Kinky (BWWM)

Chapter 29

"We need to get these wet clothes off before they make us sick," Bradley said as soon as we reached the bedroom.

"Agreed," I replied and then starting pulling the straps of the dress off my shoulders.

Bradley lifted his hands to stop me, "No, let me." Bradley moved closer to me, just a few inches separating our body

His hands came to the straps of my dress and tugged softly. He paused, lifting his thumb to my lips and rubbed back and forth, and his eye even got even darker. 

The air suddenly became thick and heavy around us. 

Oh lordy. 

Bradley spoke roughly, "It should be a sin to look this good."

I replied with a smile, and obeying all the primal urges from deep within me; I stepped went on tiptoe, reaching to pull his head down. His head came down, and his mouth covered mine.

He pulled away for a few seconds, and I was able to speak, "This is like a movie," I said. "Only I doubt it will fade to black at the important part."

"It certainly won't," he said.

"I.." But at that moment, Bradley's head was lowering again, that unbearably sensuous mouth was coming closer and closer, and it was effortless for me to block the words out.

He kissed me with such intent, exploring softly, teasing, tasting, biting down gently on my lower lip, before coming back to settle over my mouth again with a hint of barely leashed passion.

 With a faint moan, I leaned closer into him, my arms climbing up to twine around his neck.

Bradley drew me even closer so that the space now between our beating hearts was non-existent. 

Passion quickly blazed up around us.  I was barely aware that Bradley pushed the spaghetti straps of my dress down my shoulders. 

He quirked a sexy smile. "I don't think we'll need that."

Mouth dry, I watched as he pushed it down further until my bra was visible. Staring deep into my eyes, mesmerising me, he let his hands come to the shoulders of my dress and tug softly. 

The dress fell to my hips, and his eyes left mine to look down at my body.

I saw Bradley's face flush, his jaw tighten. He reached out and cupped the heavyweight of my breast. I had to bite back a moan. 

"You're so beautiful...' he breathed. "Sexy and incredible sweet." I trembled. My breasts felt heavy and aching, my nipples tight and stiff, prickling with sensation. 

His thumb had found my nipple and brushed back and forth, teasing it to even further tingling tightness. My legs began to shake, and I nearly fell, but on a reflex, I put out my hands to his arms to stay standing.

This movement caused my breast to press into his hand fully, and even holding onto him couldn't keep me upright anymore. In an instant, he had bent and lifted me into his arms and carried her over to the bed.  

He laid me down as gently and then stood back. All I could do was look up, dry-mouthed, as Bradley started to remove his clothes. His shirt fell to the ground, he tugged his belt off, and in a split second, his pants had disappeared. 

My gaze fell to the magnificence of his broad chest and lean muscles. 

 My eyes dropped to the low, slung waist of his underpants, loose but not loose enough to disguise the prominent bulge.  

Cheeks flaming, I lifted her eyes again and saw Bradley staring at me.  

Feeling self-conscious,  I brought up an arm over my breasts.