Ch. 17 (Twenty Foreplay)
-Brad and I didn't get any rest until six in the morning.
-I watched him sleep, overwhelmed by my growing feelings for him.
-Starving and sore, I decided to make mac and cheese for lunch.
-His under-the-table grope-fest led to another hot session in the shower.
-Later that night, he confessed that he was falling for me and it scared the scared him.
-He asked if it can just be "me and him", to which I answered, "Yes. God, yes."
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*Graphic sexual content, strong language*
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*Graphic sexual content, strong language*
Location: The True Modern Art Gallery
Date: Thursday, 8/11/09
Time: 5:11 p.m.
"No worry grows
Everything will work out fine
We'll hold our back
Wait for another sight"
He's late. He said to meet him here at 5 o'clock and I've been waiting for 10 minutes. All I remember is that he told me to dress nicely, so I did. I try to calm my nerves by looking at a painting of an old pueblo town. At least that's what it looks like. The architecture reminds me of one of those Spanish villages from the 1800's. Men probably rode on their horses, protecting their people, and ready to fight any outsider that threatens the community that they worked hard to build. Then I start to wonder what I would have been like if I lived in this town. Would I be wearing a ruffled blouse with a long skirt with my hair in a bun? Would I be watching the kids play outside as I make dinner, waiting for Brad to come home? Or would I be married to someone else instead, and he tries to steal me from my husband? Oh yeah, I can totally see him doing the latter. He'd probably throw a rock on my window to wake me up at night, then serenades me with a guitar.
My husband will probably wake up pissed off and they will probably get into a fight. The whole town will watch this spectacle, wishing he will leave me and my family alone. But he doesn't. Instead, he kicks my husband's ass and steals me away on his horse as we ride off into the night. This will be the type of scandalous affair that everyone will talk about, being passed on for generations.
"Sorry I'm late." A husky voice interrupts my Spanish fantasy. It's him. Damn, he looks good!! I forgive you, you sexy bastard.
"What happened?" I ask, pretending to be upset, trying not to drool. This is my first time seeing him in a suit. Usually he's in a t-shirt and jeans, so I barely recognized him. He looks like one of those CEO's that happen to do some modeling on the side. It's ridiculous how hot this man is. I just want to jump on him, right here, right now.
"They were short-staffed at the hospital so I couldn't leave early." His pale blue eyes look sincere.
"Why didn't you call me?"
"Damn, you look hot." He inches closer, placing his hands on my hips.
"Bradley, don't you change the subject on me." The cool, aquatic scent of his cologne
overpowers my brain's ability to think rationally.
"I did try to call you, but you never picked up. You didn't get my message?" He whispers in my ear as he pulls me close.
"No...I didn't know you...called..." The warmth of his body distracts me. The only thing I know is how hard his chest feels against my breasts, and the way my body molds so perfectly to his. God, I miss him. I haven't seen him in a week.
"Mmmm...I missed you." He sighs as he squeezes me even tighter, feeling like I'm melting in his arms.
"I missed you too." I mumble against his neck, trying to slow down my pulse. "Guess what?"
"What?"
"I'm not wearing any panties." I whisper in his ear as I take his hand and push it under my dress. He's going to pay for being late.
"Holy shit..." His jaw drops as his eyes burn into mine. Then he scans my body, pausing at the moist part that just grazed his hand.
I casually walk away, knowing the only thing on his mind is the little kitty that purred. I pretend to act fascinated by a painting of a beach. He quietly follows me, not saying a word.
"What do you think of this painting?" I sheepishly comment.
"You shouldn't have done that." He has a stoic look on his face.
"You shouldn't have been late." I fire back.
"I should have kept my hand in your dress. I would have made you so wet, you'll be pushing my face down there..." He calmly retorts as he examines the painting.
"Brad...we're in public..." I feel my cheeks blush, my temperature rising at his lewd words. What is he doing??
"He looks important." I try to distract him with small talk.
"Just when you're about to come, I'll bend you over in front of this painting like a bad little girl and take you from behind. Hard. Deep. You'll moan so loud, people will wonder what's going on---" The smirk on his face is so evil, I just want to hit him with a sculpture.
"Brad, stop!!" I protest, eyes still on the painting, trying hard not to let him hear my ragged breathing.
"I'll smack your ass so hard, you'll know who your daddy is. You'll moan even louder and grind against me. You won't care if people hear you---"
"You know what??" I finally look at him. It takes every ounce of self control not to unbutton his pants and grab his...
