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I narrow the gap between us, then place my hand on her hip, guiding her firmly so there's no mistaking it. Bella turns back in surprise, but one look at my serious expression erases any lingering doubt. I am hard and ready inside my trousers, and she can surely feel it through the thin leggings tightly outlining her ass.
"The Como," I say simply, pulling her to a halt before the Great Water Bed Experiment of 1995.
Bella giggles softly as I toss her onto the bed. Waves slosh gently under and around her.
"I need to see that heart."
-o-
I watch hungrily as she promptly complies, hooking her thumbs into the waistband and wriggling out of her shoes and pants in one swift, graceful maneuver. Does the girl even own panties?
"Fuuuuuuck." I'm stupid with lust.
She splits her legs apart and folds her hands behind her head, causing her pink cotton tank top to ride up and reveal a thin gold hoop.
Later.
Right now, that dark heart-shaped patch is almost more than I can handle. I trace the two humps with the pads of my fingers, reserving for last the inevitable downward slide toward the pointy tip.
A/N: Lake Como is a lovely place. Google it if you haven't had the good fortune to visit. Oh, honey, remember our first night there? ;) XXX ~BOH