She pouted at his chuckle and evasive words, though the effect was slightly ruined by the grin behind it. "But I did do all this," she motioned to her still-clothed body, "no knickers and all, just for you," she reminded him with a small smirk. She turned her hips just so, clenching her walls around him. She wasn't above a little seductive reasoning.
Her eyes fluttered closed as his hands cupped her breasts. She loved him, loved when he touched her. She moaned, her head falling backward, neck arched gracefully when he rocked his hips just right, hitting that delightfully sensitive spot inside of her.
"More," she breathed, her hands releasing his to move behind her back to unsnap her bra. She reached up to push the straps down her shoulders, the bra falling into his hands. "Touch me, Nathan. I want your hands on me. My husband," she said breathily.
Her hips rocked faster over him, fast, short strokes. Her stomach fluttered at the sensations, always so intense even after all their time together. "Oh gods," she moaned. "Love you.. so much..."