Rebeka – 20. chapter

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Erik woke up to the mattress shifting. Rebeka was sitting on the bed beside him, already dressed, watching him.

“I’m hungry,” she mumbled, scrunching her nose childishly. He found it adorable and smiled.

“Sorry. I know there’s nothing here. I’ll take a quick shower and we’ll go eat in the village.”

He’d rather have fucked her, but he did what he promised. The bathroom. Then the walk to the village pub.

Vulgar whistling when Rebeka walked in among the local regulars. Her uncertainty when confronted with the bartender’s dialect. The realization that there was no menu at all. Her refusal of Erik’s suggested pig slaughter specialties and her horror at the sight of pickled Encián cheese literally floating in oil. And finally, resigned surrender when she ordered a beer. For breakfast. Because plan B was plum brandy. What pulled her out of that desperate situation was something even worse. Erik had ordered himself a striptease the moment they got back to the cabin. She seriously reconsidered the plum brandy.

Back in the bedroom, she tried as hard as she could to hide how badly she didn’t want to strip. She failed. It showed from a mile away. Still, her sense of rhythm and her perfect body made it impossible for her to fail. Erik started biting his lip almost immediately. Her beautiful breasts took his breath away even covered. The slow reveal of her nipples would have brought him to his knees if he hadn’t already been sitting. When Rebeka sensually traced one of them with her fingernail, he stopped being sure who was tormenting whom. She began revealing her folds so close to his face that he could smell her. He had long since believed she was doing this to please him. So when she crawled on all fours, with seductive, feline movements, between his thighs and took his dick in her hand, the decision about her reward was made.

He let her jerk him off for a while longer and stroked her hair. He gave her a calm, reassuring smile. Then he grabbed her hair firmly. Her mouth fell open in surprise, but she didn’t get a word out. He roughly pulled her toward the bed and threw her onto her stomach. When she landed, she tried to turn over, but he pressed his palm to her back and forced her down again.

“Erik!” she cried out, confused, when he pulled her lower until her knees were on the floor. He didn’t feel the need to answer. He just pressed her firmly against the bed and spread her legs. She was breathing hard. This roughness of his shot her arousal sky-high. She braced her hands against the duvet beneath her. He must have taken it as resistance, because he grabbed both her wrists and twisted them behind her back. She moaned loudly but didn’t resist.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He knew she wasn’t begging for freedom. She was begging for his dick.