Page 196 of Assassin

Elizabeth was on top as she stared down at him. His eyes were blurry with pleasure, as he took in her body above him.

Yeah, now, his brain was numb with need.

Elizabeth wanted this man, so she took a ride. As she bounced, his hands went to her hips, and he watched her. The whole time, he was struggling.

Something was on his mind.

And she knew who.

Gene.

She’d love him through this storm, trusting him, and knowing that they were the foundation.

There were no Blackhawks without Elizabeth and Ethan.

As she slid down his erection one more time, she broke apart.

The orgasm was amazing, and made her wobbly above him. If not for his hands on her hips, she would have fallen.

Instead, he held on as Elizabeth came apart above him. He had to pull out of her, so he didn’t cum. Gently, he rolled, placing her beneath him.

Then, he waited.

When she opened her eyes, that sexy flush across her body called to him, and there was no possible way that he could wait.

So…

He struck.

Ethan was going to die if he didn’t have her. He wasn’t thinking about anything but cumming in his wife. So, he buried his rock-hard erection in that delicious wet heat.

She gasped at the invasion.

Then, it was his turn.

It was a little rougher than her ride, and nothing like that morning, but from the moans of pleasure, it was clear they were both enjoying it.

He worked his way in and out of her body.

It was hard.

It was fast.

Ethan kept her pinned beneath him, his hands holding hers above her head as his hips did all of the work. He was focused on her eyes, and the windows to her soul. Only, he didn’t know, she was doing the same.

They were mouth-to-mouth, and the heat was building. All around her, she was overwhelmed with the feelings and scent of his bodywash.

It tickled her senses.

As he picked up speed, she moaned in pleasure, enjoying this interlude before she had to face the shitstorm in NOLA.

As he took his wife, Ethan was on the edge. His body was begging for release, but he knew he wanted to give her one more thing to think about.

He shoved her off the edge again, and she tumbled.

Above her, he stopped moving, as he enjoyed the way her body tried to pull him over the edge.

Oh, he was close.

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