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Will wasn't sure if he'd ever felt this way before in his life. He'd felt attraction toward people before, obviously, and he'd had girlfriends, though nothing serious, but he hadn't ever been so interested in being around someone as he was about being with Molly.
When they'd made this date, three days ago, the time and space had felt appropriate. It gave them both ample opportunity to sort out their feelings, make sure that they hadn't just gotten caught up in the moment. Will was sure that wasn't the case, but it felt right, practical, to be sure.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Molly. Every waking moment of the last three days she'd been on his mind. He'd dreamed about her every night, and two nights ago he'd woken up in the middle of one of those dreams, so riled up by what had been in his head that all he'd had to do was press his palm over himself to finish the job. That hadn't happened to him in a very long time.
Two hours before he was meant to meet her, he'd showered, cleaned up his beard, gotten dressed. He tried to not feel anxious but he couldn't help it, pacing his apartment, checking his watch over and over. He knew it would only take ninety seconds to get to her place, and he waited as patiently as he could, finally giving up with five minutes to spare and taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
He stared at his watch on her doorstep, watching the second hand go around three times until it read exactly seven PM. Then he tugged down his jacket, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door.
When they'd made this date, three days ago, the time and space had felt appropriate. It gave them both ample opportunity to sort out their feelings, make sure that they hadn't just gotten caught up in the moment. Will was sure that wasn't the case, but it felt right, practical, to be sure.
He hadn't been able to stop thinking about Molly. Every waking moment of the last three days she'd been on his mind. He'd dreamed about her every night, and two nights ago he'd woken up in the middle of one of those dreams, so riled up by what had been in his head that all he'd had to do was press his palm over himself to finish the job. That hadn't happened to him in a very long time.
Two hours before he was meant to meet her, he'd showered, cleaned up his beard, gotten dressed. He tried to not feel anxious but he couldn't help it, pacing his apartment, checking his watch over and over. He knew it would only take ninety seconds to get to her place, and he waited as patiently as he could, finally giving up with five minutes to spare and taking the stairs instead of the elevator.
He stared at his watch on her doorstep, watching the second hand go around three times until it read exactly seven PM. Then he tugged down his jacket, took a deep breath, and knocked on her door.
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"Yes." She murmured in his ear, dragging her lips over his collarbone and sucking a mark there, suddenly filled with the urge to leave a piece of her on him. "Please, Will. I want it."
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With her beneath him, Will took a moment to look into Molly's eyes, to see how god damned beautiful she was and how much she wanted him, her chest heaving and her warm, wet body tight around him. He licked his lips, rolling his hips forward, seating himself just a little more deeply inside her. He leaned down and kissed her, slow and soft but full of passion.
"Molly," he sighed against her lips, drawing back just enough that he can see her eyes. "I want you more than I've ever wanted anything in my life," he told her, bracing his elbows on the bed and beginning to move again, slowly, deep rolls of his hips. "I don't know what I did to meet you, but god, Molly. I need you, I need you."
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Then he pressed into her, a solid weight inside her that made her lift her hips to meet him, lighting up all over when he drew his body up hers on a slow roll of his hips. He was staying close, kissing her warm and hard, murmuring against her lips as she watched his eyes, blown with lust and passion in the same way hers must be.
"I need you too." She murmured back, and that was all she was able to manage because he was moving again with intent, slow and perfect while she tried to match him, rolling her hips to press them tight together. The friction was perfect and she was chasing it over and over, shuddering out gasps and moans on every stroke, wishing it would never end.
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"Tell me what you need," he said gently, still fucking into her steadily, deeply. "Do you want it harder, Molly? Faster? Do you need me to touch you?" He groaned as he pushed in deeply, grinding his pelvis against her for a moment before doing it again. "Do you need to hear my voice? To hear me tell you how good you feel, how much I love being inside you?"
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She closed her eyes and gasped at the sound of his voice in her ear. It took all the focus she had left to answer.
"Feels like I'm flying apart. Talk to me. Please." She murmured, hands hooked under his arms, palms pressed to his shoulders, fingers digging in a little as she gasped on another deep drag of pleasure. "Keep me here."
