For You | bws

chapter eighty

model or what??

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Brad's hands stayed put as I held them tight in my grasp. The cold sensation of his rings radiated on to my skin which sent shivers down my spine.

"Put your hands on me." I whispered in his ear as I lightly kissed around his cheek and neck. Brad's hands snaked around my waist, making my body lean forward and closer to his body.

"Shall we go upstairs?" I asked, taking my lips away from his for a split second before placing them right back on his.

"Why not stay here? We've never done it on the couch before.." Brad mumbled against my lips. The soft, angelic feeling to his mouth put me at ease - although when in moments like these my body feels full of electricity.

I giggled at what he said and continued to shower him in kisses. However, I stopped as soon as I felt wet kisses being placed on my neck and collarbone. I closed my eyes, taking in the delightful feeling of his mouth against my skin.

Brad grabbed the bottom of my jumper and trailed it up my body and over my head - my bra the only thing on the top half of my body. Once the jumper was removed, his right hand went to my ponytail while his left hand moved up and down my waist slowly. I moved my hips in sync with his hand, causing a low grunt to escape Brad's mouth - this passed a vibration through his lips to mine.

Brad's fingers had grasped the bobble that held my hair up, he pulled it the opposite way, making my long, wavy hair fall across my shoulders, back and face. Brad started to run his fingers through my thick hair, as my hands held on to his shoulders and often trailed down his chest and torso.

Brad sat up, placing both of his hands on my waist and quickly swapped places with me - making him on top and myself laying on my back. My hair sprawled out beneath me, my back slightly arched which made my chest rise - Brad's eyes never left my breasts that were covered by the white bra I wore.

Brad's pupils had dilated, his eyes never left my body. The feeling that I got from his gaze made me crazy.

I placed my hands at the collar of his top and gripped it, letting him know that he needs it off. He gets the message and immediately takes off his top before throwing it on the floor without a care in the world. His hands trailed up my arms and his fingers sent goosebumps across my skin.

I was about to kiss him again, but Brad beat me to it by placing his lips in the valley of my breasts. He sucked lightly on my skin, the feeling of his warm tongue against me made me reach for his hair and ball my fists in it. Brad grunted at the feeling of his hair almost being pulled out of his head, but it didn't hurt him.

Brad's lips travelled all the way down my chest, to my torso, until his lips eventually met the top of my sweatpants. He looked up at me, his face directly in front of my hips and his body rested between my open legs. The view I have of him looking up at me like this made me want him even more. My lust for him grew and grew.

Brad took the piece of white string that made the sweatpants tighter and the bow it was tied in was released - making the sweatpants loose. His fingers hooked the hem of them and he yanked them off my legs and on to the floor. Now I'm laying with just my bra and underwear - feeling vulnerable, yet highly aroused, under his touch.

My breath hitches in my throat from the sight of Brad between my thighs. I bit my lip, trying to keep myself quiet just for now. My fingers still tangled between Brad's curls.

It was only a matter of time before my underwear was off too - leaving me almost completely naked under his half naked self.

Brad left soft kisses on my stomach, sometimes licking and biting the skin. I squirmed under his touch, wanting him right now.