Novel & Cerita Bella Fiore Nude

Rhen just smiled as one of the gays took off my cardigan, “So frumpy!” Rhen was wearing a nude slim gown with plunging neckline that stopped just above her belly button. The bust of her dress has splashes of black with handsewn diamond beads that formed intricate branches. Her face was angelic and her expression so calm. I guessed her skin never tasted any breakouts. It was as velvety as a porcelain cup. Her hair flowed in blonde waves and was so shiny that you’d almost mistake it as a new doll’s hair. It must be so soft. She looked like a real princess.

‘The flowers,’ she continued through gritted teeth, ‘are beautiful. Nero’s voice seemed to become deeper. ‘I agree,’ he whispered. ‘The nénuphar is the most beautiful flower of all.’ As he spoke his hand found her clitoris and began to massage the erect, erotic stem. Then his fingers encircled the rosebud pink petals of her sex-lips and began, with excruciating slowness, to penetrate her.

There were racks of lingerie, coils of rope, and shelves lined with vibrators in different designs and colors. “Holy shit,” I muttered under my breath, trying not to gawk too openly. Bella laughed and pulled me toward the counter where a tall, curvy brunette leaned against the glass. She had bright green eyes, a mischievous smile, and wore a silky robe over what was clearly lingerie. “Claire!” Bella called, hugging her tight. “So this is Aria,” Claire said, looking me over with interest. “Cute. Innocent looking. I like it.”

I noticed Bella's Bentley parked already as I parked my own before getting out and heading inside. I head straight to the Pool area and push open the door. Loud music, shouts and chitter chatter fill my ear. I scan around the Pool and spot Belle on the chair, sunbathing. “Don't just sit there! Get in the water” Maria's yell makes me follow her gaze and it stops at Sofia. Clad in a two-piece bikini, hair tied up into a bun with long earrings hanging down her earlobe. The blue fabric wrapped around her does little to nothing to cover the curve of her breast. I ball my hands into a fist as desire rushes through me.

The fabric felt like water against my skin, a physical reminder that the gritty, defensive version of myself I’d engineered in that 4th Street apartment was officially obsolete. "If we stay here past Tuesday, I am going to have to buy a completely new wardrobe," Bella’s voice drifted through the open double doors from the veranda. I walked out to find her draped over an white wicker lounger, her emerald kaftan replaced by a vintage white Dior bikini and a massive pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses. She was lazily scrolling through an iPad that was currently displaying real-time shipping manifests for the Marseilles port. "I thought you were done tracking the data," I said, leaning against the st

Slowly, reverently, he peeled the wedding gown from her trembling body, kissing every inch of skin he revealed her shoulders, the swell of her full C-cup breasts, her dark, sensitive nipples. Bella moaned softly, arching into his touch. “Lucian… your mouth feels incredible.” When he sucked one nipple gently between his lips, circling it with his tongue, she gasped and threaded her fingers through his hair. “Harder… suck on them, please.” He obliged, lavishing attention on both breasts until they were swollen and glistening. Once the gown pooled at her feet, Bella stood completely naked. A fresh wave of shyness hit her. “I’ve never been naked in front of anyone like this,” she admitted, voice

appeared. I replied with a playful chuckle, refraining from sharing that particular photo. "No, that one doesn't bring out my features. How about this one instead?" I selected another image of me positioned against a wall naked, with my legs spread apart. In the photo, I held a small vibrator against my pussy, my tongue out and my eyes closed. "I think you should send both?" Bella suggested nonchalantly. I stared at the pictures, considering Bella's proposal. She did make a valid point. Honestly, even just gazing at them was getting me aroused. I could only begin to imagine what Bruce's reaction would be when he saw them.

Her hazel-brown eyes knocked the wind out of my lungs. But her body. My, her body. Even with the red silk robe on, every curve announced itself. “You must be Bianca” she said with a distinctive English accent, walking close enough for her perfume to pull me further into whatever spell she was already casting. “Y… yes” I stuttered, and she titled her head slightly. “You're cold. Don't tell me my photographer's nervous about her first nude shoot.” What? Photographer? Nude shoot? Huh?

She had even done my nails in a similar shade a few silver gems to add some sparkle. Whilst she insisted, I scrub and polish myself in the bath she had been into town and returned with a diamond jeweled bra. It had purple straps coming across the shoulder that crossed at the back. It fit perfectly which I was surprised at given that this was the first time I had tried it on and with the jewels there wasn’t any give. Bella added a belly chain in silver that wrapped round my waist twice adding more sparkles to me. She dusted highlighter over my body to accentuate my shoulder, collar bones and cleavage. I looked older than normal the dark make-up adding some drama to my eyes.

"I'll never get enough of you, Marcus." His hands moved with purpose now, sliding under her nightgown, pushing the silk up and over her head. The morning air kissed her bare skin, but she barely noticed, too focused on the heat in Marcus's gaze as he looked at her. Her nipples were already hard, peaked with anticipation, and when his eyes fixed on them, she felt that familiar rush of arousal flood through her. "God, Bella," he whispered reverently. "You're so beautiful. Every curve, every inch of you. You're like a goddess."