Craig reaches his hand out to Ben and they shake. “I’m Amber’s boyfriend. It’s nice to meet you.” I shoot a look to Becki and see her eyes widen and brows shoot up in surprise. Boyfriend? Whoa, too soon, Craig… way too soon… Isn’t it?
Craig asks me what I want to drink and then turns to walk toward the bar. As he strides away, I can’t help but stare at his tight butt and muscular back. He really is a walking, talking masterpiece, and I’m his girlfriend? Was he just staking his claim in front of another guy or was he genuinely stating to the world that we’re together? I’m thinking it’s probably the former, but either way, I must admit I like the sound of it, even if it scares the shit out of me.
Ben nods in my direction. “So, Amber, do you guys come here much?” Oh come on, be a bit more original than that.
I shake my head “No, we just thought we’d do something different tonight. How about you?”
“The same. I came with a few mates.” He points his head in the direction of a group sitting in front of the large screen TV. I look over my shoulder and see two guys and a girl sitting there. The guys are watching something on the TV, but the girl is shooting daggers at me. I don’t recognise her from anywhere so can’t understand what I could have possibly done to upset her.
A couple of minutes later, Craig is back with our drinks. We start talking about each other’s bowling skills, or lack thereof on my part. We’re laughing about my major gutter blunder a few years back when Scott appears at Craig’s side. “Who’s the dick?” he asks, nodding in Becki and Ben’s direction.
“That will be Ben,” Craig says as he takes a pull from his beer.
“And who is Ben?” Scott asks, clearly irritated with the stranger.
“Becki’s new … friend.” Not happy that Becki has a new … friend, a male friend at that, Scott quickly moves over to where Becki and Ben are talking and laughing.
“You’re so bad.” I giggle.
“I know,” Craig says shaking his head. “I wish those two would get their shit together and admit they should be together. I’m the one that gets the ear bashing when shit like this happens. The fuck buddy situation clearly isn’t working anymore.”
“SCOTT, what are you doing?” Becki’s shrill scream reverberates across the bar as Scott grabs hold of her arm and pulls her toward the shoe counter.
“Bowling,” he spits back.
Craig and I look at each other, then back to Becki and Scott and burst into laughter. “Guess, we’re bowling then,” Craig says as he grabs my hand in his and steers us toward our two friends.
Twenty minutes later, Scott and Becki are still bickering, and I’m losing the game horrendously. On the last round, I managed to knock down a measly one pin, while Craig and Scott are bowling Strikes and Spares left, right and centre. As I slump down on the bench like a sulky child having hit the gutter, again, I’m aware of laughter around me. I peer up and see Craig looking at me with amusement glittering in his eyes. “Aw, what’s up, baby?” he says, trying and failing to hold his laughter back.
“Shut up, King Pin. I might as well give up now… I thought this was supposed to be fun,” I bite back and snap my head away to look anywhere but at him. Childish? Yes. Necessary? Absolutely.
Craig crouches down on his haunches in front of me and tilts my chin so I’m looking at him. “It’s all in the technique and having the right ball. Here, let me show you.” He stands and reaches down to help me up. We walk along the racks of balls until we find one I’m comfortable with then return to our lane. He’s up next and, as expected, throws another strike. I roll my eyes at him and cross my arms over my chest, which starts him laughing again.
“Here, before you go, I’ll show you what to do.” Craig walks up behind me and threads his right hand with mine. “It’s all in the arm movements. Keep your arms loose. Let me show you what to do,” he whispers in my ear and moves his left hand around my waist, resting it on my lower belly as he slowly guides my right arm to mimic a throw. He does this a couple more times, and each time he pulls me back tighter into him until I can feel the hardness of his chest - and other areas - pressing against me and hear his heavy breathing in my ear.
Loud clapping and catcalling startles us from our sensual encounter, and we look around to see Scott laughing and Becki gaping at us. “Alrighty, you two, either get a room or get on with the game.” Becki laughs as she takes her seat. Craig clears his throat and discreetly adjusts himself inside his jeans.
