Water sloshed over the rim of the tub as Lucian pulled Molly onto his lap. He smoothed her hair away from her face, holding each side. “I’ve been waiting to do this all day.”
Before Molly could say anything, his lips were on hers. This was different from the other times they were together, more frantic, ravenous, like starving animals they went at each other. Tongues lashing, sucking, gasping for breath…
“Oh yeah,” he gritted as Molly lifted her leg and sank down on top of him, impaling herself on his throbbing, rigid erection.
“Fuck,” he gasped, holding her hips. “You feel amazing.”
Molly would have said the same to him but words eluded her as his mouth covered her nipple. She arched backward, a whimper escaping her lips as intense ripples of pleasure spasmed deep inside.
Lucian couldn’t stop touching her. His hands slid to the underside of her buttocks, delving deep, squeezing the sensitive flesh.
“Ohm,” Molly gasped from the spears of pleasure his fingers were eliciting.
“Damn!” he hissed. “I can’t wait.” His mouth closed over the hardened bud of her nipple, sucking the tender flesh harder as she clamped down against his length. He pivoted upward again, burying himself as deep as he could get and still it wasn’t enough.
Molly couldn’t catch her breath, she was high, riding on wave after wave of the most exquisite pleasure she had ever felt. “Lucian,” she cried out arching back as her orgasm tore through her body.
“Fuck yeah, baby!” That was all it took to finally push Lucian over the brink. Holding her down, he buried himself to full capacity, shuddering all over as his seed jetted deep inside. This time it was Molly’s name Lucian yelled—not Rebecca’s.