“You deserve a woman who can give you kids of your own,” she said after a long moment.
“I honestly don’t want kids of my own. I want to adopt.”
She fell silent again. She still hadn’t spoken when he turned into his driveway. He parked the car and turned to her.
“Tell me what you’re thinking,” he said.
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Honesty. Remember? It’s the only thing that works between us.”
“I feel so selfish.”
“Why would you feel selfish?”
“Because I want to say yes. I want to marry you. And I want you to give up having kids of your own to be with me. And I would absolutely love to adopt children and raise them with you.”
“How is that selfish?”
“It’s all about me.”
“Us,” he corrected.
“You only say you want to adopt to make me feel better. Don’t you think I realize that?”
He shook his head. “Not true. I want to adopt the most troubled kids in existence. The ones who act out and get into trouble. The ones failing at school and in so much pain you can see it in their eyes. The ones so terrible that no one could possibly love them. I want that for a kid, because no one ever did it for me. I was that kid, Rebekah. Now who’s selfish?”
She reached across the car and wrapped her arms around him.
“I want to adopt that kid too,” she said. She kissed him tenderly. “I want to marry the wonderful man he became.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Glad that’s settled. Let’s go get naked.”
She laughed and let him drag her out of the car through the driver’s side door. He carried her through the garage, into the kitchen, and set her on the table.
“Did you really just agree to marry me?” he asked.
“Yeah.”
“Your mother is going to kill us both.”
“Please don’t mention my mother. I’m all horny and still completely dressed.”
“Let’s remedy that now.”
His fingers moved to the buttons of her blouse and he released them one at a time, slowly revealing her flesh to his eager gaze. She loosened his tie and drew it over his head, before working on unfastening the buttons of his shirt.
“Tomorrow we should pick out an engagement ring,” he said.
“You’re thinking entirely too much,” she said. She slipped under his arm and headed toward his bedroom. He followed, the look in her eyes already stealing his thoughts. She dropped her shirt in the hallway, and instead of entering his bedroom, went into the living room.
“I think I’ll watch a little TV,” she said.
“Huh?”
She unfastened her pants and slipped out of them before sitting on the sofa. When he sat beside her, she looked up and said, “Go sit in the chair over there.”
“I thought we were getting ready to have fantastic makeup sex.”
“We will. In a little while. I’m not in the mood right now.”
She turned on the TV and leaned against the cushions in nothing but her bra and panties. “Go sit over there,” she repeated.
He groaned and moved to the chair across from the sofa. “Do you really want to watch TV?”
She grinned wickedly. “Of course.”
As soon as he sat in the chair and turned his attention to the TV, she began to rub her mound through her panties. So she didn’t really want to watch TV. She wanted to put on a little show. Hell yeah. He was more than ready to watch that.
She propped her feet on the coffee table and slid her hand into her panties. He couldn’t see what she was doing to herself inside those panties. Could only imagine her fingers sliding over her slick folds. Disappearing into her tight pussy. Eric was instantly hard and ready to devour her. He stayed in his chair though and just watched.
Rebekah’s eyes were closed, but her mouth was open as she continued to give herself pleasure just out of sight. Her nipples strained against the lace of her bra. She moved her free hand to massage her breast and pinch her nipple through the fabric.
“Oh, oh, oh,” she gasped. “I’m coming. I’m coming.” Her back arched off the sofa, and she shuddered hard.
Eric winced and pressed a hand against his cock, throbbing inside his shorts. He hadn’t had sex in almost a week, and watching Rebekah get herself off had him on the verge of orgasm. She would have to help him regain his staying power.
“Take off your panties,” he requested breathlessly.
She cracked her eyes open to look at him. “You first.”
“I’m not wearing any panties.”
She chuckled. “You know what I mean. Show me your cock. Is it hard?”
“Have you ever known it not to be hard?”
She grinned. “Not often.”
“Well, it’s behaving in its typical manner right now.”
“I want to see.”
He unzipped his pants and lowered his underwear until his cock sprang free.
“It’s definitely hard,” she said. “Make yourself come and I’ll take off my panties.”
“Take off your panties, and I’l make myself come,” he countered.
She lifted her hips off the sofa and pulled her panties down.
When she removed them, she opened her legs wide so he could see all that she’d kept hidden. He let his mind drift to fantasy. Pictured himself rubbing his cock head in the slick moisture between her thighs, slipping inside her, retreating. His hand began to move over his cock.
“Stroke it faster,” she requested.
He obeyed.
“Harder.”
Yes, harder.
“Faster, baby, faster.”
“I want to be inside you.”
She slid a finger into her pussy. “Like this?”
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to come inside me?”
He bit his lip and nodded, almost ready to explode.
“Come here.”
He moved from the chair and knelt between her open legs.
“Take me,” she whispered.
He rubbed his cock over her opening, teasing her. Making her want it.
“Oh,” she gasped when he slipped the head into her hot body.
He bit his lip and watched as he fucked her shallow, inserting just the head before withdrawing completely and slipping in just an inch again. She wriggled her hips, tempting him to take her deeper, but he refused. He continued to thrust into her a few inches, knowing if he plunged deep he’d come.
Rebekah moved her hand between her legs and stroked her clit, rotating her hips to stimulate his cock head each time he thrust into her.
“That actually feels really good,” she gasped, “but it makes me want you so bad. Ah, God, Eric, just a little deeper. Please.”
He gave her another inch, but still pulled out completely with each thrust.
Her excited cries had him by the balls. Lured him deeper. He lost control and thrust deep. She moved her hand out of the way so he could rub his groin against her clit as he drove himself into her over and over and over again. When she cried out and her pussy clenched around him, he let go, still pumping into her body as he came.
He collapsed against her and nuzzled her neck. “I love you,” he whispered into her ear. “Rebekah.”
Chapter 29
The next afternoon, Rebekah kissed Eric and smiled up at him.
They had skipped lunch at Brian’s house to stay in bed for another six hours. She had been tempted to stay there all day, but she had a few things she needed to take care of. All Eric could talk about was buying her an engagement ring. And she was going to let him.
“Do you want me to pick it out, or do you want to help me?”
he asked.
She couldn’t even imagine the ginormous ring he’d end up buying. She’d have to walk around with her hand in a vault. “I’m sure you’ll go way overboard if you pick it out yourself. I’m going to pack some stuff at my mom’s house. How about I meet you at the mall for dinner, and we can go shopping afterward?”