Now, though, she was feeling incredibly greedy. She wanted to feel him between her legs, filling her. The emptiness needed to be stopped, and he was one surefire way to make that happen.
With a push to his chest, she switched positions with him and found herself straddling his hips.
Then, she shared the one word he’d used before.
“Mine,” she offered, sliding down his erection and enjoying the way he felt in her.
God.
She missed this.
It had been a good week since she’d touched him. Even then, they’d been involved in a case, and hurrying about with their jobs.
This felt perfect.
In fact, it was exactly what the non-doctor ordered.
As Elizabeth rode, petals from the dahlias fell from her body onto him. They punctuated his skin with little slashes of color, and he couldn’t be more beautiful.
Her handsome man looked right in a field of flowers with his Native tan flesh, and crisscrossing tattoos.
In that moment, she fell back in love with not only him, but what they’d built together all of those years ago.
This was perfect.
Below his wife, once more, he was struggling. His body ached, his balls tightened, and he was fixated on one thing.
Her body.
Above him, her breasts bounced and truthfully, they were one of his favorite things about her.
It constantly boggled his mind how he could love the female form, hers, and still be attracted to Gene.
They were two very different people on the outside.
In that moment, he knew he was lucky.
“I love you,” she whispered, as she also was making that climb to the top of the pleasure.
Ethan barely heard her.
He was too busy fighting that overwhelming need to fall again, filling her body with cum.
Shit.
He was close.
“Lyzee!” he shouted as his body threatened to betray him beneath the onslaught of pleasure.
“I’m close,” he whispered, his hands on her hips, guiding her up and down his erection.
So.
Was.
She.
When he slid his one hand closer to her clit, and strummed it with his thumb as she rode him, they were both on the edge.