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I’m not sure what to say because my heart rate is still returning to normal. I sit there quietly listening to the conversation the three of them have. They ask about the party and how the evening went. I nod sometimes in agreement but other than that I don’t have anything clever to add. Thankfully, Brad stands up and stretches. “It’s been a long night. Nikki and I are going upstairs. I’ll see you two knuckleheads tomorrow.”
Both of them throw us a goodnight. I give them each a wave while telling them it was nice finally meeting them both. We weave our way back through the house and when we get to the stairs Brad picks up my bag and carries it. As we climb up the flight of stairs, I wonder what he’s thinking. Is he going to ask me to stay the night? He never mentioned it in the planning and I don’t want to assume, but he didn’t say anything to his sisters and he definitely hasn’t said anything to me.
We reach the landing and he gestures down the right side of the hall. “Abigale and my mom’s rooms are down that way. I’m this way.” He tilts his head to the left and starts to walk down the hall.
“Where do Amelia and your nephew sleep?”
“They have their own space down in the basement. When she got pregnant, my parents had the basement completely refurbished for her. We all knew pretty early on the father wasn’t going to be involved so all of us started planning on how to help her.”
I don’t mention or ask about Brad’s dad. His parents divorced several years ago and it’s still a point of contention between them all. Anytime he ever mentioned it, it was always because he brought it up or wanted to vent about him. I have and will always listen to him talk about him but I try not to take an active role in trying to judge the actions of someone I have never met.
Once we reach his room, he opens the door and I’m immediately surprised at how spacious it is. It’s way bigger than the space I had at my parent’s house. I even spy a small ensuite bathroom off to the side. I walk over to his dresser to look at the photographs. He has framed photos ranging from childhood to what looks like college. There’s even a few old soccer trophies up on a shelf. I also spy his materials for studying for the bar on his dresser. As I make my way around the room, I stop in my tracks when I see myself on his wall. In a tiny gold frame no bigger than a 5x7 is a photo of us at graduation. I’m standing right next to him, both of us in our green graduation gowns smiling for the camera.
I point to the photo and turn to look for Brad. I know he’s in the room. He’s allowed me the space to look around, but now I need him to participate in this exploration. “You have a framed photo of us in your room? How long has this been here?” I turn my head back to the photo and inspect the frame. There doesn’t appear to be any dust on the ledge of it.
“Well, you were there for the photo.”
I quirk one of my eyebrows in response. “I know that. Wait… are you saying you’ve had this picture in your room since we graduated?”
Brad nods. “Yep, pretty much.” He moves to sit down on the edge of the bed and sets my bag beside him. “That summer after graduation, I was lost. A few days after the ceremony my mom printed a bunch of the photos from that day. I was looking through them and she saw me eyeing that one. The next day I found it in my room on my nightstand in a frame. I looked at that photo all summer long and thought about that day. I was looking at it when I got the email for law school.” He hesitates and for a moment my heart rate picks up.
“Nikki, you know that I had to go to law school. I couldn’t say no and wait here to see if we could start something after you got back from Europe. I was sending messages to you and they were going unanswered.”
I move to sit down on the bed beside him. I gently put my hand over his on the bed. “Brad, I don’t blame you for leaving and going to law school. I didn’t check my messages almost the whole time I was overseas. I also didn’t ask you to wait for me. The past is the past but we’re here now.”
He slowly nods his head in agreement. “I know. I just don’t want to lose you again.”
“Hey, we’re past all that. Let’s just tell each other how we feel from now on and it’ll all work out.”
“I agree.”
He leans over and kisses me. His hand coming to my face, holding my cheek in his palm. Our kiss begins to deepen. I moan but instantly pull away from him. Looking towards the door and then back at him. “Do you think anyone can hear us?”
He barks out a laugh. “No, and right now I wouldn’t care if they could. Do you know how many times I’ve had to endure them having boyfriends over? You’re the first girl I’ve brought home that I’ve been with so it’s payback time.” He leans forward and begins kissing me again.
