“That wasn’t my question? In fact, I don’t recall asking one. Now strip.”
She crosses her arms over her chest protectively, rather than in defiance. A blush pairs with her discomfort. Maybe that’s her new nickname, Blushing Bella.
No, I don’t like it. The alliteration doesn’t sound right in my head. I’ll stick with the ones I already gave her.
I smirk. “Don’t get shy on me now. I just had you naked with your tits in my mouth.”
I’m not sure how Bella became a prude when she grew up with me by her side. I didn’t expect her to splutter like she’s trying to find the right words to scold me.
“If you need convincing about whether your body is quite literally the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, I suggest you look away from my eyes and farther south.” There’s no point trying to hide the bulge; it's not like I can get it down anyway.
Now that I know what she feels like, being alone with Bella anywhere will make it hard to function.
She stills when she does exactly what I suggested. “Aren’t you tired?” she gasps.
“Spread your legs and find out.”
Bella shudders like the thought physically pains her. I don’t have a virgin kink, but fuck, seeing her blood on me was enough to do me in.
Deflating, she says, “You’re not going to leave, are you?”
“Did I give you the impression that I might?”
It irks me that she doesn’t grace me with a response—like she’s not just physically tired, but also tired of me.
She mutters something under her breath and starts undressing. By some unknown power of inner strength, I manage to stop myself from pulling up the stool just to watch her remove her clothes and instead rummage around the cupboards for something that says serum or bath explosion—I don’t know. Whatever they call the stuff they put into bathtubs to make it all bubbly and shit. Is it just soap? Fuck if I know. It’s not like I’ve had the fortune to take a bath with Bella before.
I find a little bottle of oil I stole from Millie and put a couple of drops into the water. Followed by soap.
Bella barely gives me a chance to admire her naked body before she practically jumps into the tub, hugging her knees to her chest. The water sloshes around her, a thousand tiny bubbles popping against her tan skin.
Reaching behind my head, I pull my shirt off and shuck my pants to the side. She whips around, eyes almost falling out of her head as she shrieks, “What are you doing?”
“What does it look like?” The hot water burns my skin when I step in, but I grit my teeth and pretend it’s just right.
“No! You can take a bath after.” She goes to the other end of the tub, where the tap water runs down her back, so she’s as far from me as she can possibly go. When will she learn that fighting me is useless?
“You’re not the only one who had some fun in the dirt.”
I’m not sure if she heard what I said because her jaw has dropped, and her full attention is on the big guy, who is definitely getting a little too excited at our proximity to a very naked Bella. She clamps her mouth shut as her throat bobs, really doing wonders for my ego.
“You can touch him. He doesn’t bite.” I smirk. “Much.”
She snaps her attention away and proceeds to wash herself, ignoring me completely. No, that won’t do.
“Hey! Stop that!”
Her weak little hits to my arms do nothing as I pick her up and settle her between my legs, but I admire her tenacity. Plus, all her squirming is making my dick harder—which she is getting a first-hand feel for because, in my infinite wisdom, I have managed to get her ass perfectly lined up against me.
Bella stills when I start twitching. “What is—” She slams her mouth shut.
I smile. She noticed the rager downstairs, after all.
Pigtails hasn’t changed on the squeamish front. When she turned sixteen, it was like she was a different person around me. I put it down to the fact that she realized she was madly in love with me, but it could also be hormones, biology, and shit. I don’t know. I mean, I definitely got hotter around that time.
“I won’t complain if you move around again. Just know I will hold no responsibility over how sore you are after.”
She squeaks. That’s the only way to explain the sound she made. It’s something like a swallowed gasp and a tiny shriek that can barely be heard above the sound of the tap.
“Good girl.”
Like in the woods before, she visibly relaxes from the praise. I can’t wait to see what else will get her going.