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"Must…get….you…horizontal!" I am a man on a singular mission.
Bella smiles brilliantly and points over my shoulder. I follow her finger and find nirvana in the form of a very horizontal massage table. She clamps her thighs around my hips as I spin us to the center of the room and flop us down as gracefully as possible onto the table.
I hastily unbutton her blouse while she tugs open my jeans. I lift my face from her belly to warn, "Don't start anything we can't finish."
Bella produces a condom seemingly out of thin air.
"Oh, we're finishing, baby."
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Bella shimmies her pants down and I do the same. Rising onto my knees, I ready myself to enter her. Bella's eyes flick from my stiff erection to my face. She looks as hungry as I feel. I drop forward onto one hand by her side.
"Are you sure this table can hold us, Bella?"
"No, I'm really not," she laughs. "You better not get too rowdy."
"Me?" I laugh, nuzzling, my nose into her breast and slipping her nipple between my teeth.
"Ayyyyyyye! Yes, YOU!"
"Okay, then. Unrowdy it is." As I speak the words, I enter her gently.
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Bella's eyes shine up at me in a way that make me feel bad for taking her in this impersonal place, our shoes and pants all twisted up in the thin sheet that lined the table before we started writhing around.
I still myself inside her.
"What's wrong?" she asks, cupping my cheek.
"Is this okay?"
"Of course. I brought you here."
"It's just…I want you to feel respected."
"Edward…sweetie…I always feel respected by you. Sometimes a girl just wants to feel …wanted."
I close my lips urgently over hers. "Oh, you are wanted, Bella. You are most definitely wanted."
A/N: Gotta love a girl who constantly can pull a condom out of...somewhere! And awwww, Respectward. XXX ~BOH