Chapter Three

Molly 

Closing the door to the bathroom with her foot, Molly quickly shed her ratty old sweatshirt and nursing bra before she took care of pumping her full breasts.  The last thing she wanted to do is leak milk all over her hubby.  She already felt like she’d failed him once by not making their six-week appointment special; the last thing she wanted to do was kill the romantic mood she was trying to set now by squirting breast milk in his eye during a pivotal moment.  That certainly wasn’t their kink, she thought, wrinkling her nose as she dumped the fluid down the sink and tossed her bra and shirt toward the wicker hamper in the corner of the room.  Pivoting to her left, she twisted the silver taps and began to fill the tub, adding a liberal dose of aromatic salts to the swirling water.

Peeling her soft cotton sweatpants down her legs, Molly sighed as she turned to stare at her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirrors lining the east wall of the bathroom.  Tilting her head, she studied her body with a critical eye.   Wrinkling her nose at what she saw staring back at her from the mirror, Molly shook her head, lifting a hand up to pull the elastic rubber band from her hair.  Shaking her head, she knew it was now entirely safe to say that the word ‘petite’ no longer defined her.  Her freaking curves had curves.  Eyeballing herself disapprovingly, she bit her lower lip painfully.  This definitely wasn’t the body with which Devil was previously acquainted.  She felt like she was looking at a stranger; she certainly shuddered to think about how he’d feel when he saw her.  While she had never considered herself to be one of those tiny waifs that could happily exist on angel whispers, she had at least attempted to maintain some sort of a figure.  Well, until now, that was.

Pregnancy had not been kind to her form, leaving her body in the worst condition she’d ever been.  Where once she’d had firm, toned muscles, a semi-flat, concave belly and pert bouncy breasts, now she sagged…absolutely everywhere.  Molly cringed as she ran a self-conscious hand over the swell of her lower stomach, the slight bulge seeming even bigger today.  Okay, swell and bulge were far kinder words than she should have used.  It was more of a full stomach swelling.  And no amount of abdominal crunches or sit-ups seemed to be designed to make that ungainly pouch disappear.  Talk about disheartening.  God knows she had tried everything she could think of to diminish that unseemly mass.  Nothing worked! 

Then, as if that unsightly bulge wasn’t enough to draw her attention, there were those faint white lines...those garish stretch marks standing out against her pale skin like neon arrows directing the way to her unfortunate attributes.  The only thing she might have going in her favor was the fact that she had at least managed to do a small amount of landscaping in all the right places earlier in the week when the baby had taken a longer nap than usual.  But that was not enough to raise her spirits at the moment.  Not at all.  And while she was inventorying the substantial damage to her body, she really ought to mention that brand new zip code that seemed to have grown around her hips and thighs. 

No, pregnancy had definitely NOT agreed with her body at ALL!

Who knew that her seven pound bundle of love could inflict so much damage on her figure, leaving at least an extra fifteen pounds hanging off her previously almost-slender frame?

Molly closed her eyes for a moment and drew a deep breath, trying to center herself as she leaned one hand against the cool marble counter of the bathroom sink.  What the hell was she going to do here?  It wasn’t as though she could escape through the bathroom window, she thought, cracking one eye to assess the opening above the Jacuzzi.   Devil would just chase her down.

It might not have been so bad if her husband was the happily oblivious sort.  But, he was not.  Never had been.  Ever. 

Oh, no, her handsome hunk was a visually-oriented lover that memorized every single crack and crevice, hill and valley, peak and pitfall of her body.  Before their baby, that keen eye he had for detail had made her an exceptionally happy and exceedingly satisfied woman.  Repeatedly.  What could she say?  Her husband had a gift … a way of taking his time as he had traveled up and down her body as he’d loved her.  It had made her feel special and valued.  Wanted and loved.

But, if she was going to be honest (and generally, she tried to be truthful), she didn’t think the Casanova she’d married was exactly going to enjoy the new rides decorating her personal playground.  Especially once he got a look at the new equipment.

Her body had changed – changed in a big, bad way. 

