Wicked Beat (Sinners on Tour 4)

Eric’s kiss moved from her mouth, to her jaw, to her neck, just beneath her ear. She shuddered.

“I’m so afraid that I’ll mess this up for you,” he said. “Maybe you should pleasure yourself, and I’ll just watch.”

“No,” she said firmly. “You’re going to make love to me, Eric. And I’m going to thoroughly enjoy it. I’m more worried that it will be weird for you.”

“I know it won’t be. It will be too wonderful for words.” He kissed her gently and stroked her hair soothingly.

“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 br**sts, 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 pu**y. 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 c**k 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 pu**y 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 c**k 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.”

“It’s my turn to come hard now, so you’d better get busy. You have a lot of work to do.”

He smiled and slid down her body. He used his mouth and fingers to bring her close to orgasm. She sighed with impatience, wanting his c**k buried inside her again. Knowing how good it felt to be filled with him. “Oh Eric. I need it again. Need it inside.”

“Damn,” he muttered. “Woman, you’re driving me crazy.”

“Sit,” she insisted.

“Huh?”

She urged him to sit on the bed with his back against the headboard. Finding him hard again, as if it were a constant state, she straddled his lap, facing him. She grabbed his c**k and directed it into the emptiness inside her, taking it deep in one stroke. Her eyelids fluttered, and she gasped brokenly. “Yeah, that’s what I want.” She leaned back as she rose and fell over him. He supported her back, but let her carry the rhythm.

“Can you see it, Eric?” she murmured. “Your c**k entering my body?”

She leaned back farther to give him an unobstructed view. He glanced to where their bodies were joined and made a tormented sound in the back of his throat. “That is so beautiful.”

One of his hands moved between their bodies and stroked her flesh as it ebbed and flowed with his rhythmic possession. His fingers then shifted to her clit. He held two fingers curled upward near his pelvis so that every time she pressed downward to take his c**k deep, his fingertips rubbed against her just right.