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I could taste beer on his breath, but I didn’t mind. He moved closer, his hand on my back drawing me in so our chests touched. I took a sharp breath at the contact, amazed at how good it felt.
This was the first time I’d kissed, or touched another guy since that night with Brad at his party, but it was apples and oranges in comparison. With Craig I didn’t have one second of doubt, I knew I wanted his lips on mine, and now that I’d had a taste, I didn’t know how I’d ever be able to go back to the way things used to be.
I hoped he felt the same.
“Can I touch you, Gwennie?” Craig asked, his hand at the hem of my T-shirt.
His breath against my ear caused goose bumps to break out over my sensitive flesh.
“Yes,” I responded, my voice barely a whisper.
His hand was cool against my heated stomach and I shivered as he ran it up toward my breasts, which began to heave in anticipation of his touch.
“We won’t go too far, Gwennie, I promise. I just want to feel you,” Craig promised as his lips trailed along my neck. I tilted my head to the side to give him better access, then realized I was basically sitting still while he was bringing me pleasure. I was missing out on the opportunity to touch Craig in ways I’d only imagined, and I was wasting time.
“I trust you,” I replied honestly, then ran my hand through his hair, down his neck, and over the back of his shirt. I wanted to feel his naked skin against my palm.
I allowed myself to be taken away by what I was feeling. I enjoyed the way the muscles of his back felt as I caressed him, and the delicious feelings his fingertips provoked as they teased my nipples through my cotton bra. Heat traveled through my veins as he slipped his hand inside and palmed my bare breast. I had no control over the moans that filtered from my mouth.
I felt so good. Alive and lit up from the inside out. I’d never felt anything like it, and I wanted it to last forever.
I brought my hands awkwardly around to the front of him. Trying to give myself room to run them over the contours of his chest and stomach, without putting too much space between us.
Craig nudged me slightly, urging me to fall to my back on the bed. When his hand came to the button of my jeans, he rested there for a moment, waiting for me to become coherent enough to pay attention to what he was doing.
“Don’t stop yet,” I pleaded as I reached my hands out to hold on to his biceps. He felt so strong and powerful, but nothing about him scared me. I wanted whatever he was willing to give.
“I want to touch you. To make you come,” he said, his green eyes flashing above me. “But I don’t want to push you too far.”
My heart pounded wildly at his words, taking off at a full gallop when he leaned down and barely touched his lips to mine. “Is it okay if I make you come?”
Unable to voice my answer, I nodded slightly, then swept my tongue out and wet his lips. His growl was cut off when he crushed his lips to mine. He simultaneously undid my pants and slid his hand inside. At the first touch of his palm, I bucked against him like a wild animal, no longer in control of the movements of my own body, and when he ran the tip of his finger along me gently, I cried out at the sensations he incited.
Craig’s finger eased slowly in to me, and his moan matched my own. “You’re so tight, so wet… perfect.”
I couldn’t form a response. I was too caught up in what was happening to my body. It was unlike anything I’d ever experienced before. It felt like everything I’d ever wanted was happening right in that moment, and I could feel the joy building inside of me.
I opened my eyes to see Craig watching me, his face full of desire. The expression on his face made the ache deep inside of me grow bigger, and when he added another finger and began to pump it inside of me, my hips began to move uncontrollably.
“I love you so much, Gwennie,” Craig said softly, and my heart lurched as I looked into his eyes as the orgasm ripped through me and I called out his name.
I’d wanted to tell Craig that I loved him too, but as soon as I came down from that earth-shattering moment, Craig was snoring quietly beside me, his hand still in my pants. I’d removed it, righted my clothing, then looked over at him. He looked so sweet. Happy and serene as he dozed.
I fell asleep nestled against his warm chest, his strong arms wrapped around me. It was the best night of my life, and I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.
When I woke up the next morning, I was alone in the bed, a sheet thrown haphazardly over my waist. I sat up, still wearing the clothes from the night before and turned to see Aliyah stretched out on the bed on the other side of the room.
I’d never heard her return.
I looked up as the door opened, and Craig came inside carrying a to-go tray of coffee in his hand.
He was wearing his sunglasses and winced slightly when he tried to smile at me.
“We gotta get on the road,” he said as he walked over and shook Aliyah’s shoulder. “My dad’s expecting me in a couple hours.”
“I’m up,” Aliyah said, sounding anything but.
Dread filled my stomach as his nonchalance began to penetrate.
