Once
the shower was done, Garrett handed her his white button-down before he went
down to his Jeep and Edward’s truck to get some extra clothes. She giggled,
putting it on, then went rummaging for some panties. She found a pair of white,
lacy boy shorts.
“Before you put
them on—” Edward cooed, holding the jeweled butt plug that Essie left on her
bed “—let’s slip this inside of you, love.” Bella blushed and felt a rush of
arousal between her legs. Edward and Garrett had come to an understanding that,
other than the butt plug, they would not do anything more today that was
sexual. They wanted to shower Bella with affection, sweet kisses, and warm
hugs, spoiling her as she described it.
“Where
do you want me?” Bella asked, her voice breathy.
“On the bed,”
Edward said. The linens had been stripped—her orgasms had soaked them. While
Bella was blow-drying her hair, Garrett and Edward remade the bed, but the
smell of sex, arousal, and desire still hung in the air. Bella laid down on the
bed, leaning on her elbows. “Hmmmm, on your hands and knees, love. Show me your
pretty ass.”
“Such a
dirty mouth,” Bella chided gently, moving so she was on all fours.
“I’m
not as bad as Garrett,” Edward chuckled, gently spreading her legs. “But, if
you like it, I will gladly do it.”
“I do like it,” she
whispered, wiggling her ass. “Your voice is like velvet and fire. It’s hot.”
“I
never thought of it that way,” Edward murmured, running his fingers through her
lower lips. He wasn’t surprised to feel how wet she was. “So responsive, Bella.
Did my voice make you this wet?”
“And what you’re going to do to me,” she whispered, bucking against his hand.
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