"What, baby?" He grins mischievously.
"I hate you." I give him the beady eyes, shaking my head in frustration. Now he's got me all hot and bothered and pissed off, and I just want to strangle him!!
"What are you gonna do about it?" He challenges me, taking a step closer.
"You can say goodbye to kitty."
"Whaaat?? Nooo, I was just joking!" He panics, fear taking over his eyes. Yeah, that's right. We'll see who has the last laugh now, buddy.
"Nope, too late." I raise my nose like I'm disgusted with him.
"I'm sorry!! Not the kitty, please not the kitty. I need my kitty." His face is only inches from me now, his eyes boring into mine, making me feel weak.
"Uh uh." I turn my face away, arms crossed.
"Woman, don't make me have to use the bathroom!!" He points to the urinal on the wall.
"You're such a dork!!' I chuckle, pushing him on the chest. I can never stay mad at him for too long, and he knows it.
"You wanna get out of here?"
"Yeah, I'm getting hungry."
Location: The Prosper Room
Time: 8:30 p.m.
The soft melody of the piano fills my ears as we sip this mysterious drink called "The Question Mark". The man in the white suit playing the piano reminds me of Sam from the 1940's movie "Casablanca". I can see us in black and white, wrestling with our emotions as we try to fight our feelings for each other. I would be the mysterious, earthy Ilsa Lund and he would be the dashing, charming ex-lover Rick Blaine who owns the place. Even though I'm married, we would tip-toe around our desire for each other, secretly wishing for that moment when we can be alone...
"You like it?" His voice brings me back to reality.
"Yeah, it's really good. It's stronger than the Spline Reticulator but it's still sweet." I start to feel a warm wave of heat take over my body as I take more sips of the drink. My brain feels light and cloudy, and I start to get all tingly down there. Whoa. What is this??
Without thinking, I become curious about what's upstairs. I feel like I'm floating over the steps, forgetting how I'm able to hold on to my drink. My body feels so languid, like jello, being taken in different directions. I can sense Brad right behind me, and I swear I can still smell him, even hear his heartbeat.
Our clothes could not come off fast enough. My body is on fire, and the only thing that will give me any type of release is him. His hands, his mouth, his scent, his taste, his body heat. All of the frustration built up from earlier, the way he teased me and corrupted my thoughts, makes me want to get back at him even more. Hot, bubbly water surrounds my skin as our tongues find each other, penetrating, hungry, juicy. I can hear him groan as he grabs my thigh and wrap it around his waist, making me arch my back. I can feel the steam mixing with my sweat, dripping on my skin, causing an agonizing ache deep inside.
"Brad..." I whimper, on the verge of losing control.
"Yeah..." He mutters as he reaches between my legs and strokes me impatiently.
"He can see us..." I point to the bartender, breathing on his neck.
"Let him watch." He groans as his hand moves up to squeeze my breast.
"No, Brad...I don't want us to get kicked out..." My plea for common sense wavers as he sucks on my lower lip, making me moan.
"Alright, let's get out of here." He whispers as he grabs my hand.
As soon as we step in the elevator, we both look at each other. We are both thinking it. Right here, right now.
"You want to?" He raises his eyebrows.
"No!! What if we get caught?" My mind is trying so hard to be coherent, as his pale blue eyes tempt me to cave in. YES!! You know you want to! Don't lie!
"That's what makes it so exciting." He grins.
"Can we just go somewhere else please?" If we don't leave this elevator soon, I'll be plastered against the wall while he takes me from behind.
"Okay."
Location: Smuggler's Cove
Time: 10:45 p.m.
"Is this better?" He asks, watching my face carefully.
"Oh my gosh, Brad!! How did you..." My jaw drops at the sight of lush pillows over a blanket, with a picnik basket on top. He's good. He's really good.
"I know my baby." He smiles.
"I love it, you are always so full of surprises." I whisper as I caress his thick, raven hair.
"I'm glad you like it. I try to keep you on your toes." He looks up at me with a glazed look in his eyes as he strokes my back.
"Well, you're doing a very good job. This is so romantic." I let out a deep breath as the cool night air brushes on my skin. I can hear the soft sound of crickets behind the trees, as well as the gentle lapping of waves on shore.
"Lyn..." He's getting that velvety sound in his voice again. Oh dear. What is he going to say?
