Chapter Six
When Emma stirred, stretched slightly with a satisfied hum that could truthfully be called a purr, Drew began moving his hands. Lazily, he played with her fingers, explored her arms, caressed her thighs. When a light tension seeped into her body, he moved to her breasts, plumping them gently, scraping her n*****s with his thumbs. Her skin was damp from the steam and his hands felt rough and hard. He dipped them into the bath water and poured a stream down her center and over her breasts. He did it again, then massaged the water into her before pulling on her n*****s.
She angled her hips down, rubbing against his d**k, which had fully recovered from the blow job and was ready to sit up and beg.
He sat up himself, taking her with him, turned off the jets and flipped the drain
