As Paul got Jamie tucked into bed, Bella used the bathroom. She was tempted to shower, and one good look at her dirty feet decided it for her.
Bella carefully removed the thin dress and hung it on the back of the bathroom door, along with her bra and underwear. She found clean towels in the cabinet and pulled one out, leaving it on the counter. She had barely turned on the shower before someone tapped at the bathroom door.
"Bella," Paul cooed from the other side.
"My feet are gross. I'll be right out."
"Let me in. Pretty please? Do you want me to piss in the kitchen sink?"
She sighed and unlocked the door before climbing into the shower. Paul chuckled as he stepped inside and immediately unzipped his fly. Bella tried not to focus on the sound of him peeing, knowing he'd probably undress and join her as she shoved her head under the water. She needed the 'reset' and release the frustration built throughout the day. Not to mention still being slightly sticky on one thigh after Paul fucked her on her old lab table.
The lid dropped on the toilet, making her jump, and she supposed she was glad he didn't just flush and scald her. A couple of minutes passed, and when she didn't hear him leave the room, she opened the door to see what he was doing. The door swung open as she gaped at him, suddenly feeling heated.
What was that dumb phrase Renee used? Hot and bothered? Yeah. Definitely hot and bothered.
Paul was facing her, directly meeting her gaze as he worked the buttons of his shirt open with one hand while stroking his growing erection through his open zipper.
Bella was breathless as he slowly unbuttoned his black shirt, grinning as she recalled how he'd ripped his shirt apart in her dream. He yanked the sides and tail of his shirt out of his pants before unbuckling his belt. She rushed forward to unbutton his pants, and Paul shoved his left hand into her hair. The sleeve of his black shirt got soaked instantly, and water dripped from her skin, splashing his bare feet.
He tugged at her hair, and she followed the pull, tilting her head back to meet his lips. Bella pushed one hand inside his pants at his hip, sliding it back to squeeze his ass. With a solid shove at his pants and boxers with his other hand and a slight shake of one leg, his pants hit the floor. Bella pulled away to laugh as they both looked down at where a small puddle had accumulated at their feet.
"You're soaking my floor."
She reached for the button at his right wrist, keeping her eyes trained on his as she popped it open. "I'll clean it up. You're soaking something else."
He wagged his eyebrows at her. "I'll clean it up." He made a slurping sound and a licking motion that left her cackling in surprise.
Paul let go of her hair to undo the other wrist cuff as Bella reached behind her to turn off the water. He tilted his head curiously, silently asking what she was doing. Bella sunk to her knees and gestured for him to step closer. Paul smirked as he stepped out of his pants and kicked them behind him, away from the growing puddle under her knees.
Bella wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked it a few times. She stared into his face as she slid her thumb through the drop of pre-cum at the tip, then followed it with her tongue. He held his breath, watching her intently as she wrapped her mouth around him, pulling him in. As soon as the head brushed the back of her throat, Paul moaned, low but loudly. The sound made her hum around him. His hands dove into her hair, and she clutched his ass, tugging him closer.
She focused on her task, loving the pleasure-filled noises he made and the occasional pulse of his cock when she grazed him with her teeth or swirled her tongue around the head. Suddenly, he gripped her hair tight as he pulled his hips back, and she let him slip from her lips. She glared up at him, both loving and hating his tight grip on her hair and the intense wanting she found in his downward gaze. His grip eased as she carefully stood, silently daring him - to do what? Whatever he wanted, at this point.
As he lowered his hands to her ass, Bella lifted one leg to wrap it around his thigh while sliding her hands up his chest to grip his shoulders. He supported her by her ass as she hopped, practically climbing his sturdy frame to wrap her other leg around him. Paul spread his feet apart and squatted somewhat to pull her closer. Bella reached between them to position him, and Paul sunk into her as he stood up fully, keeping a bruising grip on her ass.
Bella moaned as he filled her, stretching her walls as her clit throbbed with anticipation. He turned toward the sink. Bella hissed as her bare skin landed on a chilly surface for the second time that evening - but they had far less room to move on his bathroom countertop.
He adjusted her position slightly as he started moving, sliding into her dripping channel. Paul moved between her legs at a steady pace, keeping her ass just barely perched on the countertop as he hovered over her, burying his face in the crook of her neck and shoulder. Bella's head met the wall behind her with a loud 'thunk' as she dragged her nails down his back, her mouth falling open as her eyes fluttered shut.
