7 Months (Time for Love 8)
“I’m sorry, Ming,” Brady said again as he crossed back to me.
“I’m glad that you’re okay, and that you came to me when you needed someone,” I assured him, then we slipped into bed.
“There’s nowhere else I’d rather be,” he replied.
Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Brady
There was a dull ached at the base of my head.
Probably from crying like a little damn baby in Ming’s arms last night. How fucking embarrassing.
Rather than opening my eyes right away, I shifted in the bed, enjoying the feel of Ming’s warm, soft body tucked into mine.
She hadn’t made me feel weak when it happened, she’d just held on tight, like she knew that was what I’d needed. Surprisingly, she’d been a source of strength for me, and I didn’t regret what happened. I’m glad I came here rather than going home.
Still, I never needed what happened to get back to my brothers. They’d never let me live that shit down.
My hands moved, my body finally coming to life and realizing where it was. One caressed the sweet curve of Ming’s ass, while the other slipped down my chest to brush across her full breast, resting against me.
“Mmmm,” she murmured as she writhed slowly against me, her nipple puckering against the back of my hand.
Definitely awake now, Ming brought her hand from around my waist to settle on my stomach, her fingers splayed out, white against brown. I squeezed her ass cheek in my hand, then moved lower until I reached the hem of her nightie and slipped underneath. I was about to turn onto my side when Ming began to travel lower, her fingertips teasing as they dipped beneath the waistband of the boxer briefs I’d been sleeping in. Tilting my chin, I watched her fingers disappear as I felt her tiny hand wrap around my cock.
Ming jacked me slowly as my fingers found her turned on and already wet for me. She bucked against me when I entered her, her clit brushing against my thigh as she did, and I knew she enjoyed the dual hits of pleasure when she moaned deep in her throat and her hand started moving faster.
I was simultaneously pinching her nipple as I fucked her with my fingers and watched her hand shifting beneath the cotton. It was a feast for the senses. Touch, sight, sound, and smell, everything seemed heightened, and when she ran her thumb over the head of my cock, then squeezed all the way down, I bucked against her with a loud groan.
Fuck, it felt so good, but I didn’t want to come this way…
Ming protested when I stopped fondling her and took her hand out of my briefs, but her eyes were hot on me when I pushed her on her back and moved over her and began pulling her panties down her legs. She sat up and rid herself of the nightgown before laying back against the pillows and watching me.
I started at her calves, my fingers caressing her softly before my lips lowered to do the same, just a gentle swipe of skin against skin as I traveled up, eyes locked on hers the whole time. The back of her knee, her thighs, the quickest tease over her clit, before hitting her flat belly and moving to pay homage to her tits. Her breath caught as I sucked her right nipple into my mouth, my teeth nibbling as my tongue curled around the hard peak. After giving the same attention to her left breast, I continued my path over her collarbone, to the base of her throat, and up her neck.
I could feel her body quivering beneath me, but when I would have taken her mouth with mine, she turned her head.
“I didn’t brush my teeth yet,” she murmured, her face reddening.
“Doesn’t bother me,” I said truthfully, flicking out my tongue to lick her jaw.
When she kept her head turned, I bypassed her lips and began to kiss my way back down.
“Please,” she begged, her hips thrusting up, telling me what she wanted.
I pushed off of her and relieved myself of my underwear, then returned to my position over her, her legs widening to welcome me inside. Once I was settled between them, the tip of my cock tempting her center, I took a moment to take her in.
Dark hair wild and face still sleepy, yet turned on. My eyes trailed down her body, flush and ready for me, then back to her face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said, and her face softened while her lips turned up, and I thought she’d never looked more amazing, until I entered her slowly. Her lower lip dropped and her eyes became heavy, and I took a mental picture of how she looked in that moment, before I closed my eyes to let the sensation of being inside her overtake me.
Ming’s legs came around my waist, as her hips tilted up to take me deeper. I kept my pace slow at the beginning, wanting to make this feeling last as long as I possibly could. I dipped my head and kissed the side of her neck, then maneuvered my thrusts so that my pelvic bone would hit her clit as I moved in and out.
I knew I’d hit the spot when she breathed, “Yes, there,” and lifted her hips up off the bed to get better contact. She braced herself with her hands on my shoulders, and when she began whimpering in the back of her throat, I moved faster.
Ming came with my name on her lips, then moved to take my mouth with hers, and the feel of her clenching around me, along with the sound of her pleasure, triggered my own orgasm, and I came while we kissed.
I moved to rest my forehead against hers as I struggled to catch my breath, and when I heard Ming whisper, “I love you, Brady,” I was overcome with warmth and affection.
I’d never had a sexual experience like the one we’d just shared, and I knew that I wanted to spend more time with Ming, get to know her better and see where things went, but I wasn’t able to reciprocate her feelings. Not yet.