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Bella gasps and squirms as my tongue hits her warm center. I can't stop tracing the soft design with my thumb, and from the way she responds as I brush over the bottom edge of the heart, that seems more than okay with Bella.
She reaches for my hair with both hands and twists and tugs as the pressure builds within. I lap at her lightly as she thrashes fiercely on the bed with her orgasm, creating external waves to match the cresting inside.
Eyes closed, blissed-out smile, rocking gently, she might be sunbathing in the middle of Lake Como.
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"C'mere, big boy," Bella says through quirked lips, crooking a finger to match her invitation.
I crawl my way up her body, pausing to drop a gentle kiss next to that gold hoop and nudge the metal with my cheek. Dang, that shit drives me batty.
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me in for a kiss. "Thank you." I love that she doesn't shy away from her taste on my tongue, because I need everything she has to offer right now.
Suddenly, she twists and rolls us over so she's on top and I'm captured below.
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She tucks my hands beneath my head and tightens her thighs around my hips. Her bare ass presses against the fabric of my slacks. The sloshing motion around us echoes the waves of pleasure building inside me. And yet, I'm trapped.
She peels off her top, revealing a lavender push-up bra. And it's then I notice a curious object poking out the side of the cup. She grins and reaches in, grasping the object between two fingers and brandishing a condom before my very grateful eyes.
"Just one?" I challenge.
"On each side," she giggles. "Off with these pants, baby!"
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I clutch her hips as she rides me. The gentle waves around us churn considerably and I'm ashamed to admit it crosses my mind that if we break this bed, it will be a godawful mess, not to mention an embarrassment I will never live down.
All rational thought is swept away by the pleasurable assault on all five senses that constitutes Bella.
Tasting the remnants of her sex on my tongue.
Hearing our soft rhythmic grunts.
Smelling our rising musk.
Seeing her tits jouncing just below that enraptured expression on her face.
Feeling the squeeze of her around me.