Scorched(44)

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.