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“You, my darling, are wasting time when we could be devouring each other.” Rufus gently turned her to face him. “Are you nervous?”

“Of course I’m nervous!”

“You shouldn’t be. I would never hurt you. Never,” he repeated before lowering his head and claiming her slightly parted lips with his own.

It was what Molly had been waiting for, hungering for, and she reached up to grasp hold of his shoulders as he pulled her closer still and devoured and claimed her lips and mouth.

As they continued to kiss, she could feel the heat of his cock against her. That hard flesh pressed, grinding against the nubbin between her thighs. Causing her to gasp, which in turn allowed Rufus’s tongue to plunge deeper still and in the same rhythm as his hips rolled in circles against her swollen and aching clit.

Molly was so lost to that pleasure, she was barely aware of his fingers unfastening her jeans before pushing them down. One of his hands slid into the back of her panties to take a firm grasp of one of her bottom cheeks, holding her in place as his other hand moved smoothly inside the front of her panties.

She gasped, drawing air into her suddenly starving lungs, as those long fingers pressed against and stroked her slippery clit. She was so aroused, so mindlessly focused on the pleasure of being touched so intimately that it took only one stroke, then two, before she toppled shamelessly over the edge of that pleasure.

She came hard.

So hard that for several long minutes, she was completely lost to that heady pleasure coursing through her body and the kaleidoscope of colors bursting inside her head.

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“All okay?” Rufus finally murmured to the collapsed and heavily breathing woman he held in his arms. Molly still shook in the aftermath of her climax.

He had no idea how long he had kissed and touched Molly or enjoyed watching the expressions of arousal and then pleasure flitting across her face.

Long enough that the bathroom had filled with steam, he realized self-derisively.

Long enough that the thick length of his cock jutted heavy and throbbing, aching to be released and taken into the softness and heat of Molly’s mouth.

He needed to be patient, he told himself. Molly was a virgin, and skittish as a mare when presented to a stallion. Too fast, too demanding, and she would shy away and possibly never return.

He kissed along the length of her neck, pausing to lightly bite the lobe of her ear. “That was one,” he murmured softly.

Molly raised her head to look at him. “One what?”

“Orgasm.”

Her cheeks colored a fiery red. “Please tell me you aren’t going to count each of them?”

He grinned. “I’m not sure I can count as high as I intend going.”

“Modesty is not your middle name,” she teased as she pulled out of his arms.

“No, my middle name is Thomas, after my father. We have a tradition in my family of using the name of our father as our middle name. My father’s name was Thomas Edward, for my grandfather,” Rufus kept talking over the embarrassment he could see in Molly’s face as she self-consciously pushed her jeans and panties down her slender legs before stepping out of them.

Her throat moved as she swallowed. “Your son, if you have one, will have Rufus as his middle name.”

“If I ever have one, yes.” He had never even considered the idea of having more children.

Until recently, he realized.

Until he met Molly and could so easily imagine having a son or daughter with her raven black hair and those beautiful sky-blue eyes.

Would it be difficult for him to have another child?

Yes.

Would he live in fear every minute that they, and their mother, might be taken away from him?

Yes.

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