Rest Your Love On Me {Tradley Story}

Chapter Twenty One

25th May

It was around 9PM, the city of Chicago was shining brightly. Iris was on the windowsill, a cup filled with a still hot blueberry infusion in her hands. She couldn't sleep despite her exhausting day at work. She was feeling a little better, the medicine her oncologist had prescribed for her to ease the side effects of chemotherapy were working. She was still tired, but she could keep up. She felt less alone to have talked about it with Bradley, he was often at her place to make him think of something else. He tried to make her laugh by coming out of very bad jokes, telling her that she would be very sexy bald, something that makes the blonde moan more than anything else, but that amused the brunette. They were all for each other.

She was out of her thoughts when there was a knock on her door. She frowned, who could disturb her on a Saturday evening? She got up, put her cup on the coffee table and went to open it. She was surprised to see James behind it.

- Good evening, she smiles.

- Hi, can I come in?

- Uh, yes, she said letting him pass, what do I owe the honor of your visit?

- I absolutely must do this ...

She frowned.

Suddenly, he took his face in a cup and pressed his lips to hers. She was surprised, but returned it. He detached himself from her and looked her in the eyes. Their foreheads were glued and their lips separated by only a few inches.

- I couldn't take it anymore, he whispered. I love you since two years and I needed to tell you. Iris, I'm completely crazy about you. Would you like to become my girlfriend?

- I was waiting for that too.

- What?

- I noticed that you liked me and I was only waiting for you to take the first step.

He pressed his lips to hers again, placing his hands on her hips. She stood on tiptoe to try to be at his height, arms wrapped around her neck. He pulled away just to look at her. Since he had seen her naked in her bathtub, she had haunted him day and night. He couldn't take it anymore, he wanted her more than anything.

- So ?

- Of course silly.

They kissed again, more fiery. He put his hands on her buttocks and she on his shoulders. He pressed her against the wall, to nibble on the skin of her neck. She moaned softly, she loved it.

She pulled gently on her cream-colored sweater and ran her cold hands under his top. He shivered at this contact but let her do it. However, he opened his eyes when she unbuttoned his jeans.

- Iris that ...

- You've loved me for two years and it's reciprocal, she said sensually. I usually don't want to sleep the first night, but I really want you, James.

- Are you sure?

- Yes.

She smiled at him before pulling him to her room. He was dying for it. Their lips met again and quickly their tops landed on the floor. James laid her on the bed, placing herself above him, kissing her on all sides. He marked his neck three times, leaving purple marks behind him. He took off his pajama bottoms, admiring her. She was still tired, but she could keep up.

However, she regained control of the situation by reversing their position. She was astride her pelvis, where she felt a bump. She did the same as him, marking him before descending on his chest. However, she stopped thinking of a detail.

- James do you have a condom?

- In my wallet, in my pocket, he said, reversing his place with hers. But are you still a virgin or not?