“Are you going to be alright on your own next time, or do you want me to come with you.” He asks in his sexy deep, gravelly voice as he takes a step away from me. I don’t miss the look of hunger burning in his eyes or the double meaning in his words and feel my cheeks burn.
Shaking my head, I move away and grab my ball. “No, I should be ok.” I think someone would be calling the fire brigade if he touched me again right now.
It would appear that Craig’s coaching skills done the trick, because I actually manage to knock down eight pins. I’m pretty pleased with myself and rush back to jump into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips and taking him by surprise.
Over the remaining few rounds, I manage to knock down seven or eight pins, but still lose by a mile. By the time we’ve finished, Becki has had a few drinks and wants to continue ‘the party’ elsewhere. I’m not really feeling up for it, so Scott and Becki head off to Strobes while Craig offers to take me home.
Back at the flat, I let us in and drop my bag on the coffee table in the living room. Walking into the kitchen, I ask Craig if he wants a drink. Instead of a verbal reply, I get a physical one when he grabs me from behind and tugs me against his hard chest.
“Oh, I want a drink all right, but not of anything your kitchen can offer me.” He starts trailing kisses down my neck, and I instinctively tilt my head to one side, allowing him the room to ravish the sensitive flesh below my ear.
Moving his hands to my hips he tugs so I turn around to face him, he then leans forward to kiss me. This kiss is not brief nor is it sweet and gentle. No, this kiss is a no holds barred, all consuming, give in to everything, outpouring of emotion, and pure undiluted passion. I return his actions with a ferocity I didn’t realise I had, plunging my fingers into his hair and slamming my body against his.
I only realise that we’ve been moving when my lower back hits the worktop and a sharp pain shoots up my back. I yelp out in surprise more than the pain as Craig continues his passionate frenzy by licking and sucking his way down my neck until he’s in the V of my jumper. “Can I take it off?” He asks in a low voice as he tugs on the hem. I nod my head and lift my arms, so he can easily discard the item. He drags it up over my body so frustratingly slowly that I want to bat his hands away and do it myself, but I know this is all part of his seduction process, so I wait. When the jumper is finally off, he drops it to the floor and steps back a pace to look at me, raking his gaze from my eyes, down to my chest, and then back up to my mouth. His eyes are burning with such a passionate intensity that my breathing becomes laboured and my pulse races. He leans in, crashing his lips against mine while moving his hands around my back.
Craig pulls me away from the counter and continues to skim his hands up and down my back, eventually stopping just below my bum. Suddenly I’m being lifted off the ground and placed so that I’m sitting on the edge of the unit. I instinctively open my legs so he can step in between them as his lips make a journey down my neck, across my collar bone and end on the swell of my breast just above my bra.
A deep moan escapes his mouth as he looks me in the eyes and trails his hands round to cup my breasts. “I want you, Amber. I want you so fucking much I can’t think straight any more. I want to taste and touch every inch of your perfect skin. I want to bury myself inside you and hear you cry out my name as I make you come. Please don’t hold me back anymore, Amber. Say yes.”
“Yes. I want you too, Craig.” I pant and watch as his eyes darken and his lips twitch as though he wants to say something.
Without hesitation, Craig lifts me from the counter and wraps my legs around his waist. I bury my face in his neck, gently kissing and sucking on it, and breathe in the heavenly scent of his aftershave and the intoxicating fragrance that is Craig. He quickly makes his way into my bedroom and kicks the door shut behind him.
He lays me on my back on the bed and looks me over with such desire, and longing, then moves so he’s leaning over me. Slowly, he trails his fingertips down my body, and when he reaches the top of my jeans, he fumbles with the button then slowly pulls down the zip. Peering up at me, he keeps his eyes locked on mine and hooks his fingers into the waistband before slowly sliding them down and off my legs. I’m lying in just my bra and knickers, and although he saw me like this earlier, somehow this time it feels so much more intimate, so much more sensual.
I watch as he lifts my right foot to his mouth and places a gentle kiss on the inside of my ankle. He slowly moves up my leg, alternating between gentle sucks, licks and kisses. When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he drops my foot and repeats the process with the left leg. It’s like pure sensual torture. My skin is tingling all over, and a fine sheen of sweat is beading on my skin. I feel the dampness of my arousal in my underwear, and my stomach is clenching with need.
