Will grinned at Molly, the expression heated, and he tucked he lower lip beneath his teeth as he rubbed the flat of his first two fingers along her slit, feeling the wetness there for a minute, turning his eyes down to see how it looked, glistening on his skin. "As long as we ruin each other," he told her as he looked up at her face again, "then we'll be fine." He slid his fingertips along the length of her labia from base to top, then slipped his index finger down and in through the heated folds of her, pressing inside.

She was so wet now, more than before, slick with his come, and Will's eyelashes fluttered as he felt it, a spike of intense arousal shooting through him. "I don't think we have anything to worry about," he told her, his voice husky when he opened his eyes to meet her gaze. "I never want to touch anyone else like this again," he continued, sucking a deep breath through his nose, smelling the mingled scents of them from the air in the room, from inside her.

He swallowed hard and took a breath, fucking his finger in her slowly, listening to the sound it made as it slid through the wetness, moaning softly. "I want to taste you," he told her, and it was way too soon for him to get hard again, but he felt heat in his face, down the sides of his neck. He didn't really ask this time, just pushed back to his knees, his finger still inside her, then shifted so his head was level with her cunt. "Molly," he said, his mouth close enough that she would be able to feel his breath on her. "Can I taste you?"