Good Girl Gone Wild: When Lust Turns to Passion... (Good and Wild) by Dominica Dark Page A

she
bucked again, the powerful tremors of her orgasm making her cry out as well.
    “Oh
fuck!” he cried, giving one last convulsive thrust before collapsing against
her. She carried his weight for a second before rolling to the side. He fell on
his back, and she curled up on her side next to him. They were both panting
from the exertion and sudden release.
    “Baby,”
he breathed, weakly curling an arm around her. She snuggled against him,
breathing in the smell of his sweaty skin. She found it intoxicating.
    “Hmm…”
    “You’re
very naughty,” he scolded, smiling. “I didn’t want to come yet.”
    “It
was so good,” Christine said apologetically, smiling sleepily. “I’m sorry.” He
kissed the tip of her nose, and as her breathing slowed, she slipped into
exhausted sleep. Nick watched her face smoothen out, gently pushing hair from
her brow, and she murmured something unintelligible, her lips curving into a
small smile. He lay listening to her breathing for quite a while, thinking.

Chapter Six
    Christine
awakened in a dim room, lighted only by the lamp on the writing table next to
the television. She was covered by a bed sheet against the cold, but she still
shivered as she stood up, pulling up the straps of her bra and covering her
breasts. She winced as the material rubbed against her nipples, but she smiled
at the memory of Nick’s head bent over it, his tongue tantalizing them into
aching awareness. She felt herself getting excited, and her hand stole down
under the sheets, finding her sex still wet from his come.
    She
lay back on the bed, one hand fondling her breasts as her other hand explored
her pussy. She started tentatively not overly familiar with erotic
self-stimulation, but remembering Nick’s less-gentle exploration was enough to
get her started, and she found it wasn’t hard at all. She gave herself long strokes,
closing her eyes as she relived the sensations of Nick’s hands, lips, tongue
and shaft doing things to her, squeezing her breasts, and moaning as the
sensations grew more real. Her strokes became shorter and faster, centering on
her clit, making circular motions until finally she cried out as her orgasm
exploded.
    Spent,
she collapsed back, waiting for her thighs to stop twitching before attempting
to get up. She found her knees could hold her up just fine, and she made her
way to the bathroom to take a quick shower. She glanced at the clock, and
hurried a little. She had a lot of work to do, and not a lot of time to do it.
     
    Nick
was in a hurry to leave, but not by any sign did he show his impatience. The
bride was Kate’s friend, but Nick went o school with her brother, and the groom
was a year below him in college. In consequence, he knew quite a lot of people at
the wedding, although none were especially close. One person he wasn’t
overjoyed to see at the reception was Paula, a former girlfriend with whom he
had been extremely close to in college.
    “Nick!”
Paula said, clearly delighted. She looked as pretty and put-together as when
they were a couple in college save for shorter hair. She had since married, and
Nick heartily wished her all the best.
    “Paula,”
he replied, smiling, and was unprepared for her hug and kiss. “How are you?” he
managed, holding her at arm’s length.
    “I’m
fantastic,” she gushed. “I’m married now. And you? Anybody special?”
    Nick
was looking at Paula, but he was seeing Christine in his mind. He was seeing
her bent over her laptop, her brow creased as she upended her laptop. He saw
her sitting across from him as she nibbled salmon mousse on toast.  He saw her
winking at him as she said goodnight the previous night. Finally, he saw her
sleeping next to him, a small smile on her lips. He hadn’t wanted to leave her,
but Kate’s repeated calls to him forced him to.
    Paula
was looking at him, her smile faltering at the faraway look in his eyes.
“Nick?” she said, “Are you okay?”
    His
eyes focused on her, and he