“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.”

“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 cock 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 cock 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 cock 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 cock deep, his fingertips rubbed against her just right.

“Ah God, that feels good.” She gasped, her head falling back as she rode him and rubbed her clit against his perfectly placed fingers. Her pleasure built slowly. She was nearing her peak when Eric grabbed her hips to hold her down on his shaft as he shuddered in bliss.

“Fuck,” he cried. When his trembling stilled, he whispered, “Sorry.” Eric forced his unfocused eyes open.

She leaned forward and kissed him. “It’s okay,” she assured him.

“Stop apologizing.”

“Did you come?”

She was tempted to lie and tell him that she had, but they’d started this relationship with honesty, and she wasn’t about to lie now. “Not yet.”

“I really am sorry. You just feel so good. I can’t focus on anything but your Certified Grade A pussy.”

“My what?”

He closed one eye and winced. “Certified… Grade A… pussy…”

She chuckled and shook her head. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You should,” he insisted. “Few pussies get that distinction.”

“I was close, Eric. I just needed another minute, and I would have come.”

He wrapped his arms around her and held her against his chest. “I’ll get you there next time,” he promised. “Just let me catch my breath.”

Placing a hand on his hard chest, she pushed away and shook her head. “You’ll get me there now.”

He grinned. “Only fair.” She squeaked in surprise when he wrapped his long-fingered hands around her hips and pulled her off his lap. He pushed her on her back and surprised her by climbing from the bed.

“Where are you going?” She watched him circle the bed.

He lifted one of the sacks they’d purchased at the adult store and began searching for something. Within minutes, he was ripping open packages, inserting batteries, and washing things in the sink.

Her eyes were blinking drowsily by the time he rejoined her.

“I’m about asleep,” she murmured.

“I think this will wake you up.”

Eric stared at Rebekah, spread across the bed, her thighs wide open, his come trickling from inside her body and down her ass. It was all he could do not to jump on top of her again. He felt guilty for wanting to find his pleasure again when he’d already so utterly disappointed her the last time. Correction, the last two times. Fuck, he was such a loser. He slipped her feet through the straps of one of her new toys and slid the butterfly-shaped vibrator over her clit. He adjusted it and then pressed the button on the controller in his hand to turn it on. When her body jerked, he decided it was in the right spot. He turned it off.

“Feel good?”

She nodded. “Do it again.”

He grinned. “I’m in control of this.” He handed her a vibrating phallus. “You’re in control of this.”

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

“I think you’ll figure it out.”

She lifted the vibrator in front of her face and found the on button. When it started vibrating in her hand, she dropped it. She laughed and retrieved it. “It surprised me.”

He switched on the butterfly. Her back arched, and she gasped.

He turned it off again.

“Wow, that thing is awesome,” she said.

“Try yours now,” he encouraged.

“Do I just slide it inside?” she asked, looking for his genuine opinion.

He wondered if she’d ever experimented with toys before. He was probably a bit too fond of them. “Whatever feels right.”

He held his breath while he watched her slide the vibrator into her swollen pussy. Her flesh swallowed the thick black phallus slowly, and when it was fully inserted, her lips tightened around the device. “Oh,” she gasped.