Will sighed at the sensation when Molly moved and he slipped out of her, the air cool on his damp, flaccid cock. He missed her warmth immediately, but he couldn't help the fond smile that curved his lips at Molly's sweet embarrassment. He ran soft fingertips along the line of her forearm, taking her wrist gently in hand and moving her arm away from her eyes.

"Sex isn't graceful," he told her, his voice warm and low, heralding promises of more later. He held her hand near his lips so he could press a kiss to her knuckles before he moves her arm to rest softly above her head on the pillow. He followed the line of it back down with the backs of his fingers, careful not too tickle her too much when he passed her armpit. But he didn't stop there, shifting enough that he could trace a line along the outer curve of her breast, and then down along her side. When he reached her hip, he strayed inward along the crease of her thigh, moving a little more to allow his fingers to slide between her legs, feeling the slickness of his come where it was leaking out between her folds.

"Is it okay if I feel you here?" he asked her softly, raising his eyes to her face. "I want to feel my come inside you."