Will could hear the loud harshness of his own breathing as he watched Molly take off her pants, but there was nothing he could do to calm himself, his desire for her too vivid, too desperate. He couldn't keep his eyes from moving over her, the vast inches of naked skin, the way the heaving of her own breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall, the flat plain of her belly, the lace edge of her panties, clinging around her beautiful thighs. He ached to touch her everywhere, to put his hands on every part of her, to slip his fingers beneath her underwear and touch her, feel her, sink inside her. He groaned at just the thought of it, his eyes fluttering momentarily closed under the heady wave of arousal the image brought.

"Yes," he breathed in answer to her question, her fingers breaching the barrier between them and their sex organs, the first almost touch. His cock ached and his vision swam, making him blink hard to focus. As she finished with the buckle of his belt, he slid one hand into the hollow of her back, his fingers pushing her panties down an inch, feeling the jut of her tailbone and then the start of the cleft of her ass, his middle finger brushing the skin there, just a careful touch before his hand followed her spine back up.