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Bernadette reminds me, though, how much I adore a woman’s body.
Her body.
I slide off the straps of the slip and step back. This shapewear is a nude strapless bra and body-hugging, high-waisted panty with thick bands that wrap around her hips and strangle her thighs.
“How do I get this thing off you?” I consider getting scissors.
“I’m naked underneath, Ford.”
“I’m nearly naked right now, I fucked you, and you just had my cock in your mouth. I think we’re past being shy.”
She painstakingly peels off this shapewear, and I cringe, seeing the red marks she mentioned.
“Oh, sugar.” I grab it from her. “I’m going to burn this fucking thing.”
“Can I put something else on?” She stands there with porcelain skin, full breasts, and hard nipples she tries to cover with shaking hands.
“No. I want to see you,” I whisper into her neck.
My hands roam all over her. She’s got a curvy waist, a cute pot belly with a triangle of dark red hair above a tiny bare slit. I’ve never wanted to bury my face between a woman’s legs more.
I can see she’s uncomfortable, so I stifle my selfish needs.
“Do you need lotion for those marks on your skin?”
“No. I’d just like to put on a nightgown.” Shecrosses her legs.
As if that would stop me.
“Where is it?” I ask, standing to my full height.
“I haven’t put my things away yet.” She walks to a suitcase and opens it.
She snaps out a white cotton nightgown with a ruffled neckline and sleeves to match.
“Let me.” I drape it over her and kiss every inch I cover.
“What is happening?” She lets slip a moan. “I’m messing around with you. I humped Ashton. This isn’t me.”
“I like you like this. You belong to us,” I growl, throwing my hat in this ring. “We own you this month.”
“But you said they couldn’t touch me. That you wouldn’t touch me.”
“I’d just met you and didn’t realize how strong you are. Now I know you can handle me. All three of us.”
“It’s so overwhelming.” She pushes a hand through her hair.
“That’s me. I overwhelm.” I lean in to kiss her when a light flashes into the bedroom followed by a crack of thunder.
Bernadette dives into my arms from the sudden boom and thrash of rain against the windows.
“I had a panic attack with Emery in the art store and now silly thunder has me jumpy.”
“I’m here, sugar.” I hug her tight. “It’s just a little noise.”
Although, I’m shaking too, remembering the thunderous sound of a plane hitting the North Tower.
“Come on. Get into bed. I’ll stay with you.”
