Wild heart - Bradley Will Simpson fan fiction

TWENTY ONE

~*Becky's POV*~

I wake up wrapped in Brad's arms with my head on his chest and my leg slung over his. I lift my head and take a quick glance at the alarm clock. 8.58am. We have plenty of time before my appointment, I tell myself before placing my head back down on Brad's chest.

Brad is still asleep and frankly, I don't blame him. I woke several times in the night, also waking Brad too with my loud sobbing and breathing. But I'm too awake to bother trying to get back to sleep now. But at the same time, I'm so exhausted from the lack of sleep due to so many nightmares about Jude...

I sigh deeply and Brad grumbles. He rolls over, pushing me so I am laying on my back and Brad pins me there. Both of his arms around me and his leg hooked around both of mine with his head on my shoulder, making it impossible for me to move. I smile to myself and chuckle quietly. I lift my hand and place it on Brad's thigh as I can't lift my arms any higher due to the fact that Brad is pinning my whole body down.

I start rubbing his thigh, running my nails over his skin as I day dream about the way Brad made love to me in the early hours of this morning. But I'm interrupted by a low, throaty groan and Brad shifts his head so his messy bed hair is tickling my neck, and covering part of my face . Brad's arms tighten around my torso, constricting me and making it difficult for me to breathe.

" Brad." I rasp, squeezing his thigh a little. Nothing.

" Bradley!" I call a bit louder, shaking his leg this time. Still, I get nothing in reply.

I wiggle around to face Brad, with much difficulty but he's out cold. I manage to free an arm and I run my fingers through him curls, tugging them gently, just like I did when we were making love. The memory of it makes me shiver in pleasure and a small smile creeps across my face.

I lean over and gently kiss the tip of his nose, but he doesn't stir. I frown and kiss the corner of his mouth. But still nothing. I kiss him on the lips and still get nothing from the sleepy boy that's tangled around my body.

I decide that it would be mean of me to wake him after he lost so much sleep because of me already, so I manage to remove one of his arms from around my waist, and place his hand on my hip. I brush away some curls that are stuck to his sweaty forehead and continue playing with them, twirling them around my fingers, with the occasional gentle tug.

Brad subconsciously pulls my hips in to meet his and groans at the contact. He flexes his arm at the elbow, where my head was positioned, causing me to roll closer to him as Brad wraps the waist band of my underwear around his index finger before releasing it and running his hand down the back of my thigh, and lifting it over his hip.

" Good morning." I whisper as he begins kissing my neck. He groans in reply as he rolls on top of me, causing me to grip his hips and chuckle as his curls tickle my neck and face.

" Baby, what are you doing?" I ask as Brad continues to nibble on my collar bone. I graze my nails over his back a couple of times before tucking my hands under the waist band of Brad's boxers, my hands resting just above his arse.

" Starting round 2."  He groans as he pushes his forehead to mine, his arousal now evident as it sticks into the inside of my thigh. 

" Aren't you tired?" I laugh as Brad struggles to pull himself out from his boxers, cursing under his breath. I giggle at him as I push his boxers down his thighs.

" What would I do without you?" He smirks as he sits up to pull my underwear away. Before resuming his position on top of me, he sits back to take in my appearance, causing me to blush. " I'm never too tired for you, gorgeous." He whispers as he runs his fingertips down my stomach, spreading his hand out and placing his whole hand over my bellybutton. This confuses me but he quickly snaps out of it when he notices me frowning.