Best Bitches

XVI: Starting Over

Christina

I nervously knocked on Craig's door, my leg bouncing up and down nervously. What was I doing? I needed to just end things with him. I needed to --

"Hey," he grinned at me, rubbing his eyes sleepily. "I didn't know you were still awake. It's four in the morning, Christina."

Shrugging, I smiled. "I wanted to talk."

He moved aside to allow me into the apartment. As I stepped inside, I noticed how messy it still was. Didn't I clean it last week? How did he let it get so junky so quick?

"What brings you here?" he asked. He guided me to the bedroom where he immediately flopped down onto his expensive sheets.

I sat down beside him, my bottom lip clenched between my teeth. "I ... uh..." No words could come out of my mouth. I wanted to just end things, but I didn't have the heart to break up with him.

He sat up, and I swallowed awkwardly when I noticed how close his face was to mine. His eyes drifted down to my lips before once again wandering back to my eyes. "What is it?" he murmured.

Unable to think of anything to do, I flung myself at him. Our lips crashed together, and I pushed him down, my legs straddling his waist. As my tongue parted his lips, he pulled me closer. His fingers looped through my belt loops, grinding my hips into his. I moved with him, and I could feel the repulsion rising through me.

I kissed him harder, desperation washing over me. I wanted to feel something, anything, for him. I wanted to be able to give him the love he gave me. It wasn't fair.

"I'm ready," I whispered. My fingers roughly tugged at his shirt.

His eyebrows raised, and he sat up. "You're ready for what?" He grabbed my hands to stop them from removing his clothes.

Rolling my eyes, I groaned. "I'm ready for you," I begged. "Shit, Craig. Just fuck me."

He grinned. Flipping us over so he was on top, he gently kissed me. His lips guided mine in the familiar slow rhythm we usually used, and I welcomed the familiarity. My hands guided his shirt up to reveal his toned muscles. As my fingers traced the outline of his abs, he slowly unbuttoned my jean shorts.

I broke the kiss momentarily to tug off his shirt. Once his shirt was off, he roughly slid me out of my shirt, and I bit my lip to prevent myself from frowning. Shawnee would've been gentler.

"You're so sexy," he whispered, his hands expertly removing my bra.

Forcing myself to smile, I tugged at his pajama pants. I just wanted to get this over with. "Less talking, more fucking," I said teasingly.

He pulled off his pants, before tugging my panties and shorts off. He parted my legs, positioning himself at my entrance. As he began to push himself inside of me, I raised my hands to stop him.