Will was kissing her hungrily and Molly could barely keep up. His hands were everywhere at once. His fingers found her easily, like they were made to know her, pushing through her slick in a quick move to rub over her clit, talented strokes that had her knees going weak immediately.

She tore her mouth away and buried her face in his shoulder, panting and gasping. She didn't want him to stop what he was doing, her body ached for him, needed his touch now like she'd never needed anyone's before. It was overwhelming and Molly didn't know how she should move, just letting her body take over while she tried to process everything she was feeling, from herself and from Will, the two of them so intertwined now that she could barely tell where she stopped and he started.

"Will..." She moaned, voice strained and a little cracked under the weight of all their combined want and need. "I...it's so much..."