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Pressing her chest against mine, she kisses me gently, her tongue slipping between my lips and finding mine. Her fingers play across my shoulders, down my chest, and lower. Bella's eyes sparkle with delight when her hand reaches my bare flesh, so hard and ready for her inside my boxers.
She rises seductively, grasps and yanks one thin, red tie with each hand, sending the teeny tiny scrap of fabric to the floor.
"This way, my sweet Dirtyboi. I promised you a shower."
I follow her perfect ass to the bathroom, stepping out of shorts and boxers on the way.
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Bella goes straight for the shower gel. She moves behind me and soaps up my shoulders, my back, and my ass. She makes no further pretense about trying to get me clean. I steady myself against the tiles as she reaches between my legs, caressing my balls and running her hand up and down my shaft.
"That feel good, baby?" she asks rhetorically, her chin hooked over my shoulder and her tits pressed against my back.
"Mmmmm."
But it's not enough. I twist so that we're facing each other, and I let her see the raw need in my eyes.
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"I want you, Bella." I'm not sure where I muster the confidence to lift her onto my hips, but she instantly locks her ankles behind me and latches on. I walk us to the corner and press her back to the wall, which lends enough support that I can lift her onto my very happy cock.
Her eyes widen in surprise, and I realize I've inadvertently taken something that may not have been offered.
"Bella, I'm—"
And she, who has always been ready with a condom, shakes her head and says, "Don't."
Instantly miserable, I lift her off me.
A/N: And here's where my Ladies of the Patch gave me their sage advice...remember? XXX ~BOH