It was amazing how easy it was, how Will could give Molly everything he had, focus on her with every fiber of his being, and as soon as he tipped her into orgasm, she pulled him with her immediately. He knew it had to do with the way they connected, how their energy twisted and flowed between them, but Will had never felt so good during sex in his life. Again he felt washed away by the tide of feelings, sensations coiling inside him so intensely that he could feel them in every nerve ending in his body. Even as overwhelming as it was, he could feel Molly's climax so vividly it was like it was a part of his own, the way her body shuddered and clenched, drawing his orgasm out as well, filling her with burst after burst of his come.

He was still chanting her name softly as he came back to himself, his head bowed, forehead tucked against her naked, dewy shoulder. He turned his face, pressing a warm, lingering kiss to the side of her throat.

"Molly," he breathed, trailing kisses up her neck and along her jaw. "That was..." he tried, then he shook his head, all the words coming to mind feeling immensely insufficient. "I can't wait to do it again," he said instead, laughing breathlessly. "It's never been that good for me before. Not even close." He swallowed, and he moved fractionally, just enough to feel the warm, sticky flood of his spunk inside her. He had a dizzying thought of licking her clean and he shivered, feeling suddenly lightheaded.

"How did it feel for you?" he asked, knowing the answer but wanting her to be able to tell him, to say anything she needed to say.