Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 21

I died.

There was no other explanation for the way I felt. I must have died and zoomed straight up to heaven. And not even the regular heaven, but some higher plane reserved for the incredibly saintly, incredibly fortunate. Because there was nothing remotely earthly about the pleasure I've been experiencing for the past hours.

There were fireworks exploding in my veins, not to mention that my head was spinning wildly, threatening to throw me completely off balance and utterly out of control.

Granted, my experience when it came to men and sex was rather sadly limited, but even I knew that this was something unusual, something really and deliciously different. 

I've never been on the verge of a complete meltdown before.

Bradley was an incredible lover. Everything about him aroused me.

Wanton was a word that had nothing to do with my personality.

But now I felt wanton. So wanton, that my enflamed body was still pressed against Bradley's even though the heated session ended a while now.

Every fragment of the incredible experience had taken me completely by surprise and swept me not just off my feet but off to another dimension.

Another universe.

Another freaking galaxy.

Like a woman trapped in a mind-boggling, sensuous trance, I wrapped my arms around Bradley's waist, praying the dream I was having would never end.

Praying that the moment I was in would stretch out until eternity. I've never felt so alive, so wonderful before.

And probably never would again.

A growl of my empty stomach is what broke the silence.

Bradley chuckled, "Hungry?" I nodded against his chest. "Good, cause I'm starving too."

I lifted my head and looked into his mesmerizing grey eyes. "Do we have to get up? I wish we could stay here all day."

He smiled, "I wish that too but you're as hungry as I am." he paused and looked at the clock at his bedside. "And Caleb is gonna be calling me any minute now." he lifted his lift his hands to my hair and gently pulled some of the knots. He chuckled, "You're probably going to have a hard time getting all the coils out of your hair."

I pouted and lifted myself off his body, "I look like a crazy person, don't I?"

He shook his head, "No, you look beautiful."

I frowned. He must be joking. I know exactly how I look when I wake up in the morning without a bonnet. "How bad is it? Be honest."

"It's not that bad."

I raised my eyebrows, "On a scale of 1-10?"

He tilted his head and whispered, "Like a 9.5"

I scowled and gently pushed away from him. "That bad." I wrapped the sheets around my naked body then stood from the bed. The bathroom door was already opened so I ran in. 

Two hours later, exhausted and bemused, I stood in front of a mirror and caught my breath in disbelief at my reflection.

I stared at my hair in horror. It was definitely worse than a ten.

 I looked like a crazy person.

My kinky hair was natty all over, with each knots standing at attention.

How could Bradley look at this madness and still call me Beautiful?

He was either blind or BLIND.

Speaking of the devil, Bradley was leaning on the bathroom door looking at me. I turned to look at the half-naked view of perfection.