Chapter Eleven

Molly

Molly hummed a happy tune as she swiftly made her way back up the bricked path that ran from the main house to the guest house.  Things were finally looking up, she thought giddily.  Mannie and Nick were back together again and stronger than they’d ever been.  Things hadn’t gone perfectly with her idea of inviting Nick’s parents here to work things out with him, but his father had decided to support his choices.  And, for now, she was going to believe that having the love of one out of two parents on his wedding day to Armando was more than enough.  She’d start working on Sofia’s attitude while the two lovebirds were on the honeymoon.  Until then, she would be positively overwhelmed with things to do.

She was still working on her mental to do list when she reached the back door to their sprawling house, letting herself inside quickly, her high heels clicking against the Italian tiled floor beneath her feet.  “Devil? Honey, I’m back from Nana’s!” She called as she tossed her keys and phone on the black granite kitchen counter.  Grabbing the apron, she looped it over her head and began tying it behind her back when she heard her husband’s deep, annoyed voice thunder, “Just what the hell are you doing, woman?”

Startled, Molly frowned when she spun around to find her husband staring daggers at her.  Pressing a hand to her thudding chest.  “Damn you, Devil!  You just scared ten years off my life,” she accused as he slowly, methodically advanced toward her.  His moves were smooth and graceful, like a big cat stalking his prey.  And evidently, Molly looked like one tasty snack if the look in her husband’s eyes were an indication.

“I’ll ask again, Mols.  What. Are. You. Doing?” he asked, each word falling out of his mouth with a vicious snap of his teeth.

Widening her eyes, Molly shook her head in confusion.  She wasn’t sure why he was angry, but he could just get over it.  She was in too good… no, great, a mood to let her mercurial husband influence It.  “Well, if you must know, I was going to clear the dining room table since the chef’s services didn’t include clean-up and then, I was going to….”

“No.”

“No?” Molly echoed, her head tilting as she considered her husband.  Had the man gone crazy?  Had this most recent mess with Mannie finally pushed him over the edge?

“No,” he confirmed again, this time shaking his head as he spoke, his eyes glittering as they sized her up from about two feet away.

“O-kay,” Molly replied slowly.  “What the hell is your deal, Devil?  Be happy.  The wedding is back on, the wicked witch backed her broom right on out of here, and thanks to Nana, we’ll have a quiet, cry-free evening without Little Miss Devlynn.  I can get loads accomplished while….”

“Molly, get naked,” Devil demanded in a low, insistent voice.

“What?” Molly yelped, her own jaw dropping as his words registered with her.

“Get.  Naked.  Now,” Devil bit out, breathing deeply as he watched her every movement.

“Devil, I’ve still got a lot to…. Oh my God!” she shrieked, as her husband reached one hand out and ripped the still untied apron from her hands, watching as he hurled the cotton fabric toward the sink.  “What the hell….”

“Naked, Molly, means no clothes,” Devil explained with exaggerated patience, following Molly when she scrambled backward, shaking her head.

“I know what naked means, you Neanderthal!” Molly yelled, her heart skipping a beat as Devil smiled that smile at her – the one that simultaneously made her panties melt and her stomach flip.  Holding out a hand, she cooed with a serene smile, “Now, darlin’, you know I still have….”

“… to fuck your husband repeatedly.  Oh, I know, sweetheart,” Devil interjected with a wicked grin all his own.  “I can’t wait,” he declared, lunging for his wife and catching her by the sides of her fitted silk shirt.  Putting one hand on either side of the material, Devil pulled, too impatient to deal with the buttons.  He wrenched the fabric apart and stifled a groan as Molly’s lovely lace covered breasts appeared.

“Devil, I liked this shirt!” Molly yelped, watching helplessly as tiny pearl buttons went flying and the filmy fabric was ripped away from her chest.

“Yeah?  Well, I love these tits, and my need to see them trumped your need to keep your shirt in one piece.  I did give you a chance to strip, remember?  Actually, to be fair, you had two chances.  I can’t help it if you didn’t take one of them,” he murmured, drawing his index finger across the creamy flesh above her bra.  “Goddamn, baby, you are a vision.  These breasts, Mols,” he groaned, tugging one lacy cup aside to free her breast for his lips. “God, so gorgeous,” he whispered just before pulling her nipple between his lips.