When he reaches the apex of my thigh this time, he continues his upwards movement by dragging his nose across the lacy material of my knickers and taking a deep breath in, and I swear I see a fire ignite in those deep green eyes of his.
Still, he continues his torment of kissing, sucking and nibbling his way up my body. At my bra, he slides his hands underneath my back and pulls me up slightly so he can unhook it. He slowly draws each strap down my arms until it’s completely off, and then throws it to the floor to join my jeans.
My body is hot, and I’m wanting, no needing more, but I want to see him. “Craig, I want to see you too,” I croak. He lifts his head to look into my eyes again, and that fire I saw a moment ago is now a raging inferno. He slides off the bed, his eyes never once leaving mine as he drags his white polo shirt over his head. He unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down over his muscular thighs until they fall to the floor where he finally kicks them off, along with his black Converse and socks. He’s now standing in just his white Calvin Klein boxer shorts, looking like a total Adonis, and I lick my suddenly dry lips. I take in his bulging biceps, his well-defined pecs and chiselled six pack. Oh my God, that six pack. I just want to lick every square inch of it. He doesn’t appear to have an ounce of fat on him, and his skin is showing a hint of a tan. When he moves to get back on the bed, I shake my head. “Uh-uh, not so fast, lover boy. All of it… off.” I nod my head towards his boxers, and he lets out a deep throaty chuckle.
“Your wish is my command,” he says as he begins to slowly draw them downward. Once they’re free of his hips, his erection springs free, and I almost pass out. Holy shit… wow. He’s… impressive.
Craig leans back over me and tugs my lip from my teeth. “Now it’s your turn.” He starts kissing his way downward again, stopping briefly over my breasts to massage and suck them, and pinches my nipples until they’re singing in sweet painful ecstasy. He then moves back to my knickers and once again runs his nose along the lacy fabric. He teases me by running his fingers and tongue along the edges but never going any further. Finally, he slips a finger under the lace and finds my soaking wet core. “Craig,” I cry out as a bolt of electricity zaps through me, leaving me panting.
“Shh, baby. I’ve got you.” He grabs the edges of my knickers and pulls them down so I am lying completely naked and vulnerable and at his total mercy - and I have never felt so alive. “You’re beautiful. You know that?” he mutters as he places a soft kiss on the sensitive skin of my pelvis. He stretches out and returns his lips to my mine, his tongue to my tongue, engaging it in a battle of epic proportions.
His fingers find their way back to my needy core and slowly move back and forth, tracing over my hot throbbing flesh. “Christ, Amber, you’re so wet,” he says as he gently slides a finger inside me.
“So hot and wet. I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers. His words are enough to send heat soaring through my body, and I nearly combust there and then. “So fucking perfect.” He draws his finger out and pushes it back in again, making me shudder.
“Oh God, Craig,” I cry out as my eyes roll to the back of my head.
“You like that, huh?” he says as he does it again, and again. The next time he pulls out completely and returns with two fingers, massaging and stroking my internal walls, sending my body into a trembling frenzy. He moves his thumb over my sensitive bud of nerves and rubs firmly, and I almost leap off the bed from the overwhelming sensations. He captures my cries with his lips pressed to mine and hooks his inquisitive fingers, hitting that mythical sweet spot inside. I explode, crying out a garbled version of his name, as stars invade my vision, and my fingers dig into his shoulders for support.
As my senses slowly return, and my breathing begins to slow, I open my eyes to see Craig lying out next to me. He’s looking at me with a mixture of amusement and lust, but there’s softness there too, and in my dazed state I can’t quite work out what it is or what it means. He reaches a hand over and pulls the clip out of my hair and runs his fingers through it, massaging my scalp gently.
“You are amazing. That vision of you crying out my name in ecstasy is going to haunt my dreams for a very long time to come.” He places a chaste kiss on my lips before whispering, “and now I’m going to make love to you.” He leaves me for a moment, fishing for his jeans, and re-emerges with a small foil packet. As he rolls the condom along his length, I sigh with pure female appreciation.
