Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour #4)(49)

"So let's stop talking about how great it's going to be and start experiencing it for real."

"Right," he agreed breathlessly.

He took his time with her, using those magnificent hands of his to bring every inch of her body to life. When she was sure she couldn't take more of his touch, he massaged both breasts, then sucked one hard nipple into his mouth. He then sucked her other nipple before kissing a trail of fire down the center of her belly. His mouth found her clit. His fingers found her pussy. He sucked and licked her clit while slowly driving two fingers deep into her body. He quickly brought her to the brink of orgasm. Just before she went crashing over the edge, he pulled away abruptly. He slid up her body and looked her in the eyes.

"Are you ready?"

"Yeah," she said breathlessly.

He rose up slightly and reached between their bodies. She felt the head of his cock against her as he sought her throbbing passage. She forced herself not to jerk away, but she was far from relaxed. When he found her, he sank into her slightly and then grabbed her hip to steady himself. They stared at each other.

"You okay?" he whispered. "You're tense."

She nodded and allowed her taut muscles to relax.

His head tilted back as he slid a few inches deeper. His body twitched, and his face contorted in ecstasy.

"Does it feel weird?" she asked, her voice wavering with emotion.

He shook his head, gulping air. "Oh God, Rebekah. This is the best pussy I've ever had in my life."

She giggled. "Do you mean that?"

"Fuck yeah, I mean it. It feels so good, I don't think I can move."

She wriggled her hips and he slid several inches deeper. They gasped in unison.

"You still okay?" he asked breathlessly. "Does it hurt?"

"No, it's the best dick I've ever had in my life," she said. And though she was giggling, she meant it.

"Please don't laugh at me, sweetheart."

Her heart panged when she realized she'd hurt him. She cupped his face. "I'm not laughing at you, Eric. I'm happy. So happy to be with you like this. Happy that it feels good for you. And for me."

He smiled crookedly. "It definitely feels good for me. Do you think you can take it all? I'm only in about halfway."

"I'll try."

He backed up slightly and thrust forward gently. And again, each time possessing her a little deeper, until his balls pressed against her. He rocked against her then. She had all of him. All.

"Oh, baby, I'm so about to blow it. I'm sorry. I wanted it to be good for you."

"It will be good for me. Go ahead and come. As soon as you're hard again, you're going to do this again. And again and again, until I'm finally satisfied. I don't care if you have to come twenty times to get me there."



       
         
       
        

He grinned and began to move inside her. "That I can do," he murmured.

He thrust into her slowly. She couldn't take her eyes off his face. His pleasure and excitement were apparent in his expression. Both eyes squeezed tightly shut, he bit his lip, and his back arched a bit more with each steady thrust. He made this little sound of bliss each time he plunged into her body. It felt amazing to be filled with him, but the pleasure he found within her body delighted her to near tears. Rebekah rocked with him, meeting his slow, steady strokes, wondering why he refused to open his eyes.

"Look at me," she whispered.

He struggled to open one eye and immediately closed it again. "You're too beautiful," he groaned. "I'm having a hard enough time not getting overexcited from being buried in your soft heat."

But she wanted him excited. She wanted to make him come, even though it was such an easy thing to do and no real challenge. She slid her hands over his sides, loving the way his corded muscles bunched beneath her fingertips. Her hands moved to his back and then to his ass, fingers digging into his flesh to urge him deeper.

"Ah." He gasped and thrust into her hard and deep as his body shook with release. "Rebekah?" Her name was a tortured question. He trembled for several minutes, before he gathered her close in his arms, and thrust in and out of her gently until his cock went soft. "You feel so good. And I came so hard." He kissed her jaw. "Sorry. I should have warned you not to touch me."

"I like touching you." She kissed his shoulder. "That was wonderful."

He looked down, his eyes wide with surprise.

"But I think it could be better."

He chuckled. "This brutal honesty thing is …  brutal."