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He likes to be on top, whether he’s fucking or getting fucked.
It’s about control. That’s what he tells her. The same way his asshole work persona is about controlling what his coworkers know about the Real Brad. She’s happy to give him that semblance if that’s what he needs.
Brad is beautiful like this. All lean lines and sharp angles. Hips rolling smoothly as he sits in her lap. Hands on the headboard for balance.
Her hands run over his thighs to his hips before grabbing his ass. Brad moans softly, head tipping back.
“You’re doing so well babe,” she whispers. His hips lose their rhythm for just a second.
Brad likes that too. Being told how good he’s doing. If asked, he’ll never admit it. He’s so obvious though. The first time she praised him while he was fucking her, Brad came so loudly. Face hidden in her neck, adorably embarrassed, she assures him not to worry. After, he gives her the most explosive orgasm after with fingers, lips and tongue. He’s not acting shy anymore. Smug bastard facade back in full effect.
“Fuck,” he whines, as one of her fingers traces his rim where he’s stretched around the strap-on. She smirks when he tries to glare in response.
“Hmm, you’re wound so tight.” His knees clench around her hips. Pressing kisses into his flushed chest, “Can you come like this or do you need me to touch you?”
There’s no reply right away. Brow furrowed, mouth open, he’s concentrating so hard. Hands smooth up his sides and nails scratch lightly down his back to pause at his hips.
“Please, please touch me,” his whimper muffled as he presses his mouth to hers.
Everything is fast and furious after that. She lets his hips do most of the work. With her hand wrapped around his cock, Brad gets loud. He tries to stifle his noises. Lips pressed to her skin, nipping, sucking, biting.
He shouts when he finally comes. Body going tense before slumping against her. She presses kisses to whatever skin she can reach while he relaxes.
She feels more than sees his wince when the strap-on is pulled out. He’s surprisingly easy to maneuver post-orgasm, in a way he typically never is. Once he’s on his back, she cleans between his legs and wipes his stomach.
Later, he allows her to snuggle up to him beneath their sheets. “Feel better?”
“Mmm. Much,” he replies, kissing her softly on the lips. “Love you.”
“Love you too,” she whispers against his mouth.
She’d do this everyday to make him happy. So he feels safe enough to be Real Brad in these moments with her.