Shattered

Chapter 25 Bradley

"Love just isn't about the hugs and kisses or the I love you's or the I miss you's, it's about the butterflies you get and the chills that run down your spine... that pain you get when he walks away and you don't know why." Anonymous

Bradley applied fresh lip gloss and stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't own sexy lingerie, but she had packed a black balconette bra and matching cheeky panties from Aerie. The padding of the bra was covered in lace and the back was sheer lace. She knew no matter what she wore, Mark was going to think she was beautiful. And, that was just one of the many reasons she loved him. "I'm ready," she exhaled, giving herself a pep talk in the mirror.

Mark was standing near the french glass doors, closing the drapes when she opened the door, the bathroom light flooding the room. She heard him gasp and his face lit up adoringly.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered.

It felt like she was walking through deep sand trying to get to him. He met her in the middle of the room and grabbed her face with urgency as he kissed her deep and passionately. She ran her hands over his back, down his backside and felt his ready hardness against her. Bradley's heart was pounding through her chest and she needed to feel his heart, too. Her trembling fingers slowly unbuttoned his shirt until it finally dropped to the floor. He watched with eagerness and excitement as she unhooked her bra. Mark reached down and picked her up by her legs in one swift move. He planted his lips on hers as she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her to the bed, just several feet away and climbed over her as he set her down. They moved upwards towards the pillows and Bradley quickly placed her hand over his heart to feel his life flowing through his body with hers.

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I need you to be sure."

"You and I are forever," she whispered.

"Forever," he repeated. He rolled off the bed and Bradley tried to slow down her breathing, needing desperately to relax. Mark slowly removed his jeans, his strong back to her. She watched as his muscles flexed and he tore open the foil wrapper. He leaned over, removing his boxers, his backside just as strong and toned as the rest of him. He sat back down on the bed and stroked her face.

"You're really sure?"

She nodded and he didn't break his gaze as he slowly removed her panties. She was fully exposed, her heart pounding, her body slightly trembling with fear, yet filled with love and needing at the same time. He touched her and her body immediately responded, electricity searing through every nerve. He slowly teased her, the inside of her body building with every touch. He had both hands on her, massaging, teasing. His hips were grinding, circling over her. His mouth was all over hers, both drinking each other in, reveling in the unknown, getting lost in each other instead of the reality of what happened earlier in the week.

"I need to feel you," she pleaded.

His body was trembling, shaking against hers and he slowly, gently, methodically slid inside one centimeter at a time. She knew he was afraid of hurting her, the fear of the physical pain that came with the first time. There was a hint of discomfort, but the excitement of love that she felt for him masked anything that could be considered pain.

Bradley held his face close, watching him, staring into the depth of his soul through his deep blue eyes. He slowly moved, up and down, and with every movement she felt closer to him. Something was building deep inside her and she suddenly wrapped her legs around his backside pulling him close as she arched herself to meet him. She was starting to feel cold, her body trembling, goosebumps beginning to cover her arms. It felt like the closest thing to flying. She turned her face away from him, burying it deep in the pillow. He held her while the waves rippled through her, screams muffled by the pillow. And, then he suddenly started shaking uncontrollably, releasing with her at the same time. He buried his head in her neck and she could feel him fighting the urge to scream out. It was an ecstasy so hard and deep that they couldn't let go of eachother. He held her tightly, not letting go, even after she was sure he had nothing left.