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“I mean without all this makeup on. I want to see you. The real you.” He explained.

Diamond didn’t know if she liked that. Looking at him, it felt like this was more than just taking off her makeup; she felt that she would be leaving herself exposed and open to him. She was used to having control of everything that she did, how she dressed, how she looked, her emotions, and the people around her. She now knew that Ben was not going to allow her that. He was serious when he said he wanted everything.

She sucked on her lower lip, a habit she hadn’t done in a long time; it was the only sign that showed she was nervous. Her makeup and clothing were her identity. She wasn’t a tomboy or brainiac like her sister, and she didn’t try to be; she loved everything feminine and had always been this way. She was also very athletic, like the rest of her family, but preferred makeup and clothes to running track or playing sports. She would have dropped cheerleading if she couldn't look pretty as she cheered and she didn’t have to break a sweat.

Before she could think about it further, she found her chin being taken gently and the soapy wet pad of her cleanser being smoothed gently over her skin. Her eyes were trapped in his silver gaze, and she kept them there, watching the fleeting expression on his face when his eyes followed what his hand wasexposing. Her face was finally laid bare, with the only accessory, her false eyelashes, and soon those were gone too.

His thumb rubbed her jaw, and his eyes returned to looking into hers with reverence.

“Beautiful.” He whispered, and she sucked in her breath, and then, in the next breath, outraged, she began to slap his hands away.

“Everything Diamond.”

“No.”

“Hold still; I don’t want to hurt you.” He warned.

“Then take your hands out of my hair. I let you have my makeup, but this is going too far now."

He looked down, his eyes dark. “With me, in private, I only want the real you. Not the made-up version you use for everyone else to see.”

They struggled, but he was gaining ground, and she could feel the clips holding her extensions slide out of her hair. Until they were gone.

He then began to massage her scalp, and the words of protest died on her lips when he began to rub the sensitive spots in her hair that were caused by the hairstyle she wore for her wedding day. Her anger began to ebb away, and she began to hum and tilt her head in the direction of his fingers.

She opened her eyes sleepily when he stopped and laid her head back against the pillow pad stuck to the rim of the bathtub.

“I want to take care of you the rest of tonight. Will you allow me?”

She paused and then nodded. Since he walked in, her body had been on fire for him; it cooled a bit with the extension snatching, but the head massage made up for it.

He then turned on the hot water and added more bubbles to the water. He then leaned over to grab one of her legs and then took the sponge out of her hand that she was using. He began to move it in long strokes up and down her leg; his robe parted slightly as he worked to clean her skin, exposing his tanned thighs, muscles rippling on both sides. She tried to get a closer peek in between, but his legs and bathrobe created a shadow, and she could not see his cock.

Diamond heard him give a low chuckle, and her eyes lifted to meet his. In the dark with just her candles burning, she could barely make out the silver color of his eyes, but they were watching her just as intently as she was watching him.

She licked her suddenly dry lips, his hands continuing to work their magic, causing her flesh to come alive at his touch. He placed the foot he was working on down into the water, and she felt a loss from his touch until he took her other one and repeated the process. She closed her eyes and enjoyed feeling his hands move over her, pampering her and what felt like worshipping. He took his time over every curve and bend in her legs, down to her feet, before finally making his way to her arms and lavishing them with the same attention.

Diamond felt him pause, and she opened her eyes, watching him as he dipped his hands back in the water and then began to run them over her chest, his touch slow and soft. She loved the feel of his skin on hers. His fingertips getting closer and closer to her distended nipples that were peeking through the suds. He bypassed them and began to clean her stomach.

She made a low rumble of protest, and she heard his low chuckle again. She realized she liked hearing when he did that; he was always so serious, and from his look of concentration as he bathed her, she could see he was taking his task very seriously.

“Saving the best for last.” His voice now sounding as if he were eating rocks. He reached his hand into his robe to adjust himself because he was erect now, and she gave a low moan again for a different reason. His staff looked long.

She reached out, curious now to feel the length of him, but he took her hand and kissed the top and then her fingers before returning it into the water.

“Later, just let me enjoy bathing you.” He whispered against her lips, and she parted them, craving to have them against hers. He made a rumbling sound just as his lips slid over hers and the sponge made its way between her legs. She jerked from the heat of this mouth and the rough coarseness of the sponge running between her legs, parting her slit but going no further.

As he leaned over, his kiss consuming her, she felt his fingers caress her wet collarbone, sending a shiver over her; the water was cooling around her, but her body heated from his touch. She parted her legs further, seeking more from him, and he dipped the sponge in again, running it along her clit and her soft flesh inside, the nerves there tingling and tightening in reaction.

His fingers continued to skim across her skin, down her chest, and found a protruding nipple. He swirled his finger around it, and she moaned.

She placed her hand against his hand that was moving the sponge back and forth, pressing down hard, indicating she wanted more from him.

Diamond had small, perky breasts, and Ben’s hand was wide and long; he covered both nipples now with the palm of his hand and began to rub harder against the sensitive points as he swirled the sponge against her clit. She jerked because she was beginning to feel tight and heavy below. What he was doing to her body felt so good she was on the cusp of coming. She wanted his mouth on her nipples and made a small noise and then pulled her lips away from his as his followed, seeking her mouth again, but she moved them to his cheek and whispered yearningly.

“Please, Ben, suck them.”

He took her lips again before trailing his mouth down her cheek, to her neck where he suckled, and then down to her chest, popping the hardened peak into his mouth. He began to suck hard to almost the point of pain and began to use the sponge harder and faster on her. She gripped his shoulder with her free hand and the base of his skull, wetting his hair as she held him against her breast.

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