He buzzed her clit again. This time he prolonged the stimulation until her entire body went taut before turning it off.
“Don’t turn it off,” she moaned. “I’m so close to coming.”
She pulled the vibrator out before thrusting it deep again.
“That’s it,” he whispered. “Show me how you like to be fucked.”
It wasn’t quite as beautiful as watching her use her fingers to bring herself pleasure, but she obviously enjoyed her new toy. She was thrusting it into her body faster and harder now. He switched on the butterfly and sent her over the edge. She cried out, and her legs clamped over her hand as she shuddered in ecstasy. He turned off the stimulation to her clit and stroked her thighs until they relaxed.
“Let’s switch now,” he murmured.
Still breathing hard, she lifted her head to look at him. “So what, we put the butterfly thingie on your cock, and the vibrator goes up your ass?”
He laughed. “Nothing that big is ever going up my ass. I meant you control the butterfly, and I’ve got the shaft.”
“I don’t think I can handle…”
He handed her the controller for the butterfly and took the vibrator from her fingertips. He had another surprise but kept that hidden as they worked together to build her back toward orgasm. Plunging the vibrator into her body with a steady rhythm, he leaned closer to inhale her scent. Damn, he was hard already and wanted to be inside her again, but he wouldn’t rob her of her orgasm this time.
“Eric. Eric! Eric!” she cried.
When her body convulsed, he pressed a plug into her ass and watched her body writhe involuntary on the mattress. Damn. Giving her pleasure made him want her so fucking much. He pulled the vibrator from her pussy and slid his hips between her trembling thighs. He thrust into her hard. Her pussy gripped him tightly as he pumped into her as fast as he could.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she screamed as her body continued to jerk uncontrollably.
The vibrating butterfly was still stimulating her clit, and she’d somehow lost the controller. She was getting off so hard, he didn’t have the heart to shut it off. He continued to plunge into her body and ride her orgasm. Her nails dug into his chest. Her back arched off the mattress. “Oh God,” she screamed. “Fuck me, Eric.
Harder, harder!”
If he hadn’t already come four times that night, he would have erupted at the sound of her pleading demand. He’d watched women get off this hard with Sed, but never with him. Eric wanted to make her come this hard over and over again. Her hand fumbled on the mattress until she found the controller for the vibrator still buzzing against her clit. She shut it off and shuddered.
“What did you put in my ass?” she asked him, rocking her hips to meet his hard thrusts.
“Do you want me to take it out?”
“Fuck no, I love it. I think I’m going to come again. Oh, oh…”
He bent so he could suck her nipple into his mouth.
“Oh Eric, that feels so good. Your cock. Your mouth.” She switched on her butterfly, and her pussy tightened around him as she came again. She was screaming so loud, the person in the next room banged on the wall in protest. Eric thrust into her harder, wanting her to scream louder, wanting the world to know that he was fucking Rebekah Blake, and she was totally getting off on him. He didn’t care if he had needed a few props to get her there. Rebekah was having one mind-blowing orgasm after another, and Eric knew he was responsible.
She’d managed five or six orgasms by the time he let go at least twenty minutes later. As his cum burst free and pulsed into her trembling and exhausted little body, Eric held onto her for dear life. He’d never experienced such an intensely satisfying sexual encounter, and something told him things would get even better as they learned to give each other pleasure.
When he collapsed on top of her, she entangled him in her arms and legs and held him just as hard as he was holding her.
“Eric?” she whispered.
“Hmm?” He doubted he was capable of forming actual words.
“Can I be brutally honest with you?”
He almost wanted to say no. Lie to me and tell me it was as good for you as it was for me. Somewhere, he found the courage to say, “Of course.”
“I didn’t know sex could be this great.” She squeezed him closer.
“If I had, I’d be the biggest slut on the planet and would want to fuck constantly. Dear God, that was amazing.”
He wished he had the energy to lift his head and look into her eyes. “Amazing,” he agreed breathlessly.
“Is it too soon to tell you I love you?” She snuggled her face into his chest so her words were muffled. “If it’s too soon, I won’t say it.”
His heart swelled to bursting. He was pretty sure he was going to start crying if he said more than a few words, so he said only three.
“I love you.”
She pinched his ass.
“Ow!”
“I wanted to say it first,” she said.
“Fine, I take it back,” he said and moved his hand to rub at the pain she’d inflicted on his ass.
“Don’t you dare.” She pushed against his chest and squirmed until he relented and rolled onto his back. She crawled up his body and looked into his eyes. “I love you.”
Ah, damn it, it was far too soon to be spouting this kind of sentiment. It didn’t stop him from feeling them. Or from saying them. “I love you. A lot. Like way more than my car.” Damn, that sounded stupid now that he’d said it.
She grinned and kissed him. “Way more?”
“Yeah.”
“I’ll let you take a short nap, but then I want you to show me exactly how much you love me.”
“Didn’t I just do that?” he murmured. He was almost asleep already. He hadn’t known it was possible, but his limitless energy supply had dwindled to nothing.
“I think I’ll need a lot of reminders.”
He smiled. “If you insist.” Rebekah’s beautiful face was the last thing he saw before he closed his heavy eyelids and nodded off to sleep. The last thing he heard was the hum of Rebekah’s vibrating butterfly as she switched it on and cuddled against his side with a soft sigh. The last thing he felt was her tiny hand against his abdomen. He had the feeling he’d be waking up with a major hard-on and a horny girlfriend to contend with. His drowsy smile widened.
Chapter 13
Rebekah snuggled closer to the warm body beside her. A large hand splayed over her lower back and drew her closer. “Isaac,” she murmured.
“Isaac?” Eric growled.
Her heart dropped. It sank even deeper when Eric pushed her away and climbed from the bed. “Wait. Where are you going?” she asked, her thoughts still thick with sleep.
“Last night you tell me you love me. This morning you’re calling me by another man’s name. Where the fuck do you think I’m going?”
He put on his underwear and scooped his jeans off the floor. She jumped out of bed and grabbed one leg of his pants. They engaged in a tug-of-war over his jeans, which he would undoubtedly win, but she wasn’t going to let him walk away mad.
“I was still asleep,” she said defensively.
“So you were dreaming about him. Is that it?”
He wrenched his pants out of her hands and bent to put one foot into a leg hole. While he was teetering off balance, she shoved him with both hands, and he toppled onto the bed.
“No, that’s not it, damn it. Isaac is the only man I’ve ever slept with before you, okay?”
He paused, absorbing her words. “You’ve only had sex with one other person?”
“Not exactly. I just didn’t wake up with them beside me. Isaac and I were together for three years. I’m not accustomed to waking up next to anyone but him. Saying his name was a… a habit.”