At the moment that I felt his lips touching my shoulder, my entire body shivered. Of course, I wanted to have him. But we couldn't. We stayed a long time away from each other. No texts, no calls. That killed me. I could not risk losing him once again. And I had Michael, who was a great man. He didn't deserve that. But I didn't think about that anymore at the moment I felt his hands touching me.
Bradley's hands slid from my shoulders to my hips as he gently squeezed them. He buried his face into my neck. I could feel his breath on my skin.
"Turn around and look at me," he whispered as I did what he asked. I stared at those beautiful blue eyes of his. My breathing was heavy, and I felt my legs trembling. He wrapped his arms around me in an embrace that was less than pure.
"Are you sure you don't want it?" He asked. His lips were against my neck. I only nodded as I closed my eyes. "Tell me that you don't want me."
He asked, louder than he might have otherwise. I swallowed before I tried to answer. I mumbled something quietly. But of course, that wasn't enough for him. He unzipped my shorts and pushed it down, his mouth just inches from mine.
"Say that again," he demanded. "Louder."
"I want you," I finally said, and I could only imagine the blush that spread across my cheeks as I finally said the words out loud.
"Right here? You want to have me in the balcony?"
"Yes," I moaned again, pushing back against him. Bradley quickly kissed my lips and went inside for a while. I looked around, making sure no one at the beach that could see us, nor a neighbor staring through the windows.
"Take off your panties," he asked as he came back, and I gaped. Suddenly, I felt his hands on my bare ass. "That's better," Bradley whispered, stirring another moan from my lips as he curled his fingers curled around the waistband of my panties and pulled them down. He examined them, put them aside, then turned his attention back to me. His palms pressed against my thighs, easing them apart.
His fingers feathered over my hips, my stomach. My muscles danced under his touch. I whimpered, my hips pressing up to meet his hands.
He slid his hand between my legs, velvet slick against the wetness there. My eyes fluttered shut, and I groaned. I felt like I was coming apart, and he barely touched me.
"Bradley, please," I whispered.
"Look at me."
I opened my eyes, saw him watching me with a hooded expression.
"Don't move," he said, sliding his hands around my waist. He lifted me, making me sit on the stone ledge of the railing. "You are shaking."
"Someone can see us," I said as I looked around once again.
He didn't say anything. Bradley only smirked as he crouched in front of me.
The first brush of his lips against me was electric: I jerked as if I had been shocked, and his arms tightened around my thighs. I was staring down at him, in surprise, in fear, in - something I don't know what was. I don't know. I didn't know anything right then. He looked up at me, those blue eyes. His fingers pressed into my hips, into that sensitive spot between thigh and labia, and the noise I made was only barely human.
"I love how sensitive you are," The heat of his breath might as well have been his tongue. "And how sweet you taste."
He kissed me like I was kissing him back, dragging lips and careful tongue, heat singing through me, pleasure crawling through my belly, spreading through my hips like fingers. His nose brushed my clit, and my back arched so sharply he dug his fingers into my thighs to keep me steady. And instead of backing off, instead of letting me breathe, he turned the full attention of his mouth to it, holding tight onto me, following the movement of my hips.
His tongue traced the contour of my cunt, his beard brushing soft against my thighs. I wanted to curl up into a ball, wanted to wrap my arms and legs around him. I wanted his grip to bruise me. I wanted to come so bad I could barely think.
I felt his fingers brush my ass under his chin. His tongue dragged up the length of my lips as his fingers followed the trail, pushing into me at the same time he sucked my clit into his mouth.
My cry was sharp and loud and made me acutely aware of the near-silence in the room, of the sounds he was making, the sounds I was making, but he hummed again and smiled against my cunt.
"Tell me what you want now," Bradley asked me as he raised himself in front of me, unzipping his pants. "Tell me!"
"I want you inside me," I answered as he quietly tore open a condom wrapper.
"And how long have you wanted me to fuck you?" he asked.
"Too long," I moaned.
"Since when?" he teased me with the head of his cock.
"Since the movie."
"Liar! Since when? If you want me to fuck you, tell me the truth."
"Since before," I sighed. "Since the day we met. I used to make myself come thinking about you. Even when I fuck him sometimes. I think about you so often. Please don't make me wait any longer. I can feel you against me, but it's not enough. I need more."
"Beg," he said.
"Fuck me," I moaned, pushing back on him as he slid halfway inside me before holding my hips still. "Please fuck me."
"Is that better?" he asked, pushing me forward as he thrust it all into me.
"Yes," I moaned over and over again as he began to move. I started to lose track of everything as he moved faster and harder, the cold air blowing against my face and stinging my eyes. "Oh, fuck, I'm going to come. You feel so damn good inside me."
"Come for me, you little slut," he moaned, thrusting into me as hard as he could. I was shaking as I cried quietly. He was close too. "You are amazing," he said when was done, pulling me in for a kiss. I kissed him back before taking his hand in mine as we turned and looked out over the beach, wondering if someone saw us. There was no sign of people around there.
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