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I've taken my share of turns in Vegas lap dance chairs, the humiliation almost always blotting out any stimulation I may have experienced. Ever envious of Jasper and Emmett's ease, I've never gotten past the awkwardness and impersonality to be able to truly enjoy myself.
But when Bella turns to face me, plants her hands on my shoulders, and throws a leg across my lap, there's only feverish arousal and an overwhelming sense of gratitude.
She peels off my shirt and unties the string at her neck, tossing away the insubstantial bra and angling a hardened nipple into my mouth.
-o-
She arches into me and I oblige with great pleasure, tonguing and nibbling. She grinds harder and faster and probably if she hadn't spoiled me earlier today I'd be unable to contain myself.
Happily, she did, and I can.
She grants my hands permission to touch her by placing them directly on her ass, more of an order than a request, and I squeeze and rock her harder and faster yet.
Her eyes pinch shut with glorious effort as she climbs toward her completion, rutting against me.
I clamp down on her nipple and she cries out in ecstasy.
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It's rare that Bella seems embarrassed, but as she comes down from her high, she averts her eyes from mine.
"That was sexy as fuck, Bella." My thumbs draw tiny circles on either side of her belly.
She peeks up at me shyly. "I didn't mean to …finish like that. I've been thinking about …dancing for you since we left Frederick's."
"That's awesome. You've been wearing this the whole time?"
She nods, relaxing into a beautiful smile.
"Wow," I respond. "I'm so glad I didn't know that."
Bella giggles. "Why?"
"Bella, look at me. This is indecent!"
"No. It's perfect."
A/N: Somebody got herself GOOD and worked up! Doesn't she know it's the lapp-ee who's supposed to get off? Oh, Edward. Indecent? Methinks NOT! XXX ~BOH