"Yes, Brad?" My breath gets caught in my throat.
"I umm..." He stammers as he looks away.
"Tell me..."
"I...I love you." He gazes up at me again. His words bathe my heart like a warm caress, making me feel like I'm going to explode. YES!! YESSS!!!! I have been longing to hear those words, and it's even more beautiful than I imagined. There's a vulnerability in his eyes that I've never seen before, and for the first time, I feel like I'm the one pulling him in. I'm the one making him feel lost, making him feel weak against a force much larger than him.
"I love you too..." Those four precious words escape my mouth like butterflies freed from their cocoon of fear. They flutter around me before they drift off into the salty air. Now I feel even more vulnerable, like I just handed him my heart and now it's in his hands. What will he do with it? Will he take care of it? Or will he discard it when it has served its purpose? I've never been more afraid in my life.
"I'm hungry." He whispers as he nestles his face against my neck.
"I'll grab the picnic basket."
"No. I don't want food." He grabs my hips before I move further.
"What do you want, baby?"
"I want some kitty."
"Now?? Here??" My pulse races. What if someone sees??
"Yes. And I won't take no for an answer." He rubs his erection against the small of my back, letting me know he means business.
"Yes, daddy." I sigh, surrendering to him.
I close my eyes as his warm, skilled tongue explores my moist center, licking it up and down gently before he buries his face in a frenzy.
"Oh God, oh God..." I moan, wrapping my thighs around his neck as I run my fingers through his hair.
"I want you to come hard." He mumbles, finding my hot spot and changing the movement of his tongue to the perfect pressure, making my thighs quiver.
"Oh, Bradley! Bradley!!" I arch my back, grinding on his face, the warm, tingly pressure in my body unable to contain itself any longer.
"Shhhh...not too loud..."
I cover my mouth with my hands as I scream in ecstasy, writhing against him, thighs shaking as my body jerks wildly.
"So sweet..." He groans, his face still between my legs, watching every last drop of my earth-shattering high until the very last shiver has left my body.
A few minutes later, I find myself straddling him, grinding on him until he's so hard, it seems like he's going to burst through his pants. I wrap my arms around his neck as we rock back and forth, as he fills my aching need, as I feel him grow harder with each thrust. This is unilike anything I've ever experienced before, this thrill of being outside at night, smelling the salty air, overlooking the bridge, watching the glow of the city, hearing the gentle stir of the water while he's deep inside of me.
"I've tasted
Your bittersweet faith
My heart waits for you
I'm taking
A moment to say
Everything I do..
I do it all for you"
"Brad...Brad, people are coming." I panic when I see a guy walk by. He looks over at us as if he's wondering what we're doing.
"They're not gonna come here." He groans he continues to plunge into me.
"What about that lady with the drums?? What if she looks over here?" I try to muffle my moans.
"Maybe she can learn a thing or two." He kisses my neck, his hot breath burning on my skin.
"You are so bad..." I whimper, meeting his thrusts fiercely.
"You love it." He grins as his movements become more urgent.
"You're so full of it..." I roll my eyes, knowing he's close.
"No, you're going to be full of something." He slaps my ass as his movements become more urgent.
"Mmmmmm...."
"Oh, Lyn...I'm..."
"Shhhhh!!"
I put my hand over his mouth as he screams, hoping people won't hear us. I can hear the muffled sound of his voice behind my hand as he takes his final thrust. I cling to him until his body subsides from the explosion, until we catch up with our breaths.
"I should get going. It's getting late." I try to find the courage to leave before I end up falling asleep in his arms. My parents aren't too happy about me coming back in the morning, knowing I've been with Brad. Even though I'm an adult, I'm still livng under their roof, and I still have to respect their feelings.
"Noooo...not yet." The pained look on his face just kills me, making it even harder for me to get up.
"My parents don't like it when I'm out all night. I have to go, Brad."
"Move in with me." His eyes are serious and penetrating.
"What??" I ask, just to make sure I heard him right.
"Move in with me. Then you won't have to go home." He gives me the most tender smile, and I feel like a puddle of goo.
"Yes. God, yes!!"
"Oh, we're moving in the right direction
Word is faith and faith has emerged a shame
Half of us was a beauty of perfection
And going on, I want to do is stay"
*Copyright 2011 by Lyn C.S.*
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"Bittersweet Faith" by Bittersweet
Video by: NguyenxTurbo
