Page 83 of Good Girls Don't Kiss and Tell

He opened his eyes and looked at her face so directly, she froze. “Yes.”

His answer startled her, and a tiny part of her was thrilled. “Why were you jealous? I told you that Mike and I are just friends and that’s all we’ll ever be.”

“I don’t know.” Eric ran his hand over his face with a groan. “Just thought maybe you might have changed your mind.”

“Not yet. I promise you’ll be the first to know if I do, though.” She said it lightly, adding a kiss to let him know she was kidding. It was so strange to think of this big, macho guy feeling so insecure. It was just another clue that what was between them had somehow become real. “So, what should we do today?”

The shadows left his eyes, and he wiggled his bushy black eyebrows. “I could think of a few things.”

She ran her hand over the soft down hair covering his scalp. She was surprised he was letting it grow.

“Oh yeah?” she purred. “Well, what are you waiting for?”

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Eric held his breath as her lips trailed down his neck. Her hands were doing little circles over his body, and after weeks without her, his cock was ready to explode. He waited with bated breath while her hand slid over his stomach and under his boxers. He lifted his head to kiss her, playing softly over her lips. She responded briefly, kissing him back hard, but then pulled away to trail her mouth over his bared abdomen. She hovered over him, her breath warming the front of his boxers. She slipped her hands into the top and slid them down.

His cock sprang free, and Gracie’s hand wrapped around the base of him just before her mouth covered his tip.

“Jesus…” he groaned, running his hand over the back of her hair.

She pulled up enough and teased, “Nope, just me.”

Before he could laugh or tell her that was a good one, her mouth was back and his laugh turned into another groan. His hands moved out of her hair, and he gripped the covers in his fists. He tried to think about anything but the feel of her going down on him. He started visualizing a car engine and how to rebuild it, but the sweep of her tongue under his shaft made little stars explode behind his eyes.

“Fuck, baby, if you don’t stop I’m gonna…”

She paused long enough to whisper breathlessly, “It’s okay.”

He rolled them until he was sitting up, hovering over her. “No. Not for me. It’s not good for me unless you go too.”

He caught her smile a second before his mouth took hers, and he drew out the kiss, making slow leisurely sweeps of his tongue. He helped her pull his T-shirt over her head, revealing her small perfect breasts, and gave each rosy nipple a soft kiss. “You are so beautiful.”

He watched her face as he rubbed the firm mounds gently, taking one of the hard points between his lips. He rolled it in his mouth, and her head fell back with a moan.

“I think about this a hundred times a day, touching you, kissing you, listening to those sweet sounds you make when I do something you like.”

Her lips twisted up at the corners, and her voice was breathy as she joked, “Only a hundred?”

He chuckled and moved his hands down her body. “It’s probably more, but every time you cross my mind, my dick pitches a tent in my pants, and it’s damn uncomfortable.”

Gracie giggled until he slipped his hand between her legs. His fingers found her clit, then slid down along her slit. He worked his fingers in and out of her with one hand while the other pressed her nub, making fast circles over it as she moved against him.

When her hand reached between them and grabbed his dick, he let her take control. She guided him to her entrance, and he pushed inside.

She tried to kiss him hard, but he controlled the rhythm of their lovemaking and kept the kisses soft. He eased out of her and slid back in deep, so slow it was bordering on torture for him, but he wanted it to be good for her. She held on to his shoulders, and he continued to kiss her sweet mouth as he slipped in and out of her tight body.

Finally, she started to tremble. He caught her cry in his mouth as her body rocked against his, and when her muscles spasmed around his cock, he let go.

As they both came down, he rolled onto his back and ran his hands over her spine. Her lips were sweetly swollen and her eyes dreamy, and he reached up to cup her cheek. Her smile was like Christmas lights, bright and twinkly, and her voice was low when she quipped, “I think you’re getting better at this.”

He grunted. “I’ve always been good at this. I’m just lucky I found the right partner.”

Her body stiffened, and he realized he’d sounded like a fucking jackass.

“Sorry, I just meant we’re good together.”

“Yeah,” she said, trailing her fingers over his chest without meeting his eye.

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