Page 21 of Falling Faster
Resting his weight on one arm, Craig holds my gaze and runs his other hand down the center of my chest in a possessive streak. That touch sends me soaring. I want to belong to him, for us to belong to each other. The warm palm travels over my stomach and then wraps around my dick. I arch into the touch, trying to take him deeper. "You feel so damn good."
"You too. So tight around me." Shallow thrusts punctuate each word. Then they pick up speed.
Faster. Harder. Deeper. The pace increases with every beat of my heart.
I dig my heels into his ass, pulling him closer. Pleasureraces through me, my fingers clawing at the bedsheet. My release slams into me, white hot and blinding, and I cry out, spurting over his hand and onto my stomach. As I come down, I feel Craig's cock swell. Wanting to push him over the edge, I scrape my nails over his nipples and sink a love bite into his shoulder.
With a groan, he thrusts forward. Head thrown back, he closes his eyes. His muscles strain and his mouth drops open in soundless release. Muted heat fills the condom.
Completely sated, I stroke my hand down his chest. "I love the way you look when you come."
His eyes open. He falls forward, supported by his hands on either side of my shoulders, then drops onto his forearms. "Yeah? You look pretty amazing that way too."
I slip my hands behind his neck and urge him closer, into a kiss. The endorphins floating through my system have me flying high. I feel good—great, actually—and it's all thanks to Craig.
Hand in hand, we walk to the bathroom and clean up, then slip back into bed, sharing the last of the wine. The hour grows late, and there's still one more story to tell, and one more kiss to savor.
In the early hours of the morning, I fall asleep in Craig's arms, wishing I could hold him forever.
The blaring of the alarm clock crashes through my dreams. I blearily roll toward the sound and stab the button to silence the noise. Green digits glow the time. Five AM.
Craig groans and wraps his arm around me, drawing me back into the heat of his body. "Feels like we just fell asleep."
"I have to get ready." But I don't make a move, snuggledinto the embrace. With each change of a digit on the clock, minutes tick by and tension tightens through me like a strangling snake. Finally, the time clicks to the absolute last minute I can stay in bed. My heart heavy, I press a kiss to Craig's hand and then slip out from under his arm.
The fresh mint of my toothpaste helps wake me up a little and the shower's hot spray chases away the chill of the room's air-conditioning. Bracing my hands on the tiles, I lean into the water rushing down like an intense rain shower. I need a minute to fully chase away the cobwebs of sleep clouding my mind.
A gentle knock on the bathroom door, and then it eases open and Craig steps inside the room, gloriously naked. After a quick swirl of mouthwash, he comes closer. "Mind if I join you? I know we have to hurry, but I…"
"I know." Wanting to share every last minute, I pull back the curtain. Craig slips in behind me, so warm, and wraps his strong arms around my waist, pulling our bodies together. Pressing kisses to my temple, he grabs the small bottle of body wash and pours the clear liquid into his hands.
Luxuriating in the feel of the soapy slide of his hands over my skin, I lean my head onto his shoulder. "This is nice."
"It is. I'm bummed I didn't think to do this with you yesterday morning at my place."
His warm hand slides over my hardening cock, and I push my hips forward into the touch. Why had the guys and I decided to take such an early flight? Can I miss it? But what if I have trouble getting a later one? I have to be back at the office bright and early tomorrow. Those hands move to my hips and with a gentle pressure, urge me to turn so I'm facing Craig.
A sexy smile and half-lidded gaze greet me. I slide my arms around him and rub our torsos together, transferringsoap and wishing I had more time to play. Our mouths meet and our stubbled chins and cheeks add pinpricks of sensation to the kiss. Craig's hands resume their strokes along my back and I arch into the mini-massage. Strong fingers cup my ass, pulling me tighter into his body. As they stroke circles over my skin, sparking arousal, I return the favor, skating my hands over as much skin as I can reach.
Keeping his hold on me, Craig turns us so he's standing under the spray. "I'll rinse off, then start some coffee. Let you finish up in here."
After one more kiss, he steps out of the shower. My gaze on him exiting the room with a towel wrapped around his waist, I drop the shampoo bottle.
Time is ticking away too quickly to waste any minutes. I rush through washing my hair, rinse off, towel off, then leave the bathroom, finger-combing my hair.
The scent of coffee fills the room. Craig is dressed and pouring two steaming cups from the small coffee machine on the desk. Hair in a wavy mess around his face, he crosses the room and hands one to me.
I take a careful sip. Fragrant and rich, the liquid is a touch too hot to drink. "Thank you."
With him watching, I tug on clothes and toss items into my suitcase. My hand pauses over the borrowed athletic pants and shirt I wore yesterday. "What about these? I feel weird handing back dirty clothes. Do you want me to?—"
"Keep them." Craig's rushed words remind me of the times I've spoken so quickly and earnestly when responding to his questions about spending time together. Maybe he wants to be sure I won't forget him. The tips of his ears redden. "You looked better in them than I ever could."
"Okay. Then, thanks." Knowing I'll wash and then slip them on as soon as I land, and certain they'll take first placeamong my favorite things to wear, I tuck the clothes into my bag. Finished packing, I leave a tip for housekeeping, then pick up my coffee and join Craig sitting on the bed. Our hands link together, just as they had last night when we lay together talking.
Sipping the strong brew, I keep glancing at the clock. Nerves fill my stomach. I don't know what to say, how to possibly articulate all that the weekend, all that Craig, meant to me.
"How much time do we have left?" His soft question hangs heavy in the air.
