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Bella grasps the ribbon on either side of my neck and coaxes my head down to hers, not that I need much coaxing. We kiss sloppily until I can't breathe.
"Give me ten minutes?" Bella grabs her duffle and glides to the bedroom. I'm jumping out of my skin and checking my watch every thirty seconds.
Oh, to be a fly on the wall as she changes into my very own Bella Amie: rolling those stockings up to her thighs and stepping into her shoes; situating the G-string; wrapping herself into the satin corset; and clipping the garters into place.
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"Ready?" I croak from outside my bedroom door.
"It's only been three minutes," comes her amused response.
"I'm dying here, Bella."
The door opens, and there stands my fantasy come to life, exponentially better than my wildest imaginings. I'm not proud to admit I spent a fair amount of time ogling the model on the lingerie site. Without a doubt, Bella fills out the boning and the stockings and that magical space in between …breathe, Edward …exceedingly better than any air-brushed girl.
Holding the corset together with a hand behind her back, she takes my hand and draws me inside.
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"This is a two-person job," she explains. "Actually, I just stand here and you do all the work."
I realize she's talking to me and I'm supposed to answer, or maybe even move my fingers to the task of lacing, but I'm totally frozen in place.
I'd erroneously believed the back would be easier to manage, without the double threat of her gorgeous tits spilling over the top of the lace-trimmed boning. But I was wrong. Because the undeniable perfection of her barely-covered cheeks and the garters trailing down to her stockings where the seams start down her thighs—
"Edward?"
A/N: He is so gone. If you're interested in seeing this corset, there's a link on my Facebook page- come visit us at Born's Pumpkin Patch! XXX ~BOH