Will was so focused on touching Molly, on feeling her, that he didn't notice that she'd been to work at the buttons on his shirt until she'd gotten it completely open, baring his chest to the cool air of the room. But Molly was close, the heat of her warming him immediately, even before her body moved into contact with his, the warmth between her legs like a brand against him, making him moan.
He shook as he moved to comply with her entreaty, his hands skimming up the back of her shirt, searching for the closure. He found the minuscule tab of the zipper and mentally cursed women's clothing as he struggled to draw it down, everything so infinitesimal and delicate. This shirt was pretty and it looked so good on her, but part of Will's brain imagined tearing it to pieces, needing it gone. He had to calm his shaking hands as he moved to strip it off her, pulling it carefully over her head, but once he had it off her he cast it unceremoniously to the floor, admiring the way Molly's hair had fallen back down around her shoulders, a lock of it following the curve of a breast as it fell between them.
He exhaled hotly and reached for it, drawing his fingertips across the flat plain of her chest to move it away, watching as the strands brushed the exposed swell of her bosom. The soft, pale skin enticed him to touch with his fingers, his palm fitting over the swell, cupping and squeezing, groaning at the feeling of her nipple against the center of his hand, rock hard with arousal.
He swore under his breath, his eyes moving to Molly's face, meeting her eyes as he forced himself to breathe. He had planned to remove her pants next, but instead he reached behind her with both hands, finding the clasp of her bra and pulling it open with only a little fumbling, his fingertips skimming her shoulder blades as he followed the straps back to the front, then, very slowly, pushed them over the caps of her shoulders, gravity pulling the undergarment down her arms and exposing her breasts to his eyes for the first time. He swallowed hard as he stared at her, dark nipples drawn up tight, the flesh pale and beautiful and perfect. It made him ache, made him want to get his mouth on her, kissing her, biting carefully, sucking, tasting, and he made a broken sound, like an aborted gasp, his eyes raising to her face again, completely shaken with lust.
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Date: 2015-12-25 09:28 pm (UTC)He shook as he moved to comply with her entreaty, his hands skimming up the back of her shirt, searching for the closure. He found the minuscule tab of the zipper and mentally cursed women's clothing as he struggled to draw it down, everything so infinitesimal and delicate. This shirt was pretty and it looked so good on her, but part of Will's brain imagined tearing it to pieces, needing it gone. He had to calm his shaking hands as he moved to strip it off her, pulling it carefully over her head, but once he had it off her he cast it unceremoniously to the floor, admiring the way Molly's hair had fallen back down around her shoulders, a lock of it following the curve of a breast as it fell between them.
He exhaled hotly and reached for it, drawing his fingertips across the flat plain of her chest to move it away, watching as the strands brushed the exposed swell of her bosom. The soft, pale skin enticed him to touch with his fingers, his palm fitting over the swell, cupping and squeezing, groaning at the feeling of her nipple against the center of his hand, rock hard with arousal.
He swore under his breath, his eyes moving to Molly's face, meeting her eyes as he forced himself to breathe. He had planned to remove her pants next, but instead he reached behind her with both hands, finding the clasp of her bra and pulling it open with only a little fumbling, his fingertips skimming her shoulder blades as he followed the straps back to the front, then, very slowly, pushed them over the caps of her shoulders, gravity pulling the undergarment down her arms and exposing her breasts to his eyes for the first time. He swallowed hard as he stared at her, dark nipples drawn up tight, the flesh pale and beautiful and perfect. It made him ache, made him want to get his mouth on her, kissing her, biting carefully, sucking, tasting, and he made a broken sound, like an aborted gasp, his eyes raising to her face again, completely shaken with lust.