Chapter 7

For about an hour, they prowled around the pool, ordering Ed to give them the wine left in the mansion to drink. Surprisingly, Ed was the first to pass out on one of the loungers that surrounded the pool. At the time, Casey and Margarita were definitely doing their own thing together in the hot tub and Jessica and Shanice went inside to get some items to give Ed a "makeover".

"Let them do it," Julie whispered in Brad's ear.

He immediately nodded, got out of the pool and helped Julie out. She did not let go of his hand but pulled him behind her back into the house.

As he walked behind her, he said in a whiny child's voice, "I'm scared. I don't want to go."

Julie stopped, climbed on top of him, and hugged him as much as she could.

Taking the cue, Brad took her into the bedroom and set her up on the bed. Pausing as they looked at each other, she dragged him straight to the bathroom and handed him a towel. As he dried himself in the dim light of the bedside lamp, he watched Julie wrap a towel through her cropped hair. At this length, it looks great whether it's neat or messy.

When the two were dry, save for their wet clothes, they stopped, looked at each other, the air tense and Brad broke it.

"I'll do it if you want," he smiles.

Julie blushed slightly, but smiled back at him.

"It wouldn't be smart to go to bed with wet clothes, would it?"

"That's completely stupid," Brad agreed, his hand running over his stomach to the button of a pair of shorts he'd borrowed.

"Really stupid," Julie nodded, reaching back to unfasten the laces of her bikini top.

Two black ropes hung down the sides of her stomach, the top held in place by the rope around her neck. Brad could see the mischievous grin on her face, the slight blush on her cheeks and chest, and he realized that his own breathing was racing.

Throwing his guard against the wind, he shrugs his hips and pushes his shorts off, dropping them to the ground in one swift motion.

“Remember that the water is cold,” he added with a smug grin.

Her eyes moved to her face.

"Poor baby. I guarantee you'll be warmed up."

With that, Julie leaned back and pulled the other button of her bikini top, letting it fall to the floor. Brad took a deep breath when he saw her breasts, nice and toned, not too big, but the right size for a pretty figure. Her nipples were tight from the cold water, he wanted to take them in his mouth.

"Like what you see?" Julie bit her lip waiting for her answer.

“Hoter than I could have imagined,” Brad said immediately. "Beautiful."

"Oh, you're not sweet," she replied, delighted with his compliment.

"Honestly."

"Oh, Mr. Honest, you'd better dry off before you go to bed. One of us is already quite wet."

Julie blushed a little more as she finished her sentence, but her words had an immediate effect on Brad and he quickly wiped her wet middle with a towel as he walked around. double bed.

Julie laughs as he jumps as he dries, earning a smile from Brad in return. Seeing how shameless he was, she quickly took off her bikini bottoms and dried herself off with her towel before going down to the bed beside him.

Brad's arm was outstretched and Julie jumped in immediately, hugging him tightly.

"Are you cold?" she whispered a moment later.

"Yes."

"Me too. Hug me tight," Julie commanded, rolling over and pulling her behind him.

Brad wrapped his arm around her waist as his legs slid, matching his position under the cover. Her ass was freezing cold above her knees, but it was Julie's bare ass. It couldn't be made of ice and he wouldn't care about it anyway. He traced his fingers in a small circle around his navel.

"Good job," she whispered, poking her head between Brad and the pillow.

For Brad, there's something incredibly intimate and warm about the way their bodies fit together. He realized they were both making subtle adjustments unintentionally, the tips of her feet sliding between her legs, her calves behind her with her feet wrapped around his. Her hand found his arm and she pulled it toward her body, sliding it between her breasts as his right side slid from her navel to between her and the bed, wrapping her arms around him, wrapping her arms around him until when they are as tight together as possible. it is in.

There's nothing erotic about it, he realizes, just the amazing intimacy their two bodies hug as if they were made for each other.

"Oh my God," Julie whispered in his ear. "I could stay like this all night."

"Uh... me too," Brad admitted. "And I'm not the cuddly type."

"But that's sweet..."

"I know," he admitted. "This is..."

He felt her neck tighten as his erect head froze her clitoris, and hearing her exhale was a wonderful sound in his ears. Brad turned his head and kissed her softly, a soft, gentle brush of his lips over her jaw.

He felt her hand squeeze his cock a little tighter as he slid his lips a little more along her jawline until his breath hit the soft, sensitive skin under her. ear.

Julie groaned softly as he stood there, blowing at her with tender intensity. Her hand raised, fingers interlaced in her hair, gently tilting his head to kiss her again.

Brad licks his neck, barely touching his skin, his lips are softer than ever in his life, purely out of instinct when he experiences something beautiful. He felt Julie curl his hips in a luxurious caress, pulling him up and down her soft slit, feeling her welcome with his stimulation.

His lips moved down her neck, brushing over her collarbone as her entire body moved forward, his lips moving up her neck as he entered her.

Julie's head is tilted back, exposing her neck as she mutters her name.

"Bad."

Her body moved in response, back arching as her head turned back, pelvis tilted, welcoming another inch into her.