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For R.A., once again... thanks.
When Eric pulled up on his motorcycle, Roxie was awed by how quickly her body awakened when hearing the distinctive rev of his motor. A heat wave crashed over her, her muscles tensing, the small hairs at the back of her neck standing on end. Eric's beat-up leather jacket was zipped only to the middle of his chest, his white shirt apparent underneath, the mischievous gleam in his eyes completing his James Dean appeal. There was a rip in his jeans on his upper thigh, as though someone had sliced open the fabric. To Roxie, it looked like an eye winking at her invitingly.
"What are you waiting for? Hop on," he teased, handing her the second helmet. Roxie didn't think twice about ruining her coif, slipping it over her head. She slung one leg gracefully over the top of the purring machine, immediately rewarded by the intense vibrations coursing through her body and shaking her bones. Her thighs hugged the bike tightly and she pressed her breasts against Eric's back, slipping one arm around his taut midsection.
"I'm ready," she said loudly into his ear, and Eric didn't wait a moment longer. Roxie's pulse accelerated and her heart crashed into her rib cage, her nerve endings set alight by the powerful machine between her legs. She'd missed this, almost as much as she'd longed for Eric's capable body. Three months was a long time, and she needed him to spark the memory of their last tryst at the Peek Inn Motel. She grinned and pressed herself closer to his body, gripping onto the back of the bike at the same time as Eric snaked his bike through roads curvy enough to make a geometry teacher blush.
Roxie had no clue where he was taking her, but the surroundings were familiar, but decided she wouldn't guess until their ride was over. Being with Eric was different than any other man, notably because when he picked her up, there was no conversation. Just being on his bike was enough foreplay for her. This suited her just fine, because she spoke to clients all day long and needed a break from always being so verbose. She preferred to limit their chats to when they were both naked, which she hoped would be soon.
He'd called her out of the blue and happened to catch her on a night off from work. Roxie paced her empty apartment as Eric described to her in detail their last encounter. His husky phone call got Roxie so hot and bothered that she'd had to get herself off while he was still on the line, but didn't give him the satisfaction of knowing he'd made her so unbelievably horny. Let him wait and wonder, she mused, and work harder to make her want to fuck him later.
The bike decelerated and she found herself parked directly in front of her apartment building. He must have gone around in a huge circle and used all the back roads, she figured, smiling at his slyness.
Eric helped her off the bike, his strong hands grasping her firmly to counter her shakiness. She'd just had a motorcycle engine revving between her thighs for the last thirty minutes. She was ready to explode with the pleasure of it, and her face was flushed, her eyes wild.
"You liked that, didn't you?" he asked in a low voice as they walked up to her apartment building.
Roxie nodded at the doorman and he let them through, narrowing his eyes at them in suspicion. Unruffled, she pressed the button for the elevator, and smiled at Eric.
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