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“Are you too cold or do you want to swim in the lap pool?” Andrew asks.
First off, I’m not the adventurous type. I see this type of weather, I head back inside and curl up on the sofa with a book. Second, swimming in the rain sounds like a bad idea all around.
But I can’t resist him. It’s not even lunchtime, and there’s not a lot to do indoors, especially with the cable system finally failing.
“Let’s do it,” I nod.
He takes my hand and leads me to the pool, which stretches alongside the house. It’s sleek and elongated, which reminds me of a ribbon unfurling. Surrounded by a tiled deck, it’s fairly empty save for a heavy-looking daybed.
Andrew starts walking on the steps that lead into the water. I follow him and hiss when the ice-cold water touches my skin.
He turns to me and smirks, “I’ll keep you warm. I promise.”
I’m not wearing a bikini so I take a deep breath, my bare feet lightly skimming the water before letting it envelop me up to my calf. The initial shock of coolness sends a shiver through my body. I submerge slowly, teeth chattering and arms wrapping around my waist. My body eventually adjusts to the cold, only for my gaze to land on Andrew’s naked chest.
He dives down and I lose him for a moment before his hands hold onto my legs, running them upward until he’s standing right in front of me, hands gripping my hips. He doesn’t waste time and runs his tongue between my lips, coaxing me to open up for him.
The cold is gone, replaced by burning need.
His tongue plunges into the hot recess of my mouth, making me moan and clutch his biceps for support. He backs me into one corner of the pool, lifts me, and settles me on the deck, jerking my butt to the edge. I open my legs so he’s right in my center, hands cupping my face and fucking my mouth with his.
I melt into him, forgetting our surroundings, forgetting the cold and the storm. All that matters is him and me and this all-consuming desire.
I dig my nails on his back. He responds by wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me ever closer to the edge until my entrance is almost flush with his abs. He slips his hands into the waistband of my shorts and I just let him. He starts to pull it down and groans, burying his face in the crook of my neck. “Andrea, fuck. What is this?”
When I look down, a flush creeps along my cheeks and on my chest. I realize I haven’t worn panties. They’re in the bathroom, still drying.
Andrew rests his forehead on mine, breathing heavily. “Is this for me? Because if it is, I’m gonna repay you in the only way I know how.”
I whimper breathily, “How?”
He smirks and tugs my shorts, sliding them down my legs and throwing them beside me. I lean back with my palms on the tiles, already having an idea where this is going. Without him telling me to, I take off my shirt, leaving me in nothing but a lacy bra—something I bought specifically for him.
He spreads my legs and runs his hands along my inner thighs, stopping just before he reaches the junction. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and lightly bites it before trailing kisses down the column of my throat, the valley between my breasts, over my stomach, and when he reaches my pussy, he gently pushes my shoulders so I’m lying on the deck, spread out and fully exposed to him.
I watch as he lowers his head and feel a jolt of electricity down my spine as he flattens his tongue on my clit. I try to reach out for something to hold on to but there’s nothing so I grab his hair as he licks and sucks. He digs his fingers into my thighs, pushing his face further as he slides his tongue into my wet channel. My legs begin to shake as the sensations threaten to overwhelm me.
He’s mouth-fucking me like a man on his last meal. The rain pelts my face and goes into my mouth as I thrash wildly, moan loudly, and unashamedly scream his name. He drapes my legs over his shoulder and eats me with wild abandon.
My first orgasm hits me like a freight train. I try to scoot away from him but he grabs me and continues to suck on my swollen and oversensitive button. I screw my eyes shut, body shuddering. When the trembling subsides, he smiles at me, face coated with my juices.
“One more, baby girl.”
At first, I don’t know what he’s talking about, then I feel something long slide into my snug walls.
Something breaks through the fog. “Wait!” I yell.
He stops and asks, “What is it? You don’t like this?”
“No. No, it’s not that. I have to tell you something.”
“Now?” He tilts his head to his finger inside me.
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “Now.”
He takes out his finger and helps me sit up.
“I’m a virgin,” I say in a rush.