Paul chuckled as he rocked into her harder, faster, relentless with his thrusts and roaming hands across her damp skin. She could feel the sensations building, rushing through her abdomen, making her muscles tense and her legs shake as she grew lightheaded.
"Fuck. Paul, baby, please don't stop…"
Did I just fucking call him Baby? He was rubbing off on her in a very different sense. She growled at herself in aggravation as the distracting thought pulled her back from the ledge.
Paul chuckled as he gently bit down on the side of her neck before sucking hard. Bella whimpered, arching toward him. He caught her as the momentum pushed what little of her ass remained supporting her off the counter. Paul slowed his movements to move her, but she gripped the sides of the counter, nearly yelling, "Don't you dare stop."
Her neck kinked, the side of her head pressed against the wall, and she didn't give a damn.
Paul chuckled. "Yes, ma'am. Put your legs on my shoulders."
Her clit throbbed at the instant mental picture, and she nearly kicked him in the chin as she obeyed. He leaned into her and changed his rhythm, growling through clenched teeth, his eyes squeezing shut as Bella raised one hand to brace the wall beside her head. She slid the other between them to stimulate herself, desperately chasing that throbbing blaze of euphoria that felt just slightly beyond her reach.
Paul's eyes opened as the back of her hand brushed against him. He braced his hands on the mirror behind her head and pressed his forehead to hers as he watched her. Bella's legs trembled as she held her breath, feeling a rush of heat flood her face and chest as she tried to stay quiet. Paul grunted as her trembling legs left her sliding forward on the wet surface. Just as she feared Paul might let her slip from the counter entirely, Bella hurriedly gripped the edges to support herself and tilted her hips.
The head of Paul's cock hit just the right spot, and she gasped, nearly wailing as he did it again and again. Her words were barely distinguishable as she begged him, "Please don't stop, never stop…"
Paul reached down to cup her thigh and firmly pressed his fingers against it. Pleasure rushed over her like a tidal wave, and Bella cried out as she came. Her walls clamped around him, and Paul spread her legs wider to bend closer, letting them fall to his sides. His lips crashed into hers, muffling their cries as he half-yelled, half-growled through his final few thrusts, and came inside her.
They both gasped for breath, panting as he pressed his forehead to hers. He kept his eyes closed as he slowly pulled out and lifted Bella from the awkward position she was squished into. Suddenly, she was back on her ass on the counter with Paul hugging her tight to his chest. She hummed, content and dazed, reveling in the warmth surrounding her as she suddenly burst into tears.
Paul's hands splayed over her back as he hugged her tighter and asked, "Bells, what's wrong?"
"Nothing. I don't know." She laughed despite the fresh flood of tears that came with it. It was all so overwhelming. His love for her and how quickly they got lost in each other… No inhibitions, no hesitations. "Everything feels so intense."
He stroked her back with warm hands, quietly shushing her as she shook. As she finally regained her breath, Paul released her to step back and wipe the tears from her cheeks. He sounded exhausted as he stared deeply into her eyes and said, "I love you, Bella. Whether you decide to stay or not. I'll keep loving you, anyway."
The genuine feeling, the sincerity in his words, ripped another sob from her chest as she tried to say, "I love you too." Instead, her words resembled a keening, garbled wail, making him laugh as he pulled her back into his arms. Instead of getting irritated by his laughing at her messy state, it brought a smile to her lips as she buried her face against his shoulder.
"Come on," he said when she began calming again. "Let's finish that shower and go to sleep. You've had a long day."
Bella groaned and rubbed her palms over her face as she thought about it. "What time is it, anyway?"
"Probably around two." Bella groaned louder in protest. Paul laughed and reached to turn the shower back on as she climbed off the counter. "Get back in. I'll clean up this mess. Then I'll check on Jamie and grab us something to sleep in." He stepped out of the way to let her back into the shower.
"Thank you." She gave him a small, grateful smile. As she moved to pass him, Paul gently grabbed her biceps to stop her and kissed the tip of her nose.
"You're always welcome." He let go of her and confiscated her towel to wrap around his waist as she stepped back into the shower.
Bella focused on washing up while he left the room and was rinsing off when he returned. Despite her tiredness, Bella beckoned him into the shower and lovingly washed him. By the time they crawled into bed, it was nearly three. She drifted off to sleep before her head reached the pillow.