"God..." Molly blasphemed. She had to stop watching him, she couldn't, notif she wanted to stay sane. She could hear her voice, groaning and gasping with every pass of his tongue over her swollen clit. It was so close to being too much, but Will seemed to know instinctively when to back off, to let her breathe for a second while still keeping her taught and humming like a bowstring. Molly wanted to ask him if he'd studied to get this good, but all that came out was a gasping laugh as his scruff caught her.

It didn't take long until she was rocking in time with the lapping of his tongue, the occasional hard jab sending spikes of pleasure through her making her tug on his hair, her other hand fisted in the sheets. She was murmuring his name over and over as he sucked and licked at her, the volume increasing, the word descending into moans as she crested the peak and then shuddered over it, movements stilling as every muscle went tight and the sharp shock of her orgasm ran through her.

She rode the ebbing pleasure out as long as she could, whining a little at the way it faded out, chasing it until it was too much to bear. Molly laughed, flushed and biting her lip as she loosened her grip on his hair, tugging him up and away so she could finally drop her knees and make her muscles relax. Will's mouth was pink, his lips swollen and shining with her slick and even now she had to close her eyes briefly at the weak wave of arousal. When she looked back at him, she met his eyes and tried to find words. Instead, she rolled up to sitting and reached for him, blushing crimson but desperate to kiss him, to taste them both on him, pouring as much affection, gratitude and contentment into it as she could.