Molly was clinging to him, her hands gripping his arms and her face pressed against his shoulder, her entire body trembling so hard he worried she might crumple under the intensity of it. If all Will had to go on was the tone of her voice, he might have worried that it was too much, but he could feel what she felt, that she didn't need or want him to stop, she needed and wanted him, but was overwhelmed, by things she'd never felt before, but a desire so strong she didn't know how to contain it.

What Will could tell is that there was no way they could continue this here with her standing, not if he wanted her to be able to let go and stop concentrating on anything but feeling. He slipped a hand up into the small of her back to steady her, his other hand flattening over her pubic mound before it retreated, a promise for more. Then he guided her to the bed, urging her to sit on the edge of the mattress, and he dropped to one knee, working her panties down her legs and the off, leaving her completely naked. He looked up at her from there, following as many lines of her body as he could, reminding himself that he had time with her, that he didn't have to try to see her all at once. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to one of her kneecaps, then the other, rising from the floor and then sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.

He placed a palm in the center of her back and leaned in toward her, kissing the corner of her jaw, the side of her neck, and reaching between her legs again, sliding his middle finger along the wet slit of her, carefully sinking it between the warm, damp folds there, and then up again to her clit, rubbing it gently, slowly, learning how to touch her.