Okay, she couldn’t be mad at his Tarzan tactics.  Not really.  First, her husband gave good compliments.  And second, feeling his hands on her hips, dragging her body closer, reminded her just how much she’d missed that needy look he was giving her now as he released her breast from his mouth.  Placing her hands on either side of his stubbled jaws, Molly smiled.  “Okay, I get it.  You’re horny.”

“Horny?  No.  We passed horny about forty-eight hours ago.  I’m now officially dying to bury my dick inside you, Molly.  My cock doesn’t feel the ache any longer.  Ache is too mild a word for it.  It feels the white hot pain of missing your pussy,” he explained, pushing the material that used to comprise her blouse off her rounded shoulders and letting it flutter to the floor. 

“Alright, Dev.  Let me just get these dishes in the….ooommmphh,” she gasped, growling as Devil bent and rammed his shoulder into her belly, pulling her body over his shoulder in a firemen’s carry.  “Damn it, Devil Delancy, you put my ass down!” she shouted, smacking his ass sharply as he marched from the kitchen, studiously ignoring her screams.  Grunting as Devil climbed the steps, Molly reminded herself that this wasn’t sexy.  Acting like a caveman was disgusting, wasn’t it?  It shouldn’t make her H-O-T that her man was simply done talking about what he wanted and was now taking it for his own rather than waiting for her to offer it when she was ready.

Pulled from her musings when her husband dropped her on her back on their bed, she bounced twice before her gaze adjusted and she zoned in on Devil.  Shaking her head as she saw him stripping, her lips twitched as she asked, “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“I’m getting naked.  Then, I’m gonna finish getting you naked if you refuse to do it for yourself,” Devil returned, his movements precise and clipped as he rid himself of his suit jacket, dress shirt, and trousers in seconds.  “After that, we’re fucking, Molly.  Long and hard, deep and dirty, babe.  You’re done talking about dishes and weddings and parents and babies.  Any topic that doesn’t revolve around your pussy or my cock is hereby banned!  You got it?”

“No, I think you should be clearer,” Molly goaded him, giggling when his face turned purple. 

“Keep on laughing, sweetness.  I’m curious to see how loud you can laugh when I bury this dick inside you,” he wondered in a silky tone as he peeled his socks off.  “Do you think you’ll still be giggling when my cock is introducing itself to your womb?” he asked as he turned to face her, hands on his hips.

The air got trapped in Molly’s throat as she stared at the incredibly sexy specimen her husband made, standing there, his penis full and throbbing as it jutted toward her.  “I….I…. d-don’t….” she stammered.

“Cat got your tongue, sweetheart?’ Devil asked, his lips twisting into an amused smile as he slowly approached where she lay sprawled in the center of their bed.  Completely naked now, he stood at the side of the bed and stared down at her, trailing the fingers of one hand from her neck to hip. 

“You know, you could have just asked me to come upstairs with you,” Molly pointed out breathlessly as his fingers continued to wander, visiting every hill and valley on her torso.  “I might have surprised you and been cooperative.”

“His chest vibrated as he laughed deeply.  “Pigs might sprout wings and fly up Armando’s butt, too, but I doubt it.  Besides, I think you secretly enjoy it when I finally give into my inner brute and take away your options.”

“Hmmmm, barbarian does suit you on rare occasion, Delancy, but I wouldn’t make a habit of testing out your theory,” she advised, reaching out one hand to surround his thick phallus, stroking it from tip to root and pulling a low groan from his lips as his head fell back on his shoulders and his eyes drifted closed. “Believe it or not, I’ve missed you, too, honey,” she confided huskily as her pussy tingled and her nipples pebbled in excitement.  She wasn’t lying; while she wasn’t at Devil’s level of desperation, she’d missed sharing her body with him, too.

Opening his eyes, Devil bent his head to stare down at his wife, love shining in his expressive eyes.  “Maybe we ought to finish taking off your clothes so that I can adequately express to you just how much that feeling is returned,” he suggested, toying with the hem of her narrow pencil skirt with one hand as he found the button at the seam on her waist.

“That doesn’t sound like a half bad idea,” Molly agreed as she continued sliding her hand up and down Devil’s slick length.  She caught her breath when Devil braced one knee against the mattress and bent to seize her mouth for a deep, possessive kiss while his hands worked the button and zipper on the side of her skirt.  Squirming on the bed as he slid the material down her legs and tossed it carelessly aside, she moaned as his hand came back to rest heavily on her still-covered mound.

