoes and slide my pants down my legs, revealing my fully erect cock. Alana’s eyes widen at the sight hanging heavily between my legs, and she sits up and leans forward. I reach down to stroke myself, and Alana’s eyes follow my hand.

“You’re so hard,” she says with a hungry smile.

I stroke roughly, from the tip down to the base of my shaft, my eyes never leaving her. “Do you think you can take it all?”

Alana’s eyes never leave my cock, and she nods.

“I like the way you think,” I say with a devilish grin, and I drop my hand so that I can climb into the tub with her. The hot water feels good against my skin as I sit down across from Alana. I can feel her eyes burning into me, and when our gazes lock, something inside me stirs.

My hand reaches out for Alana’s and pulls her to me until she’s straddling my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer, her slick body sliding against mine. The heat emanating from between us intensifies as our lips meet in a passionate kiss. Her lips taste sweet like honey and feel even better than I remember.

We explore each other’s mouths hungrily, neither of us wanting the kiss to end. I move my hands along her curves, and they reach the back of her thighs. I roughly grasp them and lift her off me.

“Sit on the side of the tub. Now,” I command, and she complies without hesitation.

Alana eases herself onto the edge of the tub, her legs parting to reveal her cunt. Her soft pink labia are slightly open from the angle, and I can feel her body trembling as my eyes drink in the sight before me. A low moan escapes her lips as our eyes meet, and my arousal builds even higher.

My fingers inch toward her skin and part her pussy lips. I lean forward and blow cool air against her slick wetness. A gasp flies from her mouth, and her legs open wider.

“My God, you have the prettiest little cunt I’ve ever seen,” I breathe, and Alana blushes.

My head dips down, and I press my lips against her clit, giving it the gentlest of kisses. With my left hand, I pull her closer to me and lazily swipe through her inner lips with two fingers on my right hand. I go back and forth three times and watch her squirm on the side of the tub. Then I slowly push two fingers inside her. Alana shivers, and I lean over the plant kisses along the inside of her thighs.

Her legs involuntarily squeeze together, and I mumble, “Open your legs, Alana.”

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