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But…

There had never been a “but” in those thoughts before. Before Molly.

Because the thought of Molly growing heavy and round with his child, of making love to her every day as her pregnancy and hormones demanded he could, filled him with euphoria rather than fear.

A dangerous combination of images and emotions he refused to linger on right now.

Especially when Molly had now removed all her clothing and he was able to feast his eyes on her slender perfection. Small, sloping upward breasts tipped with deep-rose-colored nipples. A slender waist curving out to shapely hips. There was a dark triangle of hair between her thighs, slightly damp from the release of her juices as she climaxed against his fingers.

Rufus held Molly’s gaze as he now lifted those fingers to his mouth, drawing in the heady scent of Molly’s release before opening his lips and sliding those fingers into the heat of his mouth. The taste of Molly’s release, salty and musky, exploded on his tongue.

* * *

Molly couldn’t look away, felt mesmerized, as Rufus licked her juices from his fingers, heat building inside her as her arousal began to rise for a second time.

It took every effort of her will to finally drag her gaze away. “Shouldn’t you be undressing too?”

Rufus didn’t answer her as he instead unbuttoned and removed his shirt. Revealing a tanned and muscled chest, with a light smattering of dark hair across his pecs, narrowing down over his abdomen before disappearing beneath the waistband of his trousers. Which he unfastened next and allowed to drop to the floor before stepping out of them.

Molly’s breath caught in her throat, her gaze fixed on the way his black boxers clung to every lithe line of his hips, the bulge of his arousal on full display beneath the thin cotton.

She stopped breathing altogether when he pushed that material down, allowing the nine inches, at least, of his heavily veined cock to jut free.

He stepped forward until their naked bodies were almost but not quite touching, one of his hands lifting to cradle the side of her face. “There’s no pressure to do anything. None. Do you understand?”

She swallowed. “But what if I can’t?—”

“I think we’ve already established that you can,” he teased gently.

She huffed. “I didn’t mean that.”

“I know you didn’t.” He chuckled. “But there’s a lot for us to discover before A goes into slot B.”

Molly burst out laughing, as she was probably supposed to.

But Rufus’s teasing had certainly eased a lot of the awkwardness she’d been feeling.

So much so that she was able to enjoy the two of them washing each other beneath the hot spray of the shower, learning each other’s bodies and what gave them both pleasure.

* * *

Rufus’s cock was hard and aching by the time he’d washed each of Molly’s breasts and down the slope of her abdomen. Instead of continuing downward, he dropped to his knees to gently part Molly’s legs so that he could move in between them.

She drew in a hissing breath when, with a growl of satisfaction, he lowered his head to take another taste of her renewed wetness, made all the sweeter because it was from her glistening pussy lips.

He held those pussy lips apart as he lapped and licked with his tongue, drinking down that heady sweetness, feeling the tremors taking over Molly’s body and feeling how stiff and sensitive her clit had become.

He was loath to enter her channel with anything more than the tip of his fingers, stretching that tightness, but leaving her virginity intact until they both felt comfortable with him taking that gift from her as well.

His tongue continued to circle and press fully against the throb of her clit, feeling Molly’s pleasure rise, and then rise again, before her body exploded into a climax more violent than the first one.

Rufus had every intention of ensuring she experienced many more of them before morning.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Molly woke slowly, taking several minutes to gather her thoughts before turning to look at the bed beside her. Which was when she discovered that the warm weight on the duvet beside her was Angus and not Rufus.

Well, of course it wasn’t Rufus.

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