Page 208 of The Defiant Curse

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.