“Brad, you already tucked me in bed. You could let go of me already.” a little laugh filled my voice. I playfully tried to push him off as he stroked my thigh under the covers, making him groan.
“You want me to let go of you, huh?” he moved aside my hair that was on his way, sucking gently at the skin of my neck.
“Umm?” catching a breath was already difficult, mind trying to develop an entire phrase.
“Are you sure you want me to let go of you, Heloise?” his fingers travelled to the inner of my thigh and pressed on the warm skin.
My God.
“It shouldn’t be allowed for you to do this, Bradley Simpson.” the urgent moans caressed my throat more frequently now, as he played with my lace thong and worked on my neck and jaw line at the same time.
“Say it, Heloise.” he stopped all of his movements, causing me to groan in protest. I looked at him, frustrated, and gave up my protest once I caught his lustful gaze blatantly undressing me.
“Don’t let go of me.”
“Good girl.” he murmured and I couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud.
“Good girl? I just felt like a puppy on training!” slapping Brad's arms, I turned around, our noses touching.
We just laid there, analysing each other’s features, his hand playing with my own, the moonlight shining on his smooth skin, his eyes lighter than I’d ever seen. A smile spread across his lips, and I felt the urge to touch his cheek.
“What are you doing, Hell?” he asked curiously, staring at me like I was something new, like he’d never seen someone before. It was quite cute.
“You look too adorable not to touch, alri?”
“Alri, crazy.”
“I’m not crazy.”
“Yes, you are. And beautiful.” he planted a sweet kiss on my cheek. “And lovely, and funny, and adorable…” by then he was kissing every inch of my face, tickling me. “Why are you laughing?”
“I’m very ticklish, I’m sorry babes.”
“You shouldn’t have told me that.”
The next thing I knew, we were rolling around on the bed; Brad's finger playing and discovering every spot I was more ticklish than the other, and me? Well, I screamed and begged him for mercy.
“Please, I’ll do anything you want, just stop! I can’t breathe!”
“Anything I want?” he stopped, his curls hanging adorably as he looked at me.
“Anything.”
He rolled with me over the bed once more, kissing me square on the lips and not allowing me to catch my breath properly. Both of us were so caught up in the kiss that we didn’t notice a little detail: the edge of the bed.
We hit the ground hard, Brad hurting more since I fell on top of him.
“This is such a proper position.” he mumbled, breathing heavily.
“We just fell off the bed while making out and you still manage to make dirty comments?” I stood up and helped him.
“We were making out.” he shrugged.
A loud thunder made me jump over him, and his arms involved me into a safe feeling.
“You’re scared of thunder too?”
“I’m not scared- I just… It was of a sudden, ok?”
“Yeah, right.” he laughed, kissing my forehead and helping me up. “Now, will you be careful and not fall out of bed while I’m doing anything I want?”