We continue kissing and evolve to some heavy petting. He removes the small sweater I’m wearing over my plaid dress. His suit jacket and tie come off. As our tongues tangle, we both need more. At some point, we laid down on his bed and my head is propped up on one of his pillows. When he pulls away from me, I feel the loss of his touch immediately.
He looks at me with such reverence. “Can I take off your dress?” His voice is deep and gravelly.
I nod my head, too afraid my voice will betray me. I want him and this but I’m worried my voice would make it sound like I don’t. It would come out shaky even to my own ears and it’s the nerves of wanting this for so long. He leans up over me far enough to tug on my dress. He slowly slides it down my body, sucking in a breath when he realizes I’m not wearing a bra, my breasts on full display as I fall back onto the bed.
He never takes his eyes off of me as he slowly rolls down the tights that I had on underneath my dress. He leaves my panties on, much to my dismay. I’m wet, embarrassingly so, and I’m sure if he looks he can see how wet I really am for him. As he hovers over my body and slowly makes his way up, he begins to kiss my stomach, then he moves to my chest. When his lips close around one of my nipples, I moan.
His other hand comes up to knead my other breast and I am on fire. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted someone as much as I want him. He’s still wearing his dress pants, and he raises up just enough for me to snake my hands between us to get to his belt. I undo itand fling it towards the floor. I could care less as the sound of the metal buckle hitting the floor ricochets around the room. If his mother hearing us have sex is the worst thing to happen tonight, then I’m okay with that.
I undo his pants and he doesn’t stop me. I push them down as far as I can. He holds himself up over me and shimmies them down the rest of the way. He takes his boxers with them and I get my first view of Brad Matthews fully naked. Queue the angels singing in the choir because Brad hasn’t been so busy studying the law to hit the gym. The abs he’s packing should be classified as a dangerous weapon, his chest is defined and covered in a light dusting of hair and his arms are equally as defined as his abs and muscular.
My hands roam and rub all over him, unable to decide where to start first. He doesn’t waste time though once he’s fully naked. He gently lowers on me and I can feel his hips against mine. I can also feel his long and thick cock rubbing up against me, the thin barrier of my panties the only thing stopping him from penetrating me. He grinds himself against me as his lips attach and suck my neck. His hands interlaced with mine above my head pinning them down, immobile, unable to touch his perfect body.
When I’m writhing below him he moves his lips to my ear and whispers to me, “Patience is a virtue. I’ve waited years to do this with you. Now let me have my fun.”
All I can do is moan as he gently bites down on my earlobe. I feel that tiny bite all the way down, deep into my clit. I don’t know how long we spend with him grinding on me but I can feel that my underwear is soaked. I want them off. I want him inside me. He plays with my chest, sucking and kissing each of my breasts, he kisses and sucks on my neck and he makes his way down to my panties. My inner self rejoices that finally,finallyhe’s going toremove them. Instead of removing them he pushes his face into them and takes a large inhale. I’m so shocked I almost gasp. I’ve never had a man smell me like this.
“I fucking love the way you smell. I’ll bet I’ll love the taste too.” He pushes my underwear to the side and swipes his tongue inside me. For the briefest of seconds, he gives me one long lick and I shudder. I am so revved up I’m going to explode soon if I don’t get more relief. He must realize how much I want him because, in an instant, he sits up and wraps his arms around my legs, pulling them apart. Sitting up on his knees he pulls my underwear to the side and rubs the head of his cock through my folds.
The feeling shoots electric sparks throughout my body. I can’t help theOh fuckthat escapes my lips. He does this once, twice, three times, and then on the third he sinks himself into me and it’s the most amazingly full I’ve ever felt. Santa delivered this year. His cock inside of me fits perfectly. Brad sits still inside of me as I adjust and when I think I’m ready to have him move, I look him in the eyes and nod.
“Oh fuck, you feel so good. I’ve waited five years for this moment,” he groans as he thrusts in and out.
