Present Perfect(55)

I did a full blown belly laugh. “You’re crazy.”

“Damn straight, Beautiful. Crazy for the dance.” He began gyrating his hips as he walked toward me. “I got the music in me and its gotsta get out!”

He grabbed the hem of his shirt and slowly peeled it off, tossing it to the side, a la striptease. Wow, his body was insane. His chest was smooth and toned. His abs and V were not as prominent as Noah’s, but they were there, and they were very nice.

I was laughing so hard my sides started hurting. I couldn’t think straight. He continued to gyrate all the way to the foot of the bed. Leaning over, he grabbed my ankles, pulling me down towards him. Crawling up the bed and over my body, Brad hovered just above me, his hands on either side of my head. He leaned towards me slightly, as if he were doing a pushup, and asked in all seriousness, “Why are you laughing at my dream?”

“I’m not laughing at your dream. It’s a very nice dream. I just never pictured you as Lord of the Dance,” I said, trying hard to contain my laughter. His sapphire stare causing me to heat up.

“Oh yeah. The sequins, the jazz hands, the tights. It’s what I live for.”

“I apologize for mocking your dream,” I said, a smile playing across my lips.

“I am very hurt and offended. But, I can think of twenty-five ways you can make it up to me,” he looked up as if something had just dawned on him. “Wait, twenty-five and a half ways.” He shot me a wink.

I rolled my eyes and continued to smile up at him. He really was fun, besides being terribly cute, sexy, and half naked.

He lowered his body a little closer and began running his nose along mine. Teasing me, he dipped his lips close to mine, but didn’t touch them. He wanted me to come to him. I raised my head up capturing his lips with mine. We broke contact for a split second as he adjusted his position, laying beside me, using his elbow to prop himself up.

As our lips reconnected, I ran my hands over his ripped abdomen and up his chest, until they found their way into his hair. He let out several moans while they made their way up his body. Pressing on the back of his head, I pushed him closer to me as our tongues took turns going in and out of each other’s mouths. It was like we couldn’t taste each other fast enough. My actions were completely my body responding to his. This was one reason why I didn’t think it was a good idea for us to be in his bedroom. Whenever Brad touched me, my brain shut off and I just felt him. This scared me because I felt overwhelmed with sensations and out of control.

The music had stopped, replaced by heavy breathing and moans.

“I really like you, Amanda,” he said between kisses.

“I really like you too,” I said between moans.

We both gasped between kisses, drawing in as much oxygen as we could, trying to catch our breath. Brad brought his left hand up and cupped the side of my face. He pulled his lips from mine, tugging my bottom lip as he broke away.

He looked down at me and whispered, “You’re special to me.” Sincerity spilled from his eyes.

I could feel the warmth cross over every part of my body. Returning his gaze, I trailed my hand down the side of his face to his strong jaw. “There’s more to you than what you let people see,” I whispered.

He leaned down and brushed my lips with his. His gaze was smoldering and hot. “God, I want you so bad,” he whispered against my lips.

“You have me. I think of us as close friends.”

Chuckling, he said, “You’re so damn adorable,” he paused for a moment. “I want to be with you.”

He started placing light kisses along my jaw, stating in between, “Amanda, you’re so beautiful and sweet.” His lips headed toward my neck. “…and hot.” He moved to below my ear. “I’m going to explode if I don’t get inside of you soon.” He nipped at my earlobe, and then returned to my lips, keeping me from saying anything. I couldn’t think straight or talk. All I could do was feel and react. Every part of my body was throbbing.

His hand slid down to my breast. As he massaged it, his thumb ran over my hard covered nipple. My nipples were standing at attention. He started nibbling across my jaw, again. Now was my chance to say something. This was getting out of hand fast and I needed to stop it from going farther. But no words came out of my mouth, only moans. I didn’t want him to stop.

Using a low gravelly voice, he said, “Take your shirt and bra off. I need to get my mouth on your gorgeous tits.”

It was as if my body had been taken over by aliens. I didn’t seem to have any control over what I was doing. I continued to struggle with my thoughts and my gut feeling, but my body ignored them and succumbed to the sensations. It felt amazing. He felt amazing. He watched as I began to unbutton my shirt, his eyes eager and hungry.

Once my torso was exposed, he ran his hand up the middle of it. As I lifted up slightly he slip the shirt over my shoulders and down my arms, tossing it to the floor. His hands ran over my breasts, then my shoulders, finally landing on my back, and unclasped my bra. I had never been completely naked in front of a boy before. Even with the heavy make out sessions we had done, I always had enough control to keep my clothes on.

Brad slid the straps down my arm and threw my bra to the side. He looked down at me as if he wanted to devour every inch of my body. His chest heaved up and down as his breaths were coming out shallow and quick. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” he panted, just before his mouth descended on my nipple.