“Mark Antony’s sole purpose in life was to stroke his queen’s nipples so they looked pert and inviting to all who faced her,” Eric continued with his fabricated history lesson.
“Is that so?” she asked skeptically.
“Why do you think she was able to bend so many all-powerful kings to her will?”
“Maybe because she was intelligent and cunning?”
“Nah,” Eric said, rolling her tender nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “She had a fantastic rack.”
He tugged hard at the taut buds until they slipped free of his fingers. Spikes of pleasure spiraled through Rebekah’s flesh. She moaned and squirmed against him.
“You might not have the right hair color to be an authentic Cleopatra, but you definitely have the perfect tits to bring kings to their knees.”
Rebekah chuckled at his compliment. “So what did Mark Antony do when his constant nipple stimulation made his queen’s pussy all hot and achy? Surely she found it to be incredibly distracting. It must be difficult ruling an empire when all you can think about it being filled with your lover’s hard, thick cock.”
Her lover’s hard, thick cock jumped against her lower back at her declaration, and he bent his knees to poke her in the ass with it.
“That’s where wearing a man-dress came in handy,” Eric said.
She giggled. “You mean a toga?”
“Yeah, that’s what I said: man-dress.” He nibbled at her ear. “Take your panties off, my queen, and I’ll fill that hot, achy pussy right up for you.”
She flushed at his suggestiveness. If she took her panties off, things were going to get out of hand in a hurry. “Don’t we have to be at the courthouse soon?” she asked.
“We have at least an hour to waste.”
“And you’re sure the owner of this shop isn’t watching us on the security camera right now?”
“I doubt he knows where the security camera is. Besides, we covered the lens, remember? And I locked the front door, so we have the entire place to ourselves.”
“I should have known you were up to something naughty when you did that.”
“I’m always up and always naughty.”
She glanced up at the pink T-shirt covering the camera lens in the corner of the dressing room and then reached under her skirt to slide her panties down. She kicked them off and squirmed when cool air bathed the hot and achy flesh between her thighs. Truthfully, she had no problem when things got out of hand in a hurry as long as the hands were Eric’s very capable ones.
When Eric slid his palms down from her breasts, she caught them and returned them to her chest.
“Now, Mark Antony,” she said, “you wouldn’t shirk on your sole purpose in life, would you? Keep those fingers where they belong.”
He plucked at her nipples, watching her in the mirror. “Maybe Mark Antony had two sole purposes. One pleasing nipples and another pleasing pussies.”
“I hope you mean pussy. I only have one.” And he would not be pleasing any but hers for the rest of their lives.
“And if I remember correctly it’s the best one,” he said. “But maybe you ought to show me so I can determine if it’s worth devoting my life entire to.”
“Not your life,” she said with a grin. “Just your cock.”
“And my lips and tongue and fingers too, I suppose.”
“And your eyes.”
Her man was very visual. Recently he’d become more hands-on, much to her delight, but he still liked to look and she still liked to show. Rebekah propped her foot on the wall next to the mirror and lifted her skirt so her naughty fiancé could see in the mirror’s reflection all that was usually hidden between her legs. She spread her lips with two fingers and used the one in between to massage her throbbing clit.
“What do you think? Is this worth your eternal devotion?”
“I don’t just love you for your fantastic pussy,” he said. “You know that, right?”
“I know.”
She slid her finger down her seam and dipped it into her slippery hole.
Eric groaned and rubbed his arousal against her ass. “But I do have a certain unmistakable attraction to it. Come for me, Rebekah,” he whispered.
“Here?”
“Please. I want to watch.”
“We’re going to get caught,” she whispered.
Even though Malachi seemed hard of hearing and was obviously a deep sleeper, Rebekah tended to get a bit vocal when she was being more daring than usual. And masturbating in a dressing room so her man could watch her get off was fairly daring. Even for her.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “The entry door is locked. No one is here but us.”
“I still don’t know how you talked me into coming here,” she said.
“I talked you into coming? Here?” He grinned. “You never disappoint me, baby.”
She smacked his thigh. “If we spend our wedding night in jail, it will be all your fault.”
He chuckled. “You could always say no.”
“To you?” She grinned at him in the mirror. “You know you have me wrapped around your little finger, don’t you?”
He curled his lip at her. “I’d rather have you wrapped around something else.”
She laughed. “You have me wrapped around that too.”
With her free hand, she reached behind her, flipped up the hem of his toga, and freed his cock from his boxer briefs. She grabbed his shaft in a firm grip.
“On your knees, my handsome general. I don’t just want to come for you. I want to come on you.”