10 Years (Time for Love 5)

It didn’t seem to bother Craig, because he said, “Jesus, Gwen, you’re so hot. So fucking perfect,” and he began pumping even faster.

I allowed all of my senses to open. I didn’t want to miss or forget any second of this encounter with Craig.

I listened to the sound of our moans mingling and the slapping sound of our skin meeting, I felt the slick heat of his skin as I held on to his shoulders for dear life. And, I smelled the sweet mixture of sweat and arousal. When he leaned down to take my mouth with his, then closed his eyes and said, “I love you,” I cried out that I loved him too, and enjoyed each quake, shiver, and shock that my orgasm brought, then I watched Craig’s face as he reached his release.

Once we were both left exhausted, sweaty, and gasping for air, Craig fell to his side and drew me to him. I snuggled in, not embarrassed, ashamed, or the least bit regretful, and knew I’d found what I’d been missing out on.

Chapter Twenty-Two ~ Craig

Present Day (20 years old)

I became aware of the bright light of the sun streaming through the window and tried to burrow deeper into my bed. That’s when I noticed the soft warm body that was nestled in my arms.

I inhaled the scent of Gwen’s hair as I opened my eyes and looked down at her peaceful face.

The night had gone much better than I’d ever hoped. I’d imagined I would cook dinner, and we’d talk, or maybe watch a movie … The reality of waking up with Gwen in my arms, after the night we shared, was more than I could have hoped for. I just hoped she was still on board with the direction our relationship was moving, and the pace of it.

I kissed the crown of her head lightly, then eased myself out of bed.

We’d never gotten around to eating, and since I hadn’t made her dinner, I’d make her breakfast. She had to be starving, I sure was…

I preferred my eggs fried, but since those really needed to be eaten right away, I decided scrambled with bacon and toast might work best. I put on the coffee, then pulled out everything I needed and got to work. I set 70’s Classic Rock on the Pandora station and sang along as I made breakfast.

I was putting the bacon on a paper towel to soak up the grease when Gwen’s tiny hands wrapped around my waist, and I felt her body against my back.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” I said with a smile as I turned in her arms.

Gwen smiled up at me, her face still soft from sleep, and responded, “Good morning, handsome.”

I leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose.

“Hungry?”

“Starved.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right place,” I said, then plated up some food and handed it to her. “Coffee?”

“Please. Just cream.”

I made us each a cup of coffee and followed her to the small table, then grabbed my own plate and joined her.

“How’d you sleep?” I asked as I picked up a crispy slice of bacon.

“So good,” Gwen said with a small moan as she took a bite, and I wasn’t sure if she was talking about the food or how she slept, but I was happy with the response, either way.

“What’s on your agenda this morning?”

“I don’t have a class until this afternoon,” Gwen said as she sipped her coffee, then her face lit up and she added, “But … I’m dying to know what’s going on at my place.”

I chuckled as she waggled her eyebrows.

“I have a late start today too, so what do you say that we head over and see what our friends are up to after I jump in the shower.”

“Yay!” Gwen said, clapping her hands.

I laughed at her exuberance.

Once our food was done, Gwen offered to do the dishes while I showered, and as someone who hated doing dishes with a passion, I jumped on her offer.