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  “Do not.”

  “Come here.”

  She smiles and arches an eyebrow. “And what if I don’t?"

  "Come over here," I tell her.

  It's not a question. There's no trace of a question in my tone.

  She studies me for a long time before relenting, sliding across the expansive tub until she's face-to-face with me. "And?"

  "Turn around."

  "Why?" she asks, but she turns before I can answer. Pulling her back tightly, I press my hardness against her.

  "Because I want to feel you against me." I slide my hands over her arms, across her breasts, down her stomach. When my lips hover near her neck, she tilts her head to the side, responding to my touch, and I breathe her in deeply.

  "Did you just smell me?"

  "No."

  "You totally just smelled me. I heard you sniff."

  "I like the way you smell."

  "Oh."

  "Yeah, oh."

  She finally relaxes in my arms, as I run my palms over her taut stomach. When she leans her head back against my chest, I sit there, holding her for a long time.

  The rational part of my brain tells me I should get the hell out of this bathtub.

  I should get the hell away from her.

  This feels too much like something more than it can be.

  I’m not this man, the one sitting in the bathtub holding a girl like this.

  I’m not this man, who’s sitting here still, in one place with Belle.

  I’m not this man who feels content.

  "You love this place,” Belle says abruptly.

  I love being here with her.

  “What place?”

  “This whole thing,” she says. “The summer house.”

  “We all used to love it here -- Alex, especially. Now, not so much – all of her friends are in hotter cities, and there’s no club scene here.”

  “We had a place on Cape Cod like this,” she says. “I mean, not like this place. It was a small summer home, my father’s first huge purchase after his company became really big. He kept it, even after he was really wealthy and could get a huge place in the Hamptons or whatever.” She pauses for a long moment before speaking again. “He was a good man. It was hard for my mother, after he died.”

  “It was sudden,” I say. I looked up the stories about her father’s death, but that doesn’t mean I know how it was for her when it happened.

  "It happened on a Friday night when my parents were out at dinner. He was having chest pain all afternoon. My mother had a hard time after that," she says. "She wasn't always so…political…you know. She used to be warmer than she is now."

  “I think she makes my father happy,” I tell her honestly. “She seems to care about him, and that’s good for him. He wasn’t the same after my mother died."

  "What was your mother like?"

  "Joyful," I tell her. "She had a way of making the huge palace feel like a home. She knew everyone by name – all the staff, and the names of their kids. She knew who had an aging parent or sick child. Everyone loved her, my father most of all. The cancer took her joy away slowly. It bled the life from her. I think it did the same to my father. Until your mother came along."

  "I hope she makes him happy," Belle says.

  "I hope so too," I tell her. "Alex and I have been a disappointment to him."

  "Albie," she says, her voice tender. "I'm sure that's not true."

  "You can't ever live up to a ghost," I say. "Anyway, I don't want to talk about our parents anymore."

  "Then what should we talk about?" she asks softly.

  “Turn around.”

  She does it without protest, sliding onto my lap, and I bring my lips to hers. I kiss her tenderly, softly, my tongue finding hers like it’s finding its way home. I kiss her like that for far too long until she breaks away from me. “No more talking,” I say.

  Belle smiles, her hands around the back of my neck. She raises herself up so that she's looking down at me with her breasts in my face. Hovering above me with one leg on either side of me, she reaches between my legs and wraps her hand around the base of my cock. Teasing me, she rubs the head of my cock against her clit. “Whatever should we do, then?”

  “This.” I reach up to grab a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, and I pull her face down to mine, my other hand grasping her hip. I lower her onto my cock, her slick wet pussy so tight I can’t imagine anything in the world better than being inside her. She’s warm and wet; the water in the tub hasn’t washed that away.

  Belle moans my name. Her eyes close, and when she leans forward with her forehead near mine, her hair falls around our faces like a curtain, the ends curling into the water and dragging it down.

  When she rocks against me, pushing my cock deep inside her, she throws her head back. It drives me crazy, the way she looks with her eyes closed and her head tilted, like she’s savoring the sensation of my cock inside her. "You love it," I say. "You love the way my cock feels in your tight pussy."

  "Yes," she murmurs. "I love the way you feel."

  "This slick wet pussy is mine," I say. I’m not sure if I’m reassuring her or myself. My hands explore her breasts as she picks up momentum. Having this girl riding me, taking her pleasure from me, makes me want to explode inside her.

  "Yes," she says. Then she moans the word again when I take her breast in my mouth, my tongue flicking slow circles over her nipple.

  Yes.

  I pull her close, my hands roaming her back and arms, fingers tangling in her hair as she rides me, gripping then flesh of her ass. “This ass is mine.”

  “Yours,” she breathes.

  “All of it,” I tell her. I spread her ass cheeks as she fucks me, and push my finger against her asshole.

  When she registers my touch she gasps, inhaling sharply and looking at me with wide eyes. “I’ve never…”

  “I know,” I say. “But I want all of you. Every inch of you is mine. Say it.”

  “Yours,” she whispers, pushing me deeper inside her. I press my finger against her asshole, slowly, letting her get used to the sensation. She rocks on my cock, riding me at her own pace, only once hesitating. I revel in the way her expression changes, the way she winces at my finger initially, but then lets go, pain changing to unabashed pleasure. “Albie,” she whispers. “That’s so…good.”

  “Relax, luv,” I tell her. “I want to fill all of you.”

  She whimpers, then moans louder as she lets go. She throws her head back, beginning to lose control. My finger pressed just slightly inside her tight hole, I let her ride me until I can feel her on edge, her pussy swelling around me.

  When she makes the little whimpering noises that signals she's close, I pull her off my cock and stand, my hands on her waist.

  “What are you doing?”

  I step out of the tub and reach for her. She stands on the floor for a second before I wrap her in a giant white towel, then slide one hand behind her knees and lift her off her feet. "I want you out here."

  "I'm dripping wet," she protests while I turn to reach inside the bedside table. When she sees what I have, her hand flies to her mouth. “Oh my God, what are you doing?”

  “I told you I want all of you, luv.”

  “I don’t know if I can…” she starts, but her voice trails off, her eyes fixated on me as I apply lubricant to the butt plug.

  “All of you,” I say. “I want everything.”

  She squeals when I climb onto the bed, but her legs spread immediately, like a reflex. “I’ve never done this before, Albie,” she says.

  “I’ll take it slow,” I tell her. “Unless you want me to stop.”

  She takes her lower lip between her teeth, and shakes her head. “No. Don’t stop,” she says softly. “I want you to have all of me.”

  But before that, I have to taste her. Belle arches up her hips to meet me as I bend down to bring my lips to her sweet pussy. Her taste – fresh and sweet – makes me want to be inside her, but I