Will groaned, unable to help himself, a wave of intense desire crashing through him, his heated blood rushing down between his legs. He pulled Molly to him hungrily, kissing her deeply, hand firm on the back of her head. There was a big part of him that desperately wanted Molly to just do what she threatened, to sit back and take him, to ride him until she needed more and then let him roll them over so he could give her exactly what she wanted. But this was Molly's first time, and Will wanted to be sure it happened exactly as she wanted it to.

"Molly," he moaned as he pulled himself out of their kiss. "I want it now, I want you now," he told her, his tone desperate, voice shaking. "If this is how you want it, don't resist. You already have me, anything you want, everything."

He moved his hands, anchoring them at her waist and pulling her completely on top of him, the rise of her mound fitted against his erection. "I want you," he told her again, voice husky. "I'm yours. Take anything you want, or tell me what you need me to do. I'll do anything, Molly. Anything."