Will knelt up as Molly sat, meeting her mouth in a warm, messy, wet kiss. Her tongue plundered his mouth, tasting herself on him, the last traces of his come there as well, and she sighed in stated pleasure. He kissed her back, passionately but not greedily, matching her intensity and her pace. He wrapped an arm around her waist and leaned toward the bed, bracing his free hand and lowering Molly back to the mattress, coming down half on top of her as he did, legs tangled.

Slowly, Will eased their kisses to be more languid, lingering and much shallower but still heated. At last he slipped back, just a few inches, bumping his nose against hers in a bit of a nuzzle.

"That was really, really nice," he told her, his voice low and husky, tinted with a bit of a laugh at how much of an understatement he was making. "I love making you come already," he said, brushing her hair back from her face, a motion that was already becoming a habit.