"You're right here with me," Will said immediately, staying close to her as he shifted above her, just rolling his hips to press into her again and again, steady and deep. "Molly, I can feel you all around me," he whispered, his voice rough under the strain of immense pleasure. "Your body is so warm under me, and you feel so wet, god Molly. You're so wet for me."

He had to stop for a moment then, his breathing too heavy, the feeling of her overwhelming him. The pace of his thrusts increased and he moaned thickly, his face buried against the side of Molly's neck. "God, the way you smell," he panted, bringing his mouth up near her ear again. "How hot, how hot you are, everywhere," he mewled, and he was getting caught up in the tide of ecstasy, his pelvis rocking into her faster and harder, taking her more deeply.

"You inside my head, Molly," he moaned, his forehead pressing against hers, looking into her eyes. "You're under my skin. I want you, I want you, I never want to let you go," he sobbed, and he didn't want to look away from her, but he knew he had to, so he closed his eyes, just for a moment. "Molly, please," he begged softly as he met her gaze again. "Please, I need you. Stay with me, come with me. Please."