Molly wasn't sure she'd ever heard such amazing noises as the ones Will was making. They cut through her, straight to her core and she had to close her eyes to fight down the urge to just tear his shirt open, settling for unbuttoning it instead. Her hands were shaking and he didn't help when slid his down the side of her chest, palms grazing her breasts.

She gasped when he got his hands on her skin under her shirt. It was a shock of sensation that made Molly roll her hips into him, the friction peaking her nipples. His frustration was like a sharp zigzag through his arousal and hers, aimed directly at her tight clothes and it made her hiss.

She pulled out of the kiss, her turn to moan in his ear.

"Take them off." She said, fingers tugging at his clothes, desperate for them to be skin on skin again. "I want you to undress me."