Will knew what Molly wanted before she put her hand over his to still his touching her, could sense what she was feeling, what she wanted, so he didn't worry when she stopped him, only left his hand in place as she moved to lay on her side to face him. Their eyes met for a moment and then she was kissing him, her mouth hot and wet against his own as she wrapped careful fingers around the girth of him and stroked. He moaned into her mouth at the feeling of it, his hips moving to push himself into the circle of her hand, his own spurred back into motion.
Coordination was always difficult in a situation like this, both of them restricted to the use of one hand as their other arm was pinned beneath them, both giving pleasure at the same time they received it. Normally Will would have had trouble concentrating on touching Molly, distracted by her hand on him, but the way their feelings flowed between them, he found the way he touched her only fed back into the way he felt, and it was so much like being inside her, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with how she touched his cock. Their kisses were passionate and sloppy, and Will tasted Molly's pleasure as he breathed his own into her, his middle finger pumping, thumb rubbing in as consistent of circles as he could manage. At the same time he found himself thrusting into her hand, moving in exact opposition to the downward passes of her loose fist, and as much as he wasn't ready for this to end, wanting more, wanting it to go on forever, he felt his own climax building, mirrored by the same sensation he could feel radiating from Molly, her body clenching around him, bucking into him.
"Molly," he groaned lowly, a heated whisper, his mouth against hers, lips brushing. He didn't have to warn her what was coming, knowing she could feel it already, that she knew. "Oh my god, Molly," he gasped, feeling his body begin to shake. He opened his eyes, wanting to see her face, needing to see her eyes, and he could feel their pulses racing higher, could feel Molly's rapid breaths against his face as they rushed toward their end together.
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Date: 2015-12-27 01:09 am (UTC)Coordination was always difficult in a situation like this, both of them restricted to the use of one hand as their other arm was pinned beneath them, both giving pleasure at the same time they received it. Normally Will would have had trouble concentrating on touching Molly, distracted by her hand on him, but the way their feelings flowed between them, he found the way he touched her only fed back into the way he felt, and it was so much like being inside her, his fingers moving in perfect rhythm with how she touched his cock. Their kisses were passionate and sloppy, and Will tasted Molly's pleasure as he breathed his own into her, his middle finger pumping, thumb rubbing in as consistent of circles as he could manage. At the same time he found himself thrusting into her hand, moving in exact opposition to the downward passes of her loose fist, and as much as he wasn't ready for this to end, wanting more, wanting it to go on forever, he felt his own climax building, mirrored by the same sensation he could feel radiating from Molly, her body clenching around him, bucking into him.
"Molly," he groaned lowly, a heated whisper, his mouth against hers, lips brushing. He didn't have to warn her what was coming, knowing she could feel it already, that she knew. "Oh my god, Molly," he gasped, feeling his body begin to shake. He opened his eyes, wanting to see her face, needing to see her eyes, and he could feel their pulses racing higher, could feel Molly's rapid breaths against his face as they rushed toward their end together.