Chapter Twelve #4
She bucked.
“Oh, God!” she shouted.
And he wanted more.
Her response urged him on, and he was focused on one thing, and one thing only.
Making her cum.
When her hands sank deep into his hair, and she held on, he couldn’t get enough of her. It drove him on, desperation to have her taking control.
She made him wild.
Ethan was ravenous, and he had to have her. Her faith in him was restored, and in it, his faith in them was too.
That was huge.
That was healing.
That was…
Monumental.
Changing up the rhythm, he drove her wild, and the whole time, Elizabeth was begging for more.
With a nip, she careened off of the edge, cumming hard. Her whole body shook from it too.
Oh, but Ethan wasn’t done.
Not.
Even.
Close.
In fact, he needed to give her more. The more lust he poured into her, the more he felt.
This place was magickal.
There wasn’t only a curse here, but there was magick too. Blackhawk would bet on it.
Teasing her clit with the tip of his tongue, he forced his wife back up through the pleasure and gave her all he had.
She moaned, as he continued to feast.
“EJ,” she whispered as her body was driven wild, and to the edge.
Truth be told, the breathiness of his name on her lips drove Ethan wild.
Oh, he wanted more.
He wanted all.
For him, there was that overwhelming need to enjoy her body as he shared his own. Seeing her pleasure made him incredibly happy.
His heart was light.
As of late, his world had been polluted with pain, suffering, and self-doubt, but now, it was clearing.
They never lost each other.
They just lost the path.
Now, they were back, and there were only good things coming for them both.
Ethan would bet on it.
As she came again, that’s when he slid up her body, so he could watch her tumble through that pleasure. His rock-hard erection wept for her.
“My girl,” he whispered.
And she was.
There was never a more gorgeous woman than his wife when she was teetering on the cusp of pleasure.
There wouldn’t be a day where she didn’t make him feel like he was lucky.
Yeah, chasing her had been the best thing he’d done, as of late, and this was the proof.
The walls were down, and they were back to being a couple who relied on each other, not existed without each other.
“I need you, my wife,” he said, and then, he took that moment to inundate her body with even more pleasure.
Slipping into her, she gasped at the invasion and then moaned at the fullness of his erection.
They fit together perfectly.
“Ethan,” she said, opening her eyes and staring up into his midnight-blue ones.
“Together,” he said, knowing she’d understand exactly what he was saying.
Before they slept, they’d make that fall together.
As he began moving, Elizabeth’s hands were on his chest, and she could feel his heartbeat.
It was strong.
It was powerful.
It was like their love.
As she stared up into his eyes, hers stayed locked to his, and Elizabeth refused to look away.
In them, she saw their past.
And their future.
For them, this journey was far from over.
“Always, Ethan.”
And he understood.
“Come on, Lyzee my love,” he whispered. “Cum for me,” he urged, wanting to watch her slip into that pleasure as it took control of her body.
He craved watching his wife enjoy what he could offer her.
Then, and only then, he would join her.
With her arms locked around his neck, Elizabeth let herself take that tumble again, enjoying not having to think or worry.
Ethan was driving the bus, and she liked it.
A lot.
As she fell through the colors, Elizabeth knew how she wanted this to end.
Oh, someone was going for a ride. There was nothing hotter than being above Ethan as she drove him wild.
When the colors abated, and she could see straight again, someone was hard.
Oh, and throbbing.
It was his turn.
“God, you’re the most beautiful woman in the whole world,” he admitted.
There would never be anyone better for him than the woman who rebuilt him from the broken heart up.
She was his protection.
And he’d be hers.
“My turn,” Elizabeth said, as Ethan rolled to give her exactly what she wanted.
Once on top, she slid back down his dick, and he moaned at the sensation of her sheathing him.
And what was to come.
“Come on, Lyzee my love,” he urged, his hands on her hips as he was throbbing in anticipation. “Take me over, and fall with me,” he said.
That was the plan.
As she began moving, riding his dick, Ethan moaned. This was his happy place.
This.
Right.
Here.
As she bounced, he admired the rosary that was still hanging around her neck.
It bounced with her breasts as she drove them both wild. Elizabeth was quite the sight to be seen.
The whole time, Ethan fought not to cum until she got there again.
And it was not easy.
As she ground down on his body, using his dick to give them pleasure and torture, his breathing was labored.
“Elizabeth, fuck!” he muttered, as his balls were tucked so far up into his body, Ethan wasn’t sure they were ever coming back again.
“Ethan,” she said, breathlessly, and that had his attention.
He stared into her eyes, and never looked away—even if it was pure torture.
Because it was.
Elizabeth was biting her lip, and she looked absolutely gorgeous.
“Baby,” he begged. “Cum for me,” he whispered, his body feeling like there were a million fingers touching and stroking him when in actuality, it was just lust.
It had him by the balls.
Ethan knew that if he didn’t get off, he was going to lose his mind. This was absolute torture, and there was no doubt his wife knew it.
As she leaned down to bite him on the neck, giving him the hickey this time, Ethan couldn’t hold on.
He lost control.
The eruption rocked through him, and it took them both over the edge.
Into the pleasure.
As the room spun, and the colors flashed before her eyes, Elizabeth leaned on his body, riding out the pleasure until she could think again.
Or in this case, stop thinking.
The whole world shifted, and she found herself slid down the bed, and into the crook of his side where she was safely cuddled against his body.
The scent of husband wafted up, lulling her into a sense of calm. It was a mix of his cologne and her perfume, mingled together with the heat of sex.
It was intoxicatingly them.
“Mmmmm,” Ethan said. “I love a vacation,” he admitted softly.
Oh, well, she did too.
“Every year?” she asked.
He slowly nodded his head.
“That was the deal,” he stated. “When you make a deal with the devil, Elizabeth, he makes you keep it.”
Gently, she kissed him on the lips.
“I love this particular devil. He’s wickedly good in bed,” she admitted.
He laughed.
Well, he could say the same thing about a particular woman, now couldn’t he.
“I love you, Lyzee,” he offered. “Forever.”
She nestled into place, her face tucked into his neck as she rested against him. There was no way she could forget it. They had made a life, and a world together.
One didn’t just walk away from that, or forget it existed. This was their world.
Oh, and Elizabeth loved it.
“And I love you, EJ. Never forget it.”
Oh, he wouldn’t.
They’d been through so much, and now, they were at least back on stable ground.
From here on out, they could only go up.
Bet.
On.
It.