sucking sound and then licked a trail up the seam between his balls until her tongue grazed his ass. He shot upward so quickly that he whacked his head on the ceiling of the minibus.
“Ow!” Wincing, he rubbed his smarting scalp and turned to gape at his naughty wife.
“Okay, we need to try a few positions to see which cause the most rocking.”
“Hey, if the van is a rockin’…”
“…please don’t call the police.”
“Right,” he said, scowling at the thought. He supposed there were plenty of easily offended jerks who would do such a thing to a pair of consenting, married adults. He didn’t happen to be one of them.
“I think me on top would draw the least attention,” she said as she patted the mattress.
“Depends on who you ask.” He flipped onto his back, and she climbed over him to straddle his hips. He reached between her thighs to caress her center, surprised to find she was already wet. Maybe it was the new location that had her excited. Or maybe she got off on sucking his balls. Whatever had her ready for him made his toes curl as she grabbed his shaft and directed him into the sweet, warm haven between her legs. She sank down on him with a groan. Sunlight filtered through the gauzy curtains, giving her pale skin a devilish red glow. Her breasts bounced gently as she slowly rose and fell over him, obviously trying not to test the VW’s suspension. God, she was beautiful. And his. Only his.
She began to move faster, take him deeper, ride him harder. The bus was definitely rocking now.
“Hmm,” she said, pausing her motions. “Maybe…”
She climbed off of him, releasing his warm happy cock to cool air, turned around to face the opposite direction, and climbed back on. Now instead of watching her tits bounce, he had an exceptional view of her ass as she rode him. When she started to get into it again, going from slow grinding strokes to the deep, rapid bounces he craved, she stopped again.
“I guess we have to take it slow,” she said. “There’s still too much bouncing going on back here.”
An opinion he wholeheartedly disagreed with.
“Maybe doggie style,” he suggested, thoroughly enjoying her experiment.
“Maybe.” She shifted onto her hands and knees, and he crawled up behind her.
He entered her slowly, testing how much force he could use before the van started to rock with them. And then, when the nirvana offered by her soft pussy got the better of him, he forgot they were trying to be subtle and thrust into her harder—harder—until she was rubbing at her clit and rocking back to meet him and screaming his name in ecstasy. Yeah, that might get them caught, but he frankly liked fucking his wife. Making love to her was nice and all, but most of the time he liked the raw, brutal motion of pounding his cock into her as hard and fast as he could. And since Rebekah’s pussy tightened around him as an intense orgasm washed over her, he was pretty sure she enjoyed it just as much.
“Missionary,” she said breathlessly. “We haven’t tried—”
He pulled out and flipped her onto her back.
“Oh!” she gasped as he sank into her once more.
Eric pressed his feet into the back of the driver’s seat so he could use the leverage to take her hard. Christ, she felt good. He cupped her breast in one hand and lowered his head to suck her nipple while he used the recoil of the rocking vehicle to drive his cock even deeper. He bit into her tender flesh, and she cried out.
“Yes, Eric. Fuck me. Bite me. Spank me. Pull my hair.”
He paused, taken aback by her requests, but he was all about pleasing his woman. When his palm connected with her flank with a resounding crack, her entire body stiffened and she released a broken moan. He watched her for signs of distress, not used to getting quite this rough with her.
“Harder,” she demanded, her nails digging into his back.
So he fucked her harder, slapped her bare ass until he was sure it was stinging, nipped and licked at her flushed nipple and when he thought of it, yanked at the handful of her hair he held in his fist.
She thrashed beneath him, crying out her pleasure, her pain, her joy and frustration. He felt her orgasm as she let go. It grasped his cock with such intensity that he had no choice but to join her. Blissful spasms started deep in his balls and radiated inward, then outward. He felt his release in his ass, his belly, his chest, up his throat. Hell, even his fingers were tingling.
“Reb,” he called to her as his heart struggled to beat, his breath strangled in his throat, and stars danced behind his closed eyelids.
After the final spasms of release abated, he drew in a deep breath and collapsed on top of Rebekah, nuzzling her neck as their hearts thudded wildly against each other’s chest.
“Wow,” she gasped on an exhale. Her arms fell limp at her sides as she collected her breath. “That was amazing.”
“Mmmhmm,” he murmured in agreement, doubting he could make his tongue work properly.
“I enjoyed that spanking you gave me.”
“Mmm.” He was up for whatever rocked her world. Or their van.
Rebekah stiffened beneath him. “Eric, the van is moving.”
“Yeah, it was,” he said with a winded chuckle.
“No! I mean it’s moving now.”
Startled, Eric lifted his head and caught sight of several tree-shaped silhouettes moving past the swaying curtains.
“What the—” His words were cut off by a loud thud and the jarring impact of the minibus bashing into something.
“Did you set the parking brake?” Rebekah asked as she struggled to climb out from beneath him.
“Me? You were the one loading the van.”
“But you drove it last.”
Actually, he was the only one who’d driven it. For whatever reason, the stubborn vehicle wouldn’t run when Rebekah was behind the wheel.
“No,” he admitted, rolling onto his stomach and pressing his face into the mattress. She’d be crushed if they couldn’t take the Volkswagen on their trip. “I didn’t set the parking brake. Sorry. The driveway is flat, so I didn’t bother.”
“I guess all that rocking started us moving across the yard.” She grinned at him. “Our experiment was an utter failure.” She didn’t sound too upset about it.
She peeked out the back window from between the curtains. “We hit a tree.”
Eric groaned. “What’s the damage?”
She popped open the rear window hatch, which lifted only partially as the tree trunk was exceptionally close, and peered down the back of the minibus. “Not even a dent in the bumper,” she said. “The tree’s bark is a little scuffed.”
“Poor tree.”
Rebekah closed the hatch and turned to look at him. “I wonder if setting the parking brake will reduce the rocking motion.”
“Probably, but there’s only one way to know for sure.” He grinned at her.
“We can just bump and grind this time,” she said. “There’s no way you’ll be able to get hard again after trying to power wash my organs with that load you just blew.”
Eric chuckled. His crudeness was starting to wear off on her. And he liked it.
Still naked, he climbed up into the driver’s seat, started the engine, and drove the little bus back up to the driveway. He made sure the parking brake was engaged before joining his wife in the back. Their experimental bumping and grinding soon became heated, and it turned out that Rebekah was wrong. He could get hard again.
Chapter Six
Rebekah examined herself in the mirror and swished her hips back and forth, making the shiny strings that decorated her flapper dress from chest to knee dance in the sunshine streaming through the bedroom window. She tugged on her cloche hat and pulled several locks of hair from beneath the edge to frame her face. I make an excellent Bonnie, she decided. The only thing that marred her period costume was the sheet of plastic wrap still covering her arm. She hoped she could take it off soon. The ugly plastic made it difficult to admire the first stages of her new tattoo.
r /> She turned from the mirror to check her husband’s progress and her jaw dropped. She got caught up staring at his ass in his black dress pants for several moments before he turned to face her.
Rebekah’s eyes lifted to meet his gaze, and her toes curled in her low-heeled shoes. His brilliant blue eyes were almost lost in the shadow of the brim of his fedora. A crisp white shirt accentuated the cut of his shoulders and his long trim torso. He was looking all sorts of sexy until he yanked out his suspenders and released them with a loud snap, which caused him to double over in pain.
“Fuck!”