nipple until she thought she’d go mad with need.
“He’s so turned on, he’s ready to blow his load, but he wants to hold back until you come first so he can watch the look on your face when you climax. Come for him, baby. Show him how beautiful you look when you let go.”
“Yes,” she groaned, sliding her fingers over her clit with light and rapid strokes, wanting to bring herself to her peak quickly.
“He wishes he could taste the cum dripping down your thighs, lick that pretty asshole of yours, drive his cock into that perfect, sweet cunt.”
“Eric!” she cried as ripples of pleasure pulsed through her body.
“How did you know that was his name?” Eric murmured in her ear. “He’s going to fuck you now and not in his imagination.”
Her hands shot out to steady herself against the window as Eric shifted his body unexpectedly. He released her breast to grab his cock and direct it into her still clenching pussy. She opened her eyes and glanced down to where their bodies were joined, gasping as he drove his cock up into her from behind.
“He won’t last much longer,” Eric said brokenly. “Seeing that pussy stuffed with cock is fucking disastrous to his concentration.”
“Oh God, Eric,” she said, her gaze shifting to the reflection of his face in the window. He was watching his cock fill her, the hand holding her thigh rubbing back and forth as if he were imagining masturbating with that hand. He’d created an amazing fantasy for her, but he was obviously caught up in his own imagined scenario.
“He’s gonna come now. He just wishes he could drench that beautiful pussy in his fluids.”
“He can,” she said and when she felt his body tense behind her, she pulled his cock free of her body and did her best to aim his spurts of cum over her swollen folds. “Is he still watching?”
“He’s trying,” Eric gasped. “His eyes don’t want to stay open.”
“His cum looks good on me,” she assured him.
“Fuck, I love you,” he said, releasing his hold on her leg and covering her mound with his hand, massaging his fluids into her skin and using his fingers to press some inside her.
“I love you too,” she said, emotion clogging her throat. “Thank you for understanding my needs.”
He chuckled and tightened his arms around her, drawing her back securely against his chest. “It’s not much of a challenge when they usually match my own.”
She struggled to turn in his arms and when her naked breasts were pressed firmly into the chest beneath his stiff, white dress shirt, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“Feel better?” he murmured against her lips.
She nodded. “I think I’ll grab a quick shower before we head out on the town.”
“Out? I thought you wanted to stay in. I could use a nap now.”
“Nap? Who takes naps in Vegas? The sun will be setting soon, and I want you to show me all the fun you had in mind before you indulged me with the fun I had in mind.”
“That guy out on the roof of the parking garage definitely had some fun of his own,” Eric said, waving at the window.
Rebekah turned to glance out the window behind her just as a car backed out of the space directly across from their room.
“Did he really watch us?” Rebekah asked, and why did that thought make what she’d just experienced with Eric that much hotter?
“You didn’t see him jacking off in his car?”
She shook her head.
“You gave him quite a thrill, sweetheart.”
“All I care about is giving you a thrill.”
“Don’t you know you never disappoint?”
Feeling much more confident in her sexuality, she trotted off toward the bathroom for a quick shower. When she returned, Eric was dressed, but lying face down on the bed and snoring softly. She let him catch a few zzzs while she searched her wardrobe for something flirty to wear that would catch her husband’s attention and maybe turn a few heads, but not make tourists ask for photo opportunities.
Dressed in a knee-length, shimmery black cocktail dress and strappy sandals—she knew they’d be doing a lot of walking so heels were out—she stood in front of the mirror and peeled the wrapping off her tattoo. It was healing already. She decided she could do without the wrap for a few hours. It detracted from her outfit and she so wanted to show off her ink. Even though it wasn’t complete, it looked fucking awesome and more than a little sexy.
She woke Eric with a bite on the butt. “Are you going to waste our entire stay sleeping?”
“I’m up!” He shot out of bed and reached for his Vans, but paused as he noticed what Rebekah was wearing. “Now I’m really up,” he said, taking a moment to adjust his fly. “You look amazing.”
She grinned and stroked the hair at her nape self-consciously. He made her feel like a modern-day princess and she loved him for it. “Thanks.”
“Girls with tattoos…” He muttered under his breath. “Bonerific.”
“I figured it could use a little air,” she said, but really she just wanted to show off her new ink. She’d endured too much pain—and that undeniable aching, sexual hunger—to keep the work of art covered for long.
Once Eric had his shoes on—as well as the long leather coat he’d decided to bring for reasons not yet clear to her—they headed out of their suite hand in hand. There was something about the excitement of Vegas that made Rebekah’s heart race. Or maybe it raced because she was there with Eric and his nearness always did that to her.
“I need to make a quick stop,” he told her as they meandered through the casino floor. “I always play one hand of blackjack when I’m in Vegas.”
“Just one?”
“Yep. That way if someone asks if I won big, I can answer honestly. I get strange looks if I say I was in Vegas and didn’t gamble at all.”
He sat down at a nearly empty blackjack table and bought a hundred dollars’ worth of chips.
“I figured you for a high roller,” Rebekah teased.
“I usually play with ten,” he said as he examined his down card.
She didn’t see what the card was because her eyes were too busy bugging out of her head. “Thousand?”
He laughed. “Ten dollars. I was trying to impress you by gambling ten times my usual bet.”
She fanned her throat with one hand, fluttered her lashes, and adopted a Southern accent. “Oh, my. You big spenders make me swoon.”
The dealer’s up card was an ace and Eric’s was a seven, so Rebekah was surprised when he bet his entire one-hundred-dollar fortune and took a third card. He was dealt a five. Rebekah wasn’t a blackjack master, but it wasn’t looking good for him. If he had a face card, he’d busted. Eric held and the dealer flipped over her down card. She had an eight, which meant she held at nineteen. The guy next to Eric grumbled and revealed his seventeen. Rebekah watched Eric, waiting for him to reveal his yet unseen card. He flipped over a nine.
“Blackjack!” Rebekah cried excitedly. Eric had won.
“Actually,” the dealer said, “blackjack is an ace and any face card.”
“Fine,” Rebekah said, leaning into Eric’s arm and wrapping an arm around his shoulders. “Twenty-one, then. He still won.”
“I’d like to cash out,” Eric said, which surprised Rebekah even after what he’d told her. He was obviously rolling in luck. “Shouldn’t you keep playing when you’re lucky?”
“There’s no such thing as luck,” he said.
“You lucked into marrying me,” she said, and offered him a flirty wink.
“That wasn’t luck. It was my irresistible sex appeal,” he claimed. He patted her on the butt before collecting his winnings.