“I’m glad you approve,” Devil murmured huskily, covering her mouth again as he hooked his fingers into the scrap of lace that constituted her panties and pulled them slowly down her long legs.  Tossing the thong over his shoulder, he reached for the clasp on Molly’s bra without lifting his head.  Instead, he deepened their kiss, swirling his tongue around hers in an intimate game of hide and seek.  “I love you, Molly,” Devil whispered as he pulled back long enough to slide the snowy white bra down her arms and hungrily eye his wife’s heavy breasts.

Moaning as Devil palmed one warm globe and lifted it to his mouth, Molly watched him envelope her nipple, twirling his tongue around the hardened peak and watching as it drew even tighter.  “God!” she gasped as he delivered the same treatment to the opposite breast, “I love it when you do that.”

“Tits like these deserve to be worshiped, darlin’.  And believe me, I could kneel at this altar all night, but you’ve got so many more curves that I want to explore,” Devil rumbled in his velvety voice as he rained kisses over the upper curves of her breasts.

Molly felt like she was being both bathed in pleasure and showered by bliss as Devil traveled the hills and valleys of her body, exploring every inch of flesh with his damp lips.  He paused every once in a while to lavish attention on certain locales, but mostly his mouth remained on the move, content to map her body with gentle touches of his lips.  It was slow and sensual, and everything a woman could ask for in a lover.

Her legs moved restlessly against his as he reached the curve of her belly and hunger unlike anything she’d experienced before began to claw at her as Devil’s soft lips lingered over her belly button, his devilish tongue flicking that ticklish spot playfully.    Writhing underneath her husband’s marauding lips, Molly giggled as her fingers speared Devil’s hair.  “Stop that!” she gasped, twisting underneath him as their legs tangled together. 

“Tell me I’m a sex god, then,” Devil demanded, flicking her belly button again and pulling a high pitched squeal from his wife.

“Are you crazy?  I will not!” Molly laughed, attempting to turn away from him onto her belly.

Holding Molly flat on her back with one splayed palm against her torso, Devil grinned against her skin.  “Say it,” he demanded, moving his mouth lower, his breath teasing against her sensitive folds. “Say it or you earn a punishment,” he warned teasingly, lifting his head long enough to give his wife a roguish grin. 

Molly’s eyes lit up at his not-so-scary threat.  Licking her lips slowly as her body undulated beneath his, she shook her head.  “No,” she clipped tartly, privately knowing that his ‘punishment’ would deliver nothing but the most sinful pleasure.

“No, huh?” Devil drawled, one eyebrow arching as he considered his wife beneath him.  “Is my Molly feeling sassy tonight?” he asked, popping his open palm against her neatly trimmed pussy.  Hearing her low moan, Devil grinned again.  “Tell me, baby, am I going to need to fuck that sass right out of you?”

Molly offered her husband a sexy smile and cocked her head on the pillow as she stared up at him and said the three words guaranteed to drive him wild.  “If you can.”

Devil’s eyes narrowed and his face flushed.  “You doubt I can?” he questioned, his voice one step above a whisper as his cock flexed between them. 

“Well, it’s been a long time and you aren’t getting any younger, honey,” Molly returned with a saucy smile, silently knowing that her little goad would only make their lovemaking hotter.  “Now, me?  I could go all night. But you….”

“Your mouth’s gonna write a check your body can’t cash, darlin’,” Devil warned in a serious voice even though his eyes were bright and excited.

“Honey, I stand by every word I’m sayin’,” she returned.  “I think you’re the one that might have over anticipated what he was capable of doing,” Molly continued to provoke as a shiver of anticipation slid down her spine.

“Woman, I hope you don’t mind walking down the aisle at Mannie’s wedding bow-legged,” Devil growled, rocking his hips against her pelvis, showing her just how aroused he was.  “This cock is gonna tear that sweet little pussy of yours up,” he promised, nipping her chin.

“You gonna do something other than talk, darlin’?” Molly pushed, her breathing accelerating as she watched those gorgeous eyes of his darken with intent.

Snarling, Devil backed up until he knelt between Molly’s spread legs and stared down at her damp core.  Already, her barely-there curls looked darker, wetter, and sexy as fuck.  Lifting his eyes to hers, he ground out, “Our safe word for the night is ‘giraffe’.  Use it if you need it, baby.”  Then, he dove, face first, into her pussy.