Chapter Ten #2
The whimper from deep within his chest called to her, and it made Elizabeth want to do one thing.
Make him lose control.
When he could barely speak, she roughly squeezed his balls, sending a wave of pleasure tearing through him.
In that field of flowers, she shoved him off of the edge, just to watch him take that tumble.
And he did.
Ethan was done.
He.
Fell.
Hard.
It sent so much pleasure through his body that there was no way he wasn’t cumming.
Blackhawk lost control.
“I’m cumming!” he shouted.
And he certainly did.
When he exploded, his body spasmed, and she swallowed wave after wave of heat.
The whole time, he bowed in so much pleasure.
God.
Watching him lose control was so sexy. Now, Elizabeth was wet. The bottom line was that she needed this man more than anything else at that moment.
Her salvation was here, and she was going to enjoy the way they came together in that field of flowers.
Trust and believe.
As he floated through the pleasure, he somehow was able to open his eyes, and when he did, she was smiling down at him.
That made his heart hitch in his chest.
“I love you.”
Oh, she didn’t doubt that. Through it all, that was a constant in her world. While they might have issues, and an occasional fight, there was no doubt Ethan cherished her.
Before she could reply, as if he couldn’t wait any longer, he rolled, reversing their positions.
As she lay on her back, he grabbed a handful of flowers, specifically their petals, and sprinkled them across her pale flesh.
“I like my woman decorated in flowers,” he admitted. “They aren’t as beautiful as she is, but I still love seeing you in a field of flowers.”
Her heart hitched.
“I don’t want men giving my wife flowers. That’s something reserved for me,” he stated. “Mine,” he said, adding that because he meant it.
Oh, he’d share with Callen and Chris—and even Gene, but the bottom line was this.
She was taken.
“My turn,” he whispered, sliding down her body to the junction between her thighs.
There, he found what he craved.
That sweetness.
Hungrily, Ethan dove in, pillaging and stealing all he could from her. Oh, he was definitely not holding back.
Blackhawk wanted her.
Desperately.
It had him by the balls, and that need for her never ended.
As Elizabeth held on, burying her hands in his dark hair, Ethan held nothing back.
His mouth took what he wanted, giving her so much pleasure.
Just the taste of his wife made him forget about anything but that perfect moment in Scotland.
Just.
Them.
“Ethan!” she shouted as he did something with the tip of his tongue and her piercing to make her absolutely insane.
And he kept driving her wild, enjoying her gasps of pleasure and his name on her lips.
When he tugged at the jewelry piercing her clit, that was all it took. Elizabeth fell into orgasm and was helpless to stop it.
The colors exploded.
The pleasure took her under.
The whole time, Elizabeth let it consume her.
Enjoying the feeling, she floated in the pleasure. When she opened her eyes, Ethan was doing exactly what she’d done.
He was staring down at her, and in his eyes, she saw the love he felt for her.
“I won’t be me without you,” he admitted.
Oh, she knew that feeling.
They were bound together by healing and finding each other when they needed to the most.
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.
Oh, and it didn’t take long.
“Cumming!” she shouted as her body broke apart, taking him with her on that ride over the edge and into the abyss.
The colors exploded.
They both wavered.
This.
Was.
Perfection.
In fact, this was so needed that it immediately began filling their souls back up. What began as her running to find herself, ended up helping them not only find each other, but a way to rejuvenate after a year of difficult moments.
They were healing together.
Gently, he laid her beside him, and she curled into his side, resting her head on his chest.
Night was coming.
And for a while, they laid there in silence, just taking in everything around them.
It was when Hamlet, the very curious horse headed their way, that Ethan knew they couldn’t stay there forever.
Oh, he would.
But it wasn’t possible.
Michael knew he was there, and at some point, they’d send out a search party. The last thing Ethan wanted was for them to be discovered naked in a field of flowers.
The two men were like sons to him and Elizabeth.
That was just…weird.
As they lay there, the cooling air sent goosebumps across their bodies, and Elizabeth was there for it.
ALL.
OF.
IT.
That had been an amazing memory that Elizabeth would hold in her heart forever. It wasn’t often a girl got to make love in a field of flowers.