10 Years (Time for Love 5)

What if things were awkward between us afterwards?

This is me and Craig. We’ve been through good times, bad times, and the worst times imaginable, I’m sure we’ll be able to handle this…

I was about to ask myself another stupid question, when Craig came back into the room and all thought left me as took in his perfectly chiseled chest and abs.

Good gravy, I thought, and told my inner-doubter to shut the hell up.

He stalked toward me, a smirk on his face as if he could read my thoughts, then began moving over me on the bed.

Looking up at him, his hair slightly disheveled from my hands, his eyes stormy with heat, and his naked skin with my peripheral vision, I thought this was the best view I’d ever seen, before his face lowered.

“What about the grill?” I asked, moving my face to the side.

He took the opportunity to brush his full lips against my throat, causing chill bumps to break out all over my skin, and a delicious heat to infuse my skin.

“It’ll burn out,” he replied in between strokes, and I decided that if the house burned down around us, so be it, I’d die a happy girl.

Craig put his hand under my shirt, so I shifted up to pull it over my head. His eyes took in my bra-covered breasts and the look on his face left me breathless. He watched my cleavage heaving over the cups as I unhooked the clasp in the back, and slowly drew the straps down my arms. Teasing us both.

Once the bra was completely off, I slung it over the side of the bed and laid back. Rather than bringing his mouth to my breasts as expected, he lowered his chest to mine so our bare skin touched, then he moved slowly, allowing the feel of his heated skin to bring my nipples to hardened peaks.

God, he was good at this.

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ter a few seconds he kissed my chin, then my throat, and finally, he gently kissed my breasts. First one, then the other, before running his tongue lovingly around my areola and taking a nipple into his mouth. As he bit, tugged, and sucked, I arched my back and put my fingers in his hair, hoping to give him better access, and to keep him there as long as humanly possible.

While his face and mouth worshiped my breasts, his hand began moving south. When he slipped in under the hem of my yoga pants, I wantonly spread my knees and legs wider. Memories resurfaced of Craig and I in this same position, but I pushed them to the side, much more eager to live in the moment.

It was a fantastic moment.

Craig’s hand slipped under my panties and ran along the slick heat underneath before easing one of his fingers inside.

“Yes,” I panted, overcome with the delicious sensations that his hand and mouth were providing.

“Oh, God,” I cried when he pushed another finger inside and began to pump in and out.

Suddenly Craig growled and said, “I can’t wait.”

I looked up into his beautiful green eyes and replied, “Don’t. Don’t wait.”

Craig shifted and I heard a drawer open, then the crinkling of a wrapper as he opened a condom. Before I had a chance to blink, he swept off the basketball shorts he’d been wearing and was masterfully sheathing his impressive cock. He hadn’t been wearing underwear. So HOT.

I realized that I was enjoying the view, rather than helping to move things along, so I put my thumbs in my waistband and pushed my pants and underwear simultaneously down my legs.

His lips were on my stomach, then I felt a nip on the underside of my breast, seconds before his tongue swept my nipple, then licked up my chest and throat. I turned my head, wanting him to have all the access he needed, then sighed loudly as he nuzzled under my ear before pulling my sensitive lobe into his mouth.

“You’re so beautiful, Gwen,” Craig whispered huskily into my ear as he eased slowly inside of me.

It was so slow, so torturous, so beautiful, and I swear I could feel each inch enter me, until I felt so full and complete that tears pricked the corner of my eyes. I turned my head to look at him, and my heart clenched at the love and wonder I saw there.

He brought my knees up so they almost touched my shoulders, and held them there with the length of his biceps, then he began to move.

His hips pulled back all the way, then he gently rocked the head of his cock over my clit, drifting back down and inside, pumping the head in and out slowly, before thrusting all the way back inside, until I felt his balls gently slap my ass. He did this over and over, mercilessly teasing us both, until I had a sheen of sweat covering my skin, and an orgasm just out of reach.

He shifted, pulling back to straighten my legs and bring them to rest on his shoulders, then thrust in, deeper than before, and tilted his hips. Suddenly, I felt every stroke, every movement, down to my core, and the need to reach my orgasm was so intense that I worried I was about to become delirious.

“Right there, Craig… Oh my God!” I was shouting and I couldn’t even care.