Yep, her figure was markedly fuller while his cut physique had remained unaltered by the cruel hands of pregnancy.

How the hell was that fair?  And what if that wonderfully hot, sensual pastime that they’d both once loved so much (yeah, folks, the S-E-X)… what if it just didn’t work for them anymore?  What if, once he got a full view of the ‘new’ look she was sporting, her husband decided that he wanted a younger, firmer model?  What then?  Devil Delancy was a red-blooded, hot-headed, domineering Southern male, after all.  He was accustomed to all the bells and whistles that went with her old body.  What if she just couldn’t satisfy him anymore?

“Oh, God,” she panted, as her breaths suddenly came faster and faster, a panic attack rising faster than she could manage to reach for her wine. “He’s gonna trade me in for something new and shiny!” she whispered to the reflection staring back at her in the mirror.

Clutching her chest, she shook her head as she tried to clear those overwhelming and terrifying thoughts from her hormone-soaked mind and forced herself to take a deep cleansing breath.  “I can do this,” she ground out through her teeth, continuing to stare at her naked body in the unkind mirror.  “I’ll just figure out a way that I can do it clothed,” she continued, snatching her long black silk robe off the hook hanging from the bathroom door while the tub continued to fill behind her.  She could absolutely bathe clothed! If she had to, she’d start a new fashion trend, dammit!  Jabbing her arms into the sleeves, she was cinching the sash at her waist when she heard the door open behind her.

Holy Christ, that moment she’d been trying (albeit unconsciously) to avoid was upon her.   It really wasn’t that she didn’t want to be intimate with her husband.  She did.  Badly.  It was just that insecurity like she hadn’t felt since her sexy husband had conned her out of her knickers a few years earlier flooded her every time she thought of getting naked with him again.  And she knew, without a doubt, she was screwed in the no-fun-at-all kind of way.

“Did you say something to me?” she heard Devil greet her as he entered the oversized bathroom, carrying two very full goblets of red wine.

Startled by his sudden question and presence, Molly jumped slightly, clutching the sash of her robe as she spun to face her husband.  Forcing a smile to her lips (or at least what she hoped would pass for a reasonable facsimile of one), she swallowed quickly.  “Lord, you scared me, Devil.”

Canting his head, Devil’s eyes narrowed on her, his intelligent eyes automatically cataloguing the look on her face.  “You okay, baby?” he asked slowly, as his gaze tracked her stiff movements suspiciously.

“I’m fine,” Molly stated quickly as she moved to turn off the water and press the button that would begin to churn the water into foamy waves.  “Just a little nervous, I guess,” she admitted over her shoulder.  She could tell by the way Devil stilled almost instantly that she’d captured his attention with that remark and she mentally kicked herself for being so blunt.  Way to go, Molly, her inner voice almost sneered at her. 

“Nervous,” Devil echoed, his deep voice spitting out the word as though it tasted foul.  “Why in the hell would you be nervous?  And why are you clutching at your robe like a lifeline?  It’s pretty hard for us to relax in the tub when one of us has clothes on,” he noted dryly, his perceptive eyes missing nothing as they watched for her reaction.

Well, shitty Mcshit Shit SHIT!  They were off to a roaring start, weren’t they, Molly thought anxiously.  Desperate for something to occupy her hands and keep her eyes somewhere besides her husband, she began to collect the linens they’d be needing. 

“Molly, I’m waiting,” Devil reminded her, calmly putting their wine glasses on the wide lip of the tub where they could reach them easily before he moved toward his tense wife.  “Babe, it’s just you and me here.  Why in hell would you be nervous with me?” he asked again.

Molly’s neck went hot as she imagined his eyes boring into her.  “I’m not nervous exactly, Dev,” she replied quietly, stacking thick fluffy towels beside the tub within easy reach.  “I shouldn’t have put it that way,” she muttered.

Picking up her goblet of wine, he slid an arm around her side to hold the glass in front of her.  “Here.  Drink,” he suggested against her ear.  “Then explain to me what you think you should have said.”

