His hips bucked up to meet her, almost of their own accord, at the same time as he shouted again. Good God, he’d never experienced such blazing need before.

Elaine lifted her hand and used it along with her mouth and teeth and tongue in a wicked dance of delight. Where on earth had his wife learned such things? Was this what Lipscombe and Flynn’s wives had run her off to do?

His ballocks tightened beneath her eager, wanton efforts. “I won’t last much longer,” he ground out.

After a few more bobs, she pulled her mouth off his prick with a pop and mounted him again, as though she’d ride him astride like a horse. She kissed him, then, her tongue delving deep into his mouth and spreading this new taste-salty and musky, and bursting with the essence of sex.

Elaine gripped the back of his head with both hands, digging her fingers into his hair and pulling him closer. The hardened peaks of her nipples pressed against his chest and rubbed over him and her sex rested just over his cock. She ground herself into him, letting out a deep moan, more sensuous than he’d ever heard from her.

Then she pulled away from him slightly, taking his erection into her hands and guiding it inside her silken body.

She sank down on him, driving his member inside her, with her head tossed back in ecstasy. Owen watched her breasts as they bounced before him, jiggling and undulating with each of her movements as she rose and fell over him, the strands of her pearls swaying over the mounds and catching on the tight nubs. He was a man entranced.

Before he could stop himself, Owen leaned forward in his chair and took one of her breasts into his mouth, drawing her peak into his mouth and suckling as she’d done to him earlier. Elaine whimpered and pressed his head against her, arching her back as she continued her ride over him.