Eve began to remove his pants and moaned softly as his hand touched her breast.  The sensation of it sent a shiver down her spine, as if there were a magic to his touch.  She allowed herself a moment to revel in it, and then continued the work of taking his jeans off, until they were in a pile, not far from hers, on the floor.  There was no sense in waiting, so she removed her plain black panties without much delicacy and crawled back over her husband.  Her lips again met his, this time more hungry for him than perhaps they had ever been.  They had faced death today and she did not want to continue the awkward dance they had been doing.  She wanted to be with him, to give her heart to him, so they could find a way to face these dangers together.<br/><br/>The kiss broke and Eve leaned up, snaking a hand between them to grip his length.  She gave him two or three exploratory pumps before she angled the tip toward the opening of her lips.  He would feel just how much she wanted him then, the slick wetness of her desire for him.  Her hips undulated in slow circles, working herself down upon his tip until she moved suddenly, pushing herself down onto him.<br/><br/>Eve let out a sharp cry, one that communicated how delicious the rush of having him inside her was.  Now fully connected, she began to rock her hips over his, sliding up, down and around.  "Gods, you're perfect."  She gasped as her hands splayed on his chest to give herself a bit of leverage.