Taking the wine from his hand, she took a long sip, letting the fruity notes play against her tongue before swallowing.  Feeling slightly calmer, she turned to face her husband.  “It’s just been a while for us, Devil,” she said carefully as one hand toyed with the silky sash of her robe. 

Capturing her fingers, Devil chided, “Quit fidgeting, Mols.  I know it’s been a while, honey.  Hell, I can tell you just exactly how long it’s been down to the hour if you want me to.”

“I don’t,” Molly interjected quickly, rolling her eyes.

“Okay,” Devil averred, “Then how ‘bout you explain what has you looking like a trapped cat in a roomful of rocking chairs.  And don’t tell me I’m imagining it because we both know that I’m not,” he added, moving his hands to cradle her hips as she opened her mouth to speak. 

Scowling because he knew her entirely too well, Molly blew out a frustrated breath.  “Fine!  I’ll tell you.  I am nervous.  In fact, I’m jumpy as all hell.  Devil, you haven’t seen me naked in a really, long time.”

“Molly, I saw you naked last night,” Devil retorted instantly with a deep laugh, rolling his eyes at her.  “I loved your body then, and I’ll love it now.”

 

“No, what you saw was a naked shadow last night.  I made sure to turn the lights off before I changed into my nightgown.  The body you think you love is nothing but a dim memory.  Your mind is recalling the shape you want to see… not what I actually look like now.”

“Babe, I’ve seen you without your clothes.  You’re being insane right now,” Devil admonished tenderly, trying to pull her rigid body closer to him. 

“I’m not!  In fact, I know you’ve only seen blurry naked shadows of me since before Devlynn was born.  I’ve made sure of it,” Molly continued resolutely, trying to ignore how good it felt as Devil massaged her hips with his thumbs and not let her mind wander to how wonderful it would feel to let him rub something else.  “I’ve been real careful about not letting you see me without my clothes since the baby got here.  Especially in the daylight or under fluorescent lighting,” she explained, gesturing at the light fixtures above their heads.  “My body was never exactly model-worthy, but now….”

“Whoa!” Devil interrupted on a low roar.  “Molly….”

“Just let me get through this, Devil,” Molly ordered, putting her hands against her husband’s broad chest.  “My body isn’t going to be what you remember, honey.  It’s….bigger…mushier. Kinda like a marshmallow.”

“Mushier,” Devil repeated incredulously.  “Are you crazy?” he asked in exasperation.

“No, I’m not.  Just listen.  I need to prepare you for what you’re gonna see, Dev,” Molly huffed, growing irritated at him and his interruptions.

“I already know what I’m going to see,” Devil replied, growing impatient as he moved his hands to the tied knot at her waist.  There was only one way he could put her baseless fears to rest and the first step was removing the robe that was in his way.

“Stop that,” Molly demanded, batting away his hands.  “Devil, I don’t look the way you remember me!  Just let me dim the lights and….”

Quickly backing her against the mirrored wall, Devil pressed his body against hers, effectively cutting off any hope of escape she might have harbored.  Anchoring her still squirming body with his torso, he shook his head.  “Settle down, Spitfire, and listen to me,” he urged warmly against her cheek.  

“Dammit, Devil,” Molly complained even as her traitorous body began to soften against his.  “If you’d only just hear me out, you’d know…”

“Shhhh,” Devil hushed her, as one persistent hand slipped between them to untangle the knot at her belly, “I don’t need to hear anything else, babe.  You’re scared.  I get that, but it’s unfounded, Molly.”

“Is not,” Molly mumbled, dropping her head against his shoulder as she felt his nimble fingers divesting her of her security covering.  Well, hell!  That wasn’t supposed to happen so quickly, was it?

“Molly,” Devil began insistently, “It’s an established impossibility for my body NOT to want yours.  The sun will always rise in the east and set in the west.  Water will always freeze at thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit.  And my cock will always think its home is in your pussy.  Some things, my sweet angel, are just facts set in stone.  I am completely incapable of not wanting you!”

