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chapter thirty six || "need any help?"

"So do you know when you were fucking the twats up, were you like pew pew oh no don't hurt me or like bang bang you're dead?" I curiously ask Bradley, I was lying on top of him on my stomach staring up at him as he trailed his fingers along my back.

"Considering they hurt you and nobody are allowed to hurt you it would have to be the second." He laughs lightly, taking the hand that was behind his head and pushing some hair behind my ear.

"Wow that turned me on." I joke and he wiggles his eyebrows also as a joke. "Oh my god, have you seen that vine where that person has a doll hand is putting it up someone's thigh right- are you listening?" I snap my fingers in his face, wanting him to listen to the funniest vine in the history of vines.

He shakes his head, covering his face with his hands and pretending to be asleep. I look at him in disbelief and then I remember the little thing he had said a while ago when he had thought I was asleep and the position I was currently in. I have to admit I was very happy when I heard that my touch does near enough the same to him that his touch does to me, how he wasn't hiding his feelings towards me. It was nice to hear him tell people about how he feels towards me, it gives me an idea that he does talk about me and what he feels towards me and they sound positive. I'll have to talk to Connor or James about it, Tristan wouldn't tell me because he has to stay loyal to his man.

I move backwards a bit, sitting on his area and he instantly takes a sharp intake of breath. We had never been "sexual" towards one another, there had been passion and heated kisses but that was about it. I loved it like that; I don't know why since I was all for sex but with him I wanted other things than just sex. Obviously I did want to rip his clothes off, the sexual attraction was there but I just don't want to act on it.

It will be basically his first time and I want everything to be perfect, I didn't want anything to be rushed and I wanted it to be at the right time. I didn't want this relationship based around sex; I wanted it to be based around the love we share.

I lean forward, kissing his neck and letting my hands feel every aspect of his body, tracing down his V-line

"Adore, stop it." He says, his voice shaking.

I do, not wanting to overstep any boundaries and just cuddle into him. I don't even know what I was trying to prove by doing that, honestly I just wanted to touch him and see what my touch does to him. I knew what it did to him, I was sitting on it and that's all the information I needed.

"I need to go to the bathroom." He says abruptly, gently moving me off of him and standing up.

"Need any help?" I wink at him, the same smirk on my face and he just rolls his eyes but I can tell he was considering it. "Bradley, for fucks sake just lie down."

"W-what?" He stutters, it was adorable how innocent he was.

He still does though, not knowing what I was doing. He just stares up at me with wide eyes, wide lust filled eyes. So, I did help him with his little, well big, problem. I listened intently to what he sounds like, I listened to the music escaping his mouth and it was very beautiful.

This was a totally different language to him, he had never had a girl touch him like this and like it. He had a fucking paedophile touch him and hate it. He looked embarrassed at how much he was loving it so I made him love it even more.

He was in pure euphoria and it was like I was on ecstasy watching his eyes roll to the back to his head and the moans just roll off of his tongue. When he had finished and the embarrassment showed on his face, his cheeks turning bright red and I laughed at him. I simply just washed my hands and returned back, collapsing back on top of him like it was nothing and kissing his burning cheeks.

"It's a totally natural thing, Bradley." I tell him but he could barely look at me so I grabbed his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. "I love you." I tell him, looking straight into his eyes.

I don't know why he was so embarrassed over the situation, it was bound to happen. It was either me touching him or him touching me but I guess he'll be like this after our first time, feeling humiliated because he wasn't as experienced as me. He probably felt inferior in this department and I don't want him to feel that way.

"I'm sorry." He apologises and I furrow my eyebrows in confusion.

"Why are you apologising?" I ask him, pushing his hair from his eyes which had gotten a little bit sweaty.

"Because I can never make you feel that good." He looks down and I sigh.

"You make me feel good by just looking at me, pretty boy. You make me feel so loved, so happy. The things you do to me Bradley are insane and you don't even have to touch me. One look has got me going crazy."

He looks up, a slight smile playing on his lips and he finally places his hands on me. Something clicks in him as he leans forward to kiss me and I smile as I wrap my hand around his neck and sit the both of us up so we weren't in an awkward positon. He flips his over so he's now on top of me and his lips trail all over my body. Goose bumps were littering my skin and my heart was going crazy as well as my hormones.

"What is this doing to you, pretty girl?" He seductively asks as he goes further and further down.

My moans were now the ones filling the room and I could really get used to this side of him.