To Be Loved By You - Brad Simpson Fanfiction

Chapter Thirty-One

A/N: CAN YOU BELIEVE THIS?? I updated! Although I'm not sure what to think of this. It's smut, it's awkward to write and I just really hope you like it. 

Anyways, thank you so much for all the support on this story. I love you guys! Now, enjoy (hehe)

I can't believe this is really happening. Or actually, I'm not really thinking about it. I let it happen. I let Brad run his fingers over my skin, I let him touch me in places I'm usually afraid to touch myself. I let him touch all the parts of my body that I don't like and whilst he does so I learn to love them for the way they make me feel. The way Brad makes me feel. His touch is soft. But it doesn't take either of us long to want more. Long for more than an innocent touch.

"I think it's very unfair that I'm the only undressed person in this room", I whisper with some new found confidence and giggle at Brad raising his eyebrows.

I giggle.

But I can't help it. My brain is on flight mode. My heart has taken over and it wants me to giggle and have fun and enjoy this moment with Brad.

"Oh yeah?", Brad teases.

I'm not letting him though. Instead I grab the hem of his shirt and pull it over his head. The necklace is still dangling on his chest as I fumble with his belt.

How the hell does this work?

Before I know Brad pushes my hands away and opens the belt himself.

"Guess I'm not the only one who quickly wants you naked?"

Brad pulls down his pants but not for a second does he break eye contact with me. Shivers run down my spine.

"Nothing about this is going to be quick", he says as he steps closer to me and the words brush over my lips.

Within a second, he wraps his arms around my butt and picks me up to carry me to the bed. A few more giggles escape my lung when he places me on the mattress.

They die down when he kisses me. This time his kiss is much rougher. Deeper. He wants this and I want this just as much. I place my hands in his curls and massage his sculp. A moan escapes his lips.

I can feel his hard on underneath is boxer shorts on one of my thighs and I can't lie, this simple touch already makes me feel some kind of way. It's nothing compared to the feeling that starts to build in my lower belly when Brad lets his lips travel down my neck and my cleavage. He plays with the fabric of my bra and I don't even wait for him to make any more moves. I sit up and take it off. Brad's eyes travel over my boobs and then back to my eyes. I know he wants to ask. Before he can I grab one of his hands and place it on my boob. When he leans in to kiss me again he starts to play with it, soon letting his other hand joining in on the fun. When I lay back down he caresses my sides with his fingertips whilst his tongue plays with my nipple. Now it's me that can't hold back a moan.

Brad slowly moves further down, inspecting every inch of my body with his lips. His touch makes the butterflies erupt inside of me. They start going crazy when Brads finger stroke across the thin fabric of my underwear. I pull my head back in surprise and anticipation. But Brad removes is hand and before I can protest his lips are on my mouth again.

"You sure about this?", he whispers between kisses.

"Yes", I say breathlessly. "Yes, I want this."

I pause for a second to actually look him in the eyes. "Do you want this?"

He grins and nods. "Hell yes I do."

I laugh out loud whilst Brad reaches to the bedside table, assumingly grabbing a condom.

"I see you're prepared?"

He's a bit flustered when he looks back at me.

"I'm joking", I quickly say because I don't want him to feel uncomfortable.

"Uh, you'll regret this."
I lower my voice. "Make me."

His lips are immediately back on mine and he pushes me back into the cushions. When his hands wonder back down I lift my hips a little so he can pull my slip down.

His hands start to stroke my thighs before they make their way up. He makes himself comfortable between my thighs and starts placing kisses on my lower belly. When he finally touches my vagina it feels like explosions in my belly. He makes me feel good, he makes everything about this feel easy and exciting and I want it all.

"More Brad", I sigh and finally his fingers glide into my entrance. It hurts a little at first but Brad moves his fingers slow and gently and for a second, the thought crosses my mind that I'll never be able to watch him play guitar again without thinking about his fingers inside of me.

"More", I pant but instead of giving me what I want Brad removes his fingers.

I give him an outraged look but realize he's pulling his boxers down.

Before he can do anything, I sit up. He's kneeling in front of me and I take the condom from his hand. Then I take his dick in my hands and stroke it a couple of times. Gently at first, then a bit faster. When the first moan escapes his lips, I stop and pull the condom on.

Brad leans forward and kisses me. We pause for a second and just stare into each others eyes.

"I've waited so long for this", he whispers in awe.

"So you thought about us having sex huh?"

"Damn right I have", he says eagerly and I can't help but laugh.

I fall back onto the bed and Brad's hovering above me.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

When his dick first enters me, I can feel a sharp pain. But he starts of slow again and I soon get used to it. When I open my eyes, his face is close to mine and he has the charm of his necklace between his lips so it doesn't hit me every time he pushes into me.

This sight alone has the potential to make me cum.

Every now and then I let Brad know how I like it, show his fingers where and how to move on my clitoris and soon enough both of us are panting messes. There's sweat glistening on our skin as our bodies move in sync.

"I'm close", he whispers. I just nod. I can't form any words. Brad has one arm leaned on the mattress next to my face. His face is hiding in the crook of my neck and I can feel his deep breaths against my skin.
"Slower", I say as I feel myself almost reaching my climax. His moves slow down as he ramps himself into me. Only a few times more...

"Yes, so close", I whimper and then it happens. I've never had an orgasm like this before. An orgasm with the person and truly trusted and loved. This realization hits me as Brad groans and cums and rides the orgasm out. The slow thrusts extend the sensational feeling and when he pulls out I don't feel empty. I feel so full of love and happiness.

Brad roles away for a moment, to get rid of the condom. When he turns back around his eyes linger on me.

"You are the most gorgeous women I've ever seen", he says.

I smile and lean in to pack his lips. "You have no idea how attracted I am to you right now."

He grins. "So you like the messy, sweaty look huh?"

As I nod he pulls me in. Our naked bodies press against each other and I curl up in his arms. He swiftly places the blanket across our bodies and even though I'm not tired, I drift off to sleep, feeling content, happy and most of all safe.