me into another crying spell. I fought it as hard as I could. He's going to think I'm mental. Maybe I am mental.
I had no good answer to give him, so I just shook my head mutely. His eyes were pools of concern and confusion. I felt so impossibly stupid and childish. I reached for him, and he shook his head, keeping me at bay. My arms fell. He grabbed my arms and stood, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled up, dragging it over my flat stomach and the swell of my breasts. I raised my arms to help and he pulled the shirt up and over my head. Tossing the shirt to the side, he ran his fingers down the side of my body until he hit the top of my skirt. He followed it around to the back, and he slipped his fingers underneath the material and unzipped it. He let go of the fabric and it fell to the floor. I slipped off my flats and stepped numbly out of the skirt. I stood in front of him in my plain cotton bra and panties, the tears still glistening on my checks. Is he going to try and have sex with me?
He bent over and picked me up, his huge muscles making my weight effortless. He carried me to the bed, drew back the blanket, and set me down softly on the silky sheets. He pulled the cool sheet and down comforter over my body, enveloping me in luxury. He kissed my lips gently and then moved up and kissed my forehead. Reaching over, he switched off the bedside light, putting the room in soft darkness. Standing up, he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. He pulled his shirt off, exposing a tan muscular chest and huge shoulders and arms. He went around to the other side of the bed and I heard a zipper. I stiffened, unsure of his intentions. Moments later, he was in the bed with me, his arms surrounding me. He turned me to my side, away from him, and spooned his hard body around me. I sniffled once, and then fell into an exhausted and deep sleep.
CHAPTER 16
I woke up once during the night. I rolled over and reached out, feeling for Brad, but the bed was empty. I raised my head and softly called his name. Hearing no response, I pushed back the blankets and stood. I went into the bathroom and used the toilet, emptying my bladder. I washed my hands and padded back to bed. I didn't need to check the other rooms to know he wasn't there. The man had a presence that filled a space. If he was there, I would have sensed it. I glanced at the clock on my way to the bed. 2:45am. I laid back down and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
I was awakened by Brad's mouth. It was on my neck and doing incredibly delicious things to my body. I was wet before I even opened my eyes. The sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains, and the gorgeous room glowed a soft yellow. The blanket was tented over our bodies - Brad on top of me, his legs on either side of mine and his weight supported by his knees and one arm. The other arm was busy. It roamed, skimming the top of my bra, over my small cleavage, and traveling down my stomach. When it reached the top of my panties it tugged down, and he softly swiped his fingers over my pubic area, teasing the bit of hair there. I moaned with desire and responded immediately, pulling my long legs free and wrapping them around his waist. I leaned my head back, opening my neck even more and arched my back, pressing my breasts into him. He took advantage of my arched back to move his free hand underneath and grabbed my ass firmly, squeezing it and playing with my ass with his fingers. It was something I had never experienced, and I gasped with surprise. He instantly moved his hand, taking it up and grabbing the back of my head, pulling it so that I was staring into his eyes. They were deviously playful and I swiftly leaned up and kissed him until he responded, pushing
I had no good answer to give him, so I just shook my head mutely. His eyes were pools of concern and confusion. I felt so impossibly stupid and childish. I reached for him, and he shook his head, keeping me at bay. My arms fell. He grabbed my arms and stood, pulling me to my feet. He grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled up, dragging it over my flat stomach and the swell of my breasts. I raised my arms to help and he pulled the shirt up and over my head. Tossing the shirt to the side, he ran his fingers down the side of my body until he hit the top of my skirt. He followed it around to the back, and he slipped his fingers underneath the material and unzipped it. He let go of the fabric and it fell to the floor. I slipped off my flats and stepped numbly out of the skirt. I stood in front of him in my plain cotton bra and panties, the tears still glistening on my checks. Is he going to try and have sex with me?
He bent over and picked me up, his huge muscles making my weight effortless. He carried me to the bed, drew back the blanket, and set me down softly on the silky sheets. He pulled the cool sheet and down comforter over my body, enveloping me in luxury. He kissed my lips gently and then moved up and kissed my forehead. Reaching over, he switched off the bedside light, putting the room in soft darkness. Standing up, he looked down at me, his expression unreadable. He pulled his shirt off, exposing a tan muscular chest and huge shoulders and arms. He went around to the other side of the bed and I heard a zipper. I stiffened, unsure of his intentions. Moments later, he was in the bed with me, his arms surrounding me. He turned me to my side, away from him, and spooned his hard body around me. I sniffled once, and then fell into an exhausted and deep sleep.
CHAPTER 16
I woke up once during the night. I rolled over and reached out, feeling for Brad, but the bed was empty. I raised my head and softly called his name. Hearing no response, I pushed back the blankets and stood. I went into the bathroom and used the toilet, emptying my bladder. I washed my hands and padded back to bed. I didn't need to check the other rooms to know he wasn't there. The man had a presence that filled a space. If he was there, I would have sensed it. I glanced at the clock on my way to the bed. 2:45am. I laid back down and was asleep before my head even hit the pillow.
I was awakened by Brad's mouth. It was on my neck and doing incredibly delicious things to my body. I was wet before I even opened my eyes. The sunlight was streaming in through a crack in the curtains, and the gorgeous room glowed a soft yellow. The blanket was tented over our bodies - Brad on top of me, his legs on either side of mine and his weight supported by his knees and one arm. The other arm was busy. It roamed, skimming the top of my bra, over my small cleavage, and traveling down my stomach. When it reached the top of my panties it tugged down, and he softly swiped his fingers over my pubic area, teasing the bit of hair there. I moaned with desire and responded immediately, pulling my long legs free and wrapping them around his waist. I leaned my head back, opening my neck even more and arched my back, pressing my breasts into him. He took advantage of my arched back to move his free hand underneath and grabbed my ass firmly, squeezing it and playing with my ass with his fingers. It was something I had never experienced, and I gasped with surprise. He instantly moved his hand, taking it up and grabbing the back of my head, pulling it so that I was staring into his eyes. They were deviously playful and I swiftly leaned up and kissed him until he responded, pushing
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