“But,” Molly tried to cut into his diatribe.

 

“No, sweetheart.  I’m talking now,” he denied sternly.  “You know what I want?  I want you to tell whatever fucked up voice in your head is talking that your husband thinks you’re fuckin’ perfect.  You could weigh three hundred pounds, have a tail, goiter, AND hunchback, walk with a limp, and have a severe stuttering problem, and I would STILL want you.  You wanna know why?”

Blinking back tears, Molly swallowed hard.  “Why?” she whispered, her voice thin and fragile.

“Because you possess the missing piece to my heart.  You are the only woman in existence that fits me….right down to my goddamn soul, babe.  Now, is that clear enough for you?”

Sniffling, Molly tried to still her wobbly chin.  “Yeah.  It’s clear.”

“You sure?  Because if you don’t believe what I’m sayin’, sweetheart, that means I’m not doing my job as your husband.  So, I’ll ask one more time.  We clear?”

“Very clear,” Molly agreed with a voice trembling with emotion, a shaky smile creeping over her lips.

“Fuckin’ perfect,” Devil groaned appreciatively, sliding one side of the robe over Molly’s shoulder, his fingers caressing her smooth, alabaster skin.  “Then, let me see the body that belongs as much to me as it does to you.  And for God’s sake, give me that mouth before I lose my mind, woman,” he ordered harshly an instant before his lips claimed hers in a deep, consuming kiss.

If it was possible for a kiss to spontaneously combust, theirs was on the verge of doing so, Molly thought wildly as his tongue plundered the depths of her mouth, marking and claiming her as his.  Wet and intense, the kiss caught fire, burning bright and hot, threatening to incinerate them both with its intensity.  “Mmmmm, Devil,” Molly hummed breathlessly against her husband’s parted lips.

“Good God, woman, you do have the singular unique ability to drive me out of my mind,” Devil half-chuckled against her mouth, his teeth nipping her full lower lip as he finally broke away from their kiss.  “Have I adequately convinced you yet that there is absolutely nothing about you that could ever repel me?”

“Maybe,” Molly replied playfully, lifting one shoulder in a shrug.  “I might need a little more persuading.”

Resting his forehead against hers, Devil lifted a hand to cup her cheek.  “Seriously, honey, you gave me the single greatest, most priceless gift a woman can give her man.  Our child.  Your body carries the evidence of that…and it fucking fills me with pride to see it.  Don’t you ever wish those marks away because they’re just tangible proof that we created something amazing together.  Those little reminders make my cock hard as a rock,” he assured her huskily, pressing his dick against her naked abdomen.  “Go on.  Feel it, Molly.  Does it feel like I find your body anything but beautiful?”

“I guess not,” Molly admitted shakily, slightly ashamed of herself for doubting him.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Devil growled.  “Well, I guess you shouldn’t be surprised that I think you’ve earned a spanking for doubting us, huh?” he purred seductively against her ear as he palmed one globe of her ass and squeezed.

Molly gasped as she felt him grip her buttock, her pussy clenching as a flood of liquid heat gathered between her legs.  “Really?” she asked, hoping she didn’t sound as eager as she felt.  It was a proven truth that she loved Devil’s little ‘punishments’.  They never failed to deliver her an unforgettable orgasm.

Drawing his hand back and popping her left ass cheek sharply, he grinned wickedly.  “What do you think, Molly?  Do you think you deserve to be disciplined?” he asked, delivering another sharp blow to the opposite buttock before he slowly rubbed the sting away with slow seductive circles of his palm. “And I feel fairly confident that you don’t want this on anymore, do you?” Devil asked as he finished pulling the robe off her other shoulder.

Molly shivered as the slippery black material pooled around her feet.  “No.  I don’t think I need that at all right now,” she agreed, smiling up at her husband as she reached for the button of his shirt.  “And I don’t think you need this shirt any longer either.  As for my punishment, I think I’ll yield to your better judgment on that issue,” she countered mischievously as her slim hands began unfastening buttons as quickly as she could manage.  The need to see his bare chest swamped her and her fingers tripped over each other in her haste to get to bare skin.

