The sound of wet skin hitting wet skin echoed.
"Again," Judas encouraged, his hands gripping her hips to guide her.
Nyx began to move. Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence.
Up. Down. Up. Down.
The water splashed rhythmically.
Summer watched, her eyes dark with lust. She didn't touch Nyx—she knew better than to interrupt the dragon's first flight—but she couldn't keep her hands off her husband.
Summer leaned over from the side. Her hands roamed over Judas's chest, her fingers tweaking his nipples while he was buried inside Nyx.
She kissed his neck, biting down lightly.
"Does she feel good, Husband?" Summer whispered in his ear, her voice husky. "Is the lizard tight?"
"She's... tight," Judas groaned, his hips snapping up to meet Nyx's descent. "So fucking hot."
Nyx heard him. Her ears twitched.
A surge of pride filled her. So what if her breasts were smaller...
Nyx paused that thought. Why was she still thinking about that?
