Bad Virgin - Page 45

“I definitely have feeling back there.” She muttered as she stood back up.

“Hold on...” I took her right leg in my hand. “There’s something...Oh.”

I would recognize the sight of a woman’s orgasm anywhere, especially when it’s all over the outside of her pussy and dried up in the crevice of her thighs.

“What?” She stood up and looked at me with a confused stare.

“I see you found a way to pass the time while you were waiting on a rescue.” I winked at her.

“Oh my God!” She took a step back and then climbed into the tub. “That’s beyond embarrassing.”

“Don’t be embarrassed. That is what I’d do as well if I thought I was going to freeze to death.” I gave her another wink and walked back towards the living room.

That was surely unexpected.

Heather gave into the examination easily, so I felt like the odds of getting her into my bed before the storm was over were in my favor. While she was soaking and cleaning herself, I sat down in my chair and picked up my drink. The chair had a very strategic location I had never really realized until that moment.

Damn...

The mirror in the bathroom reflected the tub and the mirror reflected off the window. I could watch her bathe without her having any idea. My cock started to swell up in my pants, lusting for the beautiful blonde goddess that was there in the flesh. We had no future and frankly, I didn’t want a future with her, I just wanted to fuck her.

I’m so going to fuck you.

She was the hottest piece of ass I had seen in six years and the fact she was deposited in my lap—figuratively and soon to be literally—was an opportunity I couldn’t pass up. She soaked for nearly forty-five minutes before finally draining the water and standing up.

I watched as the towel glided across her smooth skin and then rubbed the water out of her hair. I had a chuckle when she tied it around her breasts to reenter the living room. She had nothing to hide at that point.

“I’ll be back in a minute.” She picked up her bag and walked around the corner to the bedroom.

“Take your time.” I nodded and smirked.

She shuffled through her bag and then I heard a hairdryer, followed by silence. I was disappointed I couldn’t watch the process, but I decided to just bide my time with my drink and the thoughts I had already turned into permanent memories I would remember long after she was gone.

When she was done, she walked around the corner looking like the same goddess I had seen earlier that day. A fresh pair of yoga pants formed a perfect seal around her ass and the t-shirt she chose to wear was tight on her stomach. The University of Tennessee logo was stretched across her breasts and I couldn’t help but laugh at the word Volunteers along the bottom—I certainly had a lot of wonderful, dirty things she could volunteer to do.

She entered the room and picked up her cell phone, staring at the screen. I watched as she walked to the wall and pressed her charger into the outlet, letting it remain on the table to charge. It wasn’t going to matter much if she did get it charged because the spotty service wasn’t going to let her send or receive calls. She finally got her necessities tended to and walked over to the chair across from me, taking a seat.

She immediately picked up the glass of whiskey and swallowed an impressive gulp. There was color in her skin again and she didn’t seem to have any hint of the time she spent in the cold except for a few light red spots around her feet.

“Are you feeling better?” I lifted my glass and stared at her.

“Much better, thank you.” She nodded. “I really do appreciate you saving me and—just everything you’re doing for me.”

“Are you hungry?” I looked over at the clock on the wall. “It’s technically morning now.”

“I’m okay for now. I don’t think I’m quite ready for food. Did you even sleep?” She followed m

y eyes to the clock.

“No, not really.” I answered honestly.

“I’m feeling pretty worn out.” She sighed and stared at the floor. “Do you have a couch I could crash on hidden anywhere?”

“Don’t be silly, you can sleep in my bed.” I pointed towards the bedroom.

“I’m your guest, I can’t make you sleep on the couch.” She yawned.

“I don’t have a couch, but it is a king-sized bed. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on mine.” I shrugged with a smirk on my face.

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