Devil couldn’t help his low laughter at her answers to his questions as he watched Molly’s hands fly down his chest, ridding him of his long sleeve dress shirt in seconds.  “I love you, Molly, and don’t worry.  I’ll make sure you pay your penance for doubting me…. you just won’t know when it’ll be.  I plan on tonight being a very long night,” Devil murmured as her fingers raked his now exposed chest.  Unbuckling his leather belt, he helped her push his grey suit pants over his narrow hips. 

Molly hummed with displeasure when Devil prevented her from fisting his swollen cock.  “Devil,” she pouted, “I wanna explore.”

“Later,” he promised with a wicked gleam in his eyes.  “You’ve been a bad girl, remember?” he chided, nipping her chin with his teeth.  “Besides, I want to watch you get all soapy and slick for me,” he continued, jerking his head toward the foaming water in the tub.  Slapping her ass again, he winked.  “Ladies first.”

Shivering with excitement, Molly took the steadying hand Devil extended toward her and descended the three shallow steps that led into the tub. 

“In you go,” Devil directed as Molly’s foot sank into the frothy water.

Sinking to her knees, Molly was submerged in water up to her shoulders.  “Mmmmm, I’d forgotten how much I loved this tub,” she admitted, shifting her body to stretch her legs out in front of her.  “Since we had the baby, I feel like I’m lucky to steal a quick shower sometime during the day,” she offered, nodding toward the large steam shower in one corner.  Heaven knew she loved her baby, but her little Devyl didn’t exactly give her a lot of time for personal hygiene.  Sometimes when the time war was between sleep and cleanliness, sleep almost always won.

Sliding his long legs along the outside of Molly’s, Devil pulled her back against his chest.  “I’ve told you to let me put our girl down at night, babe.”

“One small problem,” Molly replied, looking at her husband over her shoulder.   “You just don’t have the breasts for it.  You’re a little flat.  And empty,” she declared, patting his flat chest teasingly.

Glancing down at his water-logged torso, he chuckled.  “You do make an excellent argument.”  Pulling her closer, he dropped a lingering kiss against her neck.  “Seriously though, if you need some help, we could always hire a….”

Jabbing one finger in the air, Molly warned, “Finish that sentence at your peril, William Delancy!”  Turning to give her husband the evil eye, she shook her head.  “It’s not happening!”

 

Tightening his arms around her waist underneath the water, Devil sighed.  “Molly, honey, did you know the word ‘nanny’ has five letters, not four?”

“Oh, very funny,” Molly spat, almost choking on her amusement at his joke.  “We aren’t hiring a nanny, Devil.  My momma never had one.   Karen and my brother, Grant, didn’t have one.  Your own Nana never had one!  And we aren’t gonna get one either.  I can do this.  Mothers have been raising their own children for centuries upon centuries,” she continued to reason vehemently.  This wasn’t the first time her husband had brought up the idea of getting some help in the house.  Hell, it wasn’t even the seventeenth time!  But, maybe if she drowned him, it would be the last time she had to listen to it.  She could make a drowning look accidental, couldn’t she?

“None of those people that you just mentioned were us, Molly,” Devil pointed out evenly, lifting one hand to brush her cheek.  “And I can guarantee that if we’d had a nanny, we’d have taken this bath together long ago.  I’d say that’s reason enough to hire some help.”

Tilting her head as she stared at her husband, Molly raised one eyebrow.  “Is that your newest argument?  You think we’re special somehow?  Or is it that you need adult supervision during your bath time?  You have got to be kidding me,” she snorted, splashing him.

“Sweetheart, the last thing I want to do is argue with you, but in the interest of full disclosure, you should know that your good buddy, Armando, put in his request…no, wait… a request I could have actually denied.  I guess I should say he put in his demand for a three-week vacation.  He and Nick will both be out for their honeymoon,” Devil explained, reaching for Molly’s pink loofah and squirting some of her fruity-smelling body wash on it.