“Open wide for me, baby,” he whispers as he stretches out over me and takes my wrists, pinning them beside my head, and then gently nudges my legs wider apart. I feel the tip of him at my entrance and immediately suck in a breath and tense. “I’ll take it slowly, Pingu. I promise. I want to savour this as much as I want you to enjoy it.” He adds the slightest bit of pressure to ease himself inside slightly.
“Oh God, Craig,” I breath as he pushes in further, filling me inch by glorious inch. When it feels as though he’s in as far as he can go, he pulls back slightly and gives one final powerful thrust until he’s hitting the very depths of me, causing a sensation unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. I cry out, almost exploding on the spot. He remains still for several moments, buried to the hilt inside me, allowing us time to enjoy the feel of each other and the countless sensations flowing through us.
With a groan, Craig pulls back. “Perfect, you are so fucking perfect. So wet and hot… God, you feel unbelievable.” He groans again then slides back into me, over and over, keeping a slow, rhythmic pace. “I’m sorry, baby, but I’ve got to move… I can’t hold back much longer. You feel too good.” His words add to my already raging hormonal state, making me hotter and needier for him. I pull my knees back and wrap my legs round his waist, pulling him into me deeper and giving him the go ahead to move faster. He pulls out to the tip and slams back into me hard before really picking up his pace.
“Amber, I’m gonna come, baby. I want you with me.” He circles his hips slightly, hitting my magic button, and I scream to the heavens as pure euphoria shoots through me. Craig drives into me with a few more deep powerful strokes before finally letting out a guttural groan and stilling above me, his arms shaking and his breathing ragged.
As our breathing calms and our bodies begin to relax, Craig pulls out and removes the condom. He then lies out beside me and hugs me tight against his firm body. “Are you okay?” he asks softly as he strokes his hand soothingly up and down my back. I look up at him with a smile, showing him that I am more than okay. I feel ecstatic.
I feel a contentment and safety that I have never felt before after sex, and as I drift off to sleep, wrapped in this man’s strong comforting arms, feeling safe and cherished, I can’t help but think that I want this and so much more from him.
Soft murmurings and gentle breathing against my ear wake me from a most erotic dream I was having about Craig and a picnic rug in the woods. I’m about to curse whoever it is that has woken me until I realise the subject of my fantasy is currently lying beside me, naked, and looking as sexy as sin. I take a moment to soak him in. He really is a fine specimen of male goodness. Those bulging biceps, perfect pecs and sexy six-pack were not done justice hiding under clothing. It takes everything in me to not reach out and rub my hands all over him, but he’s sleeping soundly and looks so serene, I just want to lay here and enjoy the view.
After a few minutes of ogling, my bladder screams for me to get up and go take care of business, so as quietly as I can, I climb out of bed, grab my robe and creep out of the room. Having taken care of my needs, I head into the kitchen for my morning caffeine fix. As I turn into the kitchen, I’m momentarily startled and let out a small shriek when I see someone standing there looking in the fridge. The fridge door closes and Becki stands there looking at me with a worried frown. “Hey, my little cherub. How’s it swinging this fine morning? What’s the freak out for?” Christ, with everything that happened last night with Craig and me, I’d totally forgotten I no longer live here alone now.
Resting my hand over my pounding heart, I give her a relived smile. “Shit, Bec. You startled me. I didn’t hear you come in last night and thought maybe you’d stayed out. Is everything okay?”
“There was no way in hell I was going to miss my first night in my new bed, which by the way is the most comfortable bed I have ever slept in. I might have trouble getting up in the mornings now.” She winks and heads over to the coffee pot. “Coffee?” she asks, and knowing my caffeine addiction, starts pouring coffee into two mugs. I pull out a stool at the breakfast bar and take a seat. A moment later, a mug of steaming perfection in placed in front of me, and I breathe in the heavenly aroma. Becki pulls out the stool next to me and climbs onto it, wrapping her hands around her own mug.
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