Chapter twenty-four
Grace is wearing Eli's mickey mouse boxers and his basketball singlet. She is lying on top of his bed reading a sports magazine. She turns it around to perve at an A4 photo of a basketball player. She places her index finger against her lip and bites her nail. Eli is standing at the doorway and smirking at her. Without making a sound he walks to the end of the bed and pokes her big toe.
Grace screams. She throws the magazine at his chest and pretends to be annoyed. Eli makes a pout and tickles her feet.
"Eli, you're such a turd!" she squeals.
Eli laughs and takes hold of her hands. He pulls her towards him and wraps her arms around his neck. He takes hold of her legs and wraps them around his waist. Grace pretends to fight him off but quickly gives up and buries her head against his neck.
"You're so damn sexy when you wear my clothes," he murmurs.
Grace takes hold of Eli's face and softly kisses the side of his neck. Eli closes his eyes and feels his arms weaken.
"Wearing them does turn me on," she whispers and kisses him again.
Eli throws her onto the bed and lies on top of her. She runs her hands through his hair and kisses his closed eye-lids. Eli moans softly and runs his arms along her bare legs.
"I have never been turned on by mickey-mouse before," he observes.
Grace laughs and places her hands on the top of the boxers and starts to pull them down slowly. She hums a little strip-tease tune and kisses him passionately on the mouth.
"All I wanna do is have sex with you on every surface of this house," he murmurs as he kisses her back.
Eli continues to kiss her, each kiss leading down towards her belly. With each kiss Grace finds herself quivering and feels her nipples harden. When he reaches her belly he licks around the outskirts and then continues to kiss her until he reaches the edge of her boxers. He flicks them from the inside and sneaks a glance.
"Ooo, I see you're going freestyle today, babe," he observes.
Grace smirks at Eli and offers a wink.
"And I think I need some breathing room down there, bub."
Eli smirks back at her and pulls down her boxers. He buries his head down and pulls out his tongue. Grace pushes her head further down into the bed and her fingers take hold of the doona. Eli slowly traces the outside of her clitoris with his tongue and once he finishes going around once, he goes in a little closer and with each movement of the tongue Grace's breathing increases faster and faster. She tightens her fingers even more and once Eli reaches the peak of her clitoris, Grace lets out a little yelp.
Grace lets out a satisfied sigh and Eli pushes himself up and looks at Grace with a content smile.
"Wow," she breathes.
Eli runs his hand through Grace's hair and he uses his other hand to get a tissue from his bedside table.
"And ya know, I only do that to the girls that I really, really like," he smirks.
Grace lets out a laugh.
"So I should feel flattered, right?"
"Damn straight, woman."
Grace hands Eli a glass of water and she smiles up at him. He gulps it down and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. He puts the glass down and smiles down on her.
"So what are ya goin' do for me, huh?"
Grace smirks and raises her arms and takes hold of his shoulders. She lifts herself up and flips him so that his back is on the bed.