“O-kay,” Molly said slowly, trying not to moan as Devil began to gently soap her shoulders with slow strokes of the sponge, the essence of mango enveloping her.   “We knew this would happen when they decided to have a ceremony.”

“True,” Devil agreed smoothly, gathering Molly’s long hair in one hand while sweeping the sponge up her neck with the other, “But, you neglected to factor in the pertinent fact that I’m going to need an assistant at the office during the time our friends are away.  Now, unless you trust me to find a suitable replacement….”

“Absolutely not,” Molly denied, already shaking her head.  She still got angry when she remembered the last twit that human resources had sent to replace her in Devil’s executive office.  That bitch had set exactly one objective - getting in Devil’s tailored, pinstriped pants.  Molly hadn’t allowed it to happen then, and it wouldn’t be happening now either.  The jewels hiding beneath her husband’s designer duds were strictly hers and hers alone.  “I’ll take care of it this week, Devil,” she added, sighing as he rinsed away the soap suds on her back and she added yet another task to her endless mental to-do list.

“Why don’t you do it?” Devil suggested.  “No one is going to work as well with me as my wife, and it’s only for three weeks.  It’ll do you good to get out and talk with other adults.  I mean, I know our daughter is stimulating company, but you do need to interact with other grown-ups.  Then, there’s all those sexy nooners we could have….those alone would make it worthwhile.”

Molly thought about it for a few quiet moments.  It was true; she did miss working.  It had made her feel useful… needed.  She really did love being a momma, but there were times she couldn’t deny missing the hustle and bustle of a busy office.  And those nooners… those definitely held a certain appeal all their own.

“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Devil murmured deliciously against her ear. 

“Well….” Molly began to hedge.  It really did sound like something she’d like to do, but she’d learned a long time ago to never give in too easily where Devil was concerned.  Otherwise, he’d expect her to instantly capitulate to his demands for the rest of their lives.  And that was soooo not gonna happen.

“If the idea of hiring a nanny bothers you that much, we could always ask your momma to look after our little girl.  She adores spending time with her granddaughter, and the baby adores her right back.  Plus, it would be only temporary.  Three weeks and the guys are back,” Devil noted, leaning forward to press a kiss to the center of Molly’s neck as he dropped the sponge into the water.  “C’mon, gorgeous, what do you say?  You’re not gonna leave your loving husband swinging in the wind, are you?”

Leaning backward and pillowed against her husband’s chest, Molly bit her lip as Devil’s hands slid up her body to her breasts, cupping one in each hand and kneading the flesh tenderly.  “You don’t play fair,” Molly gasped as his talented fingers found her plump nipples and tugged at them erotically.

“That’s because I’m not playing,” Devil returned easily, gently biting her earlobe.  “Say yes, Molly.  It’s what we both want.”

Turning her head until her lips found his cheek, Molly smiled.  “I’ll agree to talk to Momma about it.  If she’s in, so am I.  If she’s not, I will find you the assistant of my dreams.  How about that?” she bargained.

“I’d say that I’m ultimately going to get what I want because there’s no way on Earth that your mother turns down an opportunity to spend time with Devlynn.  It’s a done deal, baby,” he cackled gleefully before burying his face in her neck.  “It’s a win/win.”

“Glad I could do my part to make you happy,” Molly laughed, gasping as Devil lifted and turned her to straddle his lap.  Wincing as the foamy water overlapped the lip of the tub and splashed the floor, she decided a little mess was a small price to pay for the pleasure she knew she’d find in Devil’s embrace.  Looping her arms around his neck, she met his lips for an openly carnal kiss.  Lips and tongues mated as she wriggled in his lap, desperately trying to bring him inside her body.

Stilling her with one hand against her hip, Devil shook his head.  “Ah ah, not so fast.  You have a punishment coming to your sweet little ass, remember?” he asked, sliding a wet hand down to cradle the swell of her butt.  Besides,” he said in a low velvety voice, “I think I wanna play with you a bit first.”

