Will fell into Molly's kiss, lifting his free hand to cup the back of her head and hold it steady as he continued to work his fingers against her. She was hot and slick, and he was able to dip his fingers into the center of her shallowly to renew the lubrication as he circled and rubbed and flicked his fingertip against her. The rhythm and pressure weren't constant by design, because he wanted this to last, and because this was just the beginning of what he hoped he could do with her tonight.
It was easier to ignore his own desire before she started kissing him again, but now that Molly's tongue was twisting against his own, her lips rubbing his, her little moans echoing in his own throat, instinct was rising in him again, his rapid, steady heartbeat throbbing between his legs and making him ache. Every part of him wanted to push her back on the bed and get inside her, fill her up, race toward the end biology demanded of him. He wouldn't do it, not ever but certainly not this time, her first time, but he knew she could feel it, the primal urge inside him, fighting for dominance.
"Molly," he murmured, slipping out of her kiss to speak against her lips. "Lay down in the center of the bed," he implored, his fingers still moving in little loops around her clitoris. He wanted to continue this, touching her, but he wanted her to be able to relax, wanted to make it easier to kiss her, and he hoped she could sense that he wasn't going to rush or do anything without being absolutely sure she was ready.
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Date: 2015-12-26 05:36 pm (UTC)It was easier to ignore his own desire before she started kissing him again, but now that Molly's tongue was twisting against his own, her lips rubbing his, her little moans echoing in his own throat, instinct was rising in him again, his rapid, steady heartbeat throbbing between his legs and making him ache. Every part of him wanted to push her back on the bed and get inside her, fill her up, race toward the end biology demanded of him. He wouldn't do it, not ever but certainly not this time, her first time, but he knew she could feel it, the primal urge inside him, fighting for dominance.
"Molly," he murmured, slipping out of her kiss to speak against her lips. "Lay down in the center of the bed," he implored, his fingers still moving in little loops around her clitoris. He wanted to continue this, touching her, but he wanted her to be able to relax, wanted to make it easier to kiss her, and he hoped she could sense that he wasn't going to rush or do anything without being absolutely sure she was ready.