“Can I take your shirt off?” I asked in a breathy pant.
Bella nodded as I lifted the shirt higher, my eyes catching on her fuckhot tattoo. When the material was out of the way I didn’t stop and ask to remove her bra I just reached behind her and undid it. That joined her shirt on the floor, the start of a growing pile of clothes.
“You too,” Bella panted as her fingernails raked down my stomach.
Once my shirt was off I pulled Bella forward so that her tits pressed against my chest; the coolness of her piercings a deep contrast to the heat of our skin. I kissed her hard, my hands tangled in the messy curls of her hair as Bella shifted her hips to rub against my crotch. I could feel the undeniable heat that seeped through her jeans and I knew I had to feel it.
“Bella, baby, lie down,” I grunted as I tried to move her off my lap.
Bella quickly slid onto her back on my bed. The sight of her dark hair splayed out against the comforter was so beautiful. Her skin was so soft and pale as it glowed in the moonlight.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whispered as I leaned down to kiss her lips.
“Let me make you feel good,” I purred against her open mouth.
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