“Play with….Oh, God!” Molly squealed as her husband’s free hand found her clit underneath the water.  Moaning as his thumb swirled around the swollen bud, she rocked her hips against his hand as his lips found hers again.  “Jesus, Devil,” she moaned, tearing her mouth away from his as his calloused fingertips teased her into a frenzy.  “Don’t stop,” she begged, her body tightening as he manipulated the tight cluster of nerves at the apex of her pussy.  Christ, he hadn’t even slid a single finger inside her yet, and she was ready to blow.

“You like that, don’t you, angel?” Devil asked huskily, his tongue painting a path up her graceful neck.  “Your sweet little cunt has missed me, hasn’t it?” he persisted, suddenly piercing her with two fingers and curling them inside her to stroke that patch of nerves deep within her that made her want to keen with agonized pleasure.

Lips parting on a harsh cry of delight, Molly’s eyes drifted closed as the bliss blinded her.  Sweet God, but her man knew how to obliterate all her defenses.  “Holy shit,” she cried as his fingers set a deep, steady pace.  Each thrust of his hand was designed to throw her closer to the edge, and her pussy clenched with every twist of his fingers.

“Fuck, yeah,” Devil praised, watching Molly’s face as he plunged his fingers deeper, seeking out that magical spot that always made his wife abandon all pretense of propriety.  “Reach for it, baby.  Let me see you reach for it,” he urged, pushing another finger inside her as he circled her clit with his thumb.

“Ohhhh, God,” Molly wailed, her hips churning violently as she chased her orgasm.  Feeling Devil’s thumb press down on her slick bud, she nearly screamed with the need to come.

“You gonna come for me, Molly?  You gonna drench my hand with that sweet cream of yours?” Devil asked roughly, working her core as he dipped his head to take one of her stiff nipples between his lips.  Sucking hard, he felt her pussy quicken around his fingers.  “Ah, you liked that, didn’t you?” he murmured.  “You want a little taste of pain to get you off, baby?  Is that what you need?” he asked, worrying her nipple with his teeth, biting just hard enough to make her cunt tighten around his long fingers.

“Fuck!” Molly bit out, her body stiffening as her release built, boiling just below the surface.  “Again, Devil.  Please,” she begged mindlessly, cupping her other breast and offering it to him.

“Hell, yeah,” Devil encouraged throatily.  “Feed me that sweet tit,” he growled, taking the nipple into his mouth and sucking sharply as he thrust his fingers inside her harder and faster than before.

“Devil!  Oh, fuck, it’s happening!  I’m coming,” Molly shouted hoarsely.  She shook as her orgasm barreled into her, her pussy clenching rhythmically as white-hot pleasure suffused her body.  Holding onto Devil’s neck, she rode out wave after wave of elation, the euphoria leaving her weak and trembling in his strong arms. 

 Smiling down at his wife, Devil pressed a kiss to her sweaty forehead.  “You are so fuckin’ beautiful when you come hard like that,” he whispered lovingly before moving his mouth to hers, exchanging a long wet kiss with her.

Molly beamed at him as she turned slightly in his arms, adjusting so that she could reach into the water to wrap her hand around his cock.  “Your turn,” she stated silkily, pressing a wet kiss to his chest as she swept her hand up and down his dick.

“Oh, hell, no,” Devil objected, dragging her hand off him.  “Not like that.  I’ve blown way too many loads on my stomach these last couple of months.  When I go, it’s gonna be deep inside that tight pussy of yours.”

That sounded like a wonderful idea to Molly, and she was grateful that she’d opted for the birth control shot at her last doctor appointment.  There’d be nothing between her and Devil tonight when he slipped inside her.  “I’d say that could definitely be arranged.”

Returning her smile, Devil rested his forehead against hers.  “Then let’s get out of this tub and move this party to our bedroom.  I feel like a snack before I fuck you.  I’ve got a craving for the sweetest pussy I’ve ever eaten.  Think you can help me with that?”

“Oh, Devil, I can’t wait to help you with that,” Molly replied as her husband helped her stand on shaky legs.  “In fact, I’ll race you to the bedroom.”