One Good Man by Nona Raines

she found the sexy talk stirred her up. Or maybe it was Matthew who stirred her.
    His eyes flicked up at her and his lips quirked at the corner. "Just gorgeous, babe."
    But soon his attention was once more focused on her thighs and the soft petals between them. His long middle finger stroked the seam and Andie shivered, biting her lip. He dipped low, into her opening, taking her moisture and swirling it up and around her clit. He dipped again, her fluid glistening on his fingers.
    "So wet," he marveled in a quiet voice. "For me?" He looked up at her again.
    "Yes." Her face bloomed with heat. She should be mortified beyond belief, but instead she was ferociously turned on.
    Andie had never felt so needy. She wanted to grind against the seat to make herself come, to take the edge off, but at the same time she wanted to draw out this delicious torture.
    "Just for you," she told him, her voice so low and throaty she hardly recognized it.
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    His palms glided reverently up the insides of her thighs, and his eyes glowed with appreciation. "Thank you." Matthew applied himself to showing his appreciation by stroking her slick center and rubbing his thumb lightly against her swollen clit. Andie's breath rasped loudly in the kitchen, quiet but for the ticking of the clock on the wall. Her eyes drifted closed as heat surged up her spine, and her lips grew fuller, her cheeks hot. She was getting close, so close...
    When he withdrew his hand leaving her wanting, Andie's body sagged and she groaned in disappointment and frustration.
    "Shhhh, it's okay," Matthew promised. He placed his big hands beneath her thighs and gently pulled her forward on the seat. "Scoot up a little." When Andie's butt was balanced right on the edge of the chair, Matthew lifted her right leg over his shoulder and moved his lips up the inside of her thigh. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Kiss. Closer and closer to her clit. Andie grew more and more moist—sweet fluid trickling from her—
    just for him.
    He came so close she felt his breath, then he moved in the other direction, back toward her knee—teasing her. Andie moaned in frustration, then growled in anger. Cupping the back of his head in one hand, she pulled his face to precisely where she wanted it.
    "What, honey?" She felt a puff of laughter as he pretended not to know what he was doing.
    "You know what," she answered, trying to pull his head between her legs while he resisted, peppering her inner thigh with kisses.
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    "But I can't read minds, babe," he explained, oh-so-innocently. "How can I know what you want if you don't—"
    "I want your tongue." Shy Andie had left the building—
    bossy Andie was now in charge. She forced the back of his head toward her again until his hot breath was, ah, right there, exactly where she needed it. Her head fell back in ecstasy.
    Andie turned boneless as Matt's tongue danced lightly around her clit and the entrance below it. He didn't make the mistake some men did, of being too enthusiastic and too rough, numbing a girl out. His mouth was gentle. Gentle but not shy. His wet and supple tongue moved against her once, twice, again. When he claimed her clit with his lips and suckled Andie went over the edge, her hands clenching the chair's seat, her thighs going taut, orgasm rippling over her.
    She slumped against the ladder-back chair as the ripples subsided, feeling deliciously enervated. Drifting back from her blissful haze, she found Matthew smiling and caressing her thigh. "Nice?" he asked.
    "Mmmhmm," she murmured, still heavy-eyed. "Very nice."
    "Good." He straightened up to kiss her, and she tasted her own flavor on his lips.
    "We're not done, are we?" She glanced down at the impressive bulge behind the fly of his jeans.
    "Not by a long shot," he growled as she reached to caress him through the jeans. "Harder." He grasped her hand and showed her how he liked it. Andie followed his instructions, enjoying the way the