Will felt so relieved when Molly leant down to kiss him, needing the contact so badly, sighing into her mouth as he tasted her, felt the presence of her surge into his mind even more strongly. He moved his fingers away from her clit and cupped her face, his other hand still warm and firm against Molly's lower back. He moaned against her lips as she rocked down against him, taking him deeply, her wet, warm body clenching down around him with each roll of her hips.

"Fuck, Molly, you feel so good," he swore as he shook beneath her, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Do you want to feel me on top of you?" he asked, his hips still arching beneath her, pushing up as much as he could, his entire being desperate for her, for more, for this to never end. "Do you want me to take you like you said before?"