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He had to stop for a moment then, his breathing too heavy, the feeling of her overwhelming him. The pace of his thrusts increased and he moaned thickly, his face buried against the side of Molly's neck. "God, the way you smell," he panted, bringing his mouth up near her ear again. "How hot, how hot you are, everywhere," he mewled, and he was getting caught up in the tide of ecstasy, his pelvis rocking into her faster and harder, taking her more deeply.
"You inside my head, Molly," he moaned, his forehead pressing against hers, looking into her eyes. "You're under my skin. I want you, I want you, I never want to let you go," he sobbed, and he didn't want to look away from her, but he knew he had to, so he closed his eyes, just for a moment. "Molly, please," he begged softly as he met her gaze again. "Please, I need you. Stay with me, come with me. Please."
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Everything he was saying was a wash of sound, flowing through her, over her, steadying her so that she could find her way back into herself. She moaned and let her body respond to his, arching up under him as they quickened the pace, hips rolling hard to find the friction, to chase it as he fucked her, his cock swelling in her as her muscles tightened around him.
It was bliss. She could feel it bouncing between them, rolling together to make a joint feeling that wound up through them both. Molly gasped and held his gaze, nodding when he told her he needed her, crying out when he started to drive into her harder, her orgasm pulling tight in her belly. He looked away for a second and it was all over when he looked back, begging her to come with him.
"Ah! Yes, yes Will!" Molly gasped and nodded, powerless to stop herself crashing over the sharp edge, wave after wave of pleasure flowing through her body, his joining hers at almost the same moment, pulsing hard and warm inside her.
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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.
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She wanted to stay here, drifting in the feeling of their shared pleasure. It took Molly what felt like forever to come back down, muscles slowly relaxing inch by inch, Wills gentle kisses, his soft, rough voice bringing her back to where they were joined, sweaty and sated in the best way. She smiled at his question and answered by turning her head to kiss him sweetly, pulling back fractionally so she could see him.
"I..." words were coming hard for her and she wanted to tell him everything she was feeling but she doubted she could do it justice. This was all so new to her, so much more profoundly intense than she'd imagined it. She was surprised she still had a voice left at all. "I've never felt anything like it." She said simply, hoping he knew that was a compliment, nuzzling in close, eyes shut so she could feel every inch of him pressed against her. Molly squeezed around him gently just to get one more shock of sensation, shuddering as he moved again, feeling so full of him she might burst. She wanted to say more eloquent words but she could only grin and kiss him again, murmuring against his lips. "We need to do this every day."
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"So, successful first date," he said, ticking things off in his head. "Successful first time in bed together. Two for two is pretty good, especially this early in the relationship," he went on, still smiling. He was sure he'd never smiled so much before in his life.
"What's next?" he asked, dropping his head to kiss her mouth gently.
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Molly laughed and kissed him back, wrapping her arms around his shoulders, breath evening out against his lips. He was smiling, more than she'd ever seen him smile and she wanted to see it there forever. Everything had been so intense during but now it was relaxed and easy, both of them happy and comfortable. She was intensely grateful for that.
"Next? You're the dating expert in this relationship, so I think I'm going to have to follow your lead on this." She said, and grinned. "When I can move my legs again." She let her thigh fall to the side dramatically and then flushed when it changed the tilt of her hips and his soft cock slipped free. She bit her lip, covering her eyes with her arm. "Okay so I'm not graceful. At all, apparently." She laughed and peeked out from under her arm to make sure he wasn't horrified at her.
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"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."
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"You're going to ruin me." Molly said, smiling and gasping as he trailed his fingers between her legs. "That's a yes, by the way." She said, leaning in to kiss him, lazy passes of her lips over his, sex-drugged and happy. "I want you to touch me." She wasn't even trying to pretend she wasn't completely into this. She felt completely safe in Will's hands and she wanted to try everything with him.
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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?"
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It was too soon for declarations of intent, but when Will said he never wanted to do this with anyone but her ever again, she felt the full weight of it hit her hard. She wanted that. She wanted him all to herself, no one else ever getting to see him the way she was seeing him now, no one else getting looked at the way he was looking at her. A flare of greed and possession scorched through her and she let it, enjoying it even, wondering if this is how everyone feels when they're falling for someone.
She closed her eyes when he pressed his fingers inside her, made a quiet noise of pleasure, licking her lips and letting her mouth fall open while he explored, only opening them when he started to move. Worry shot through her for a second, concern that she'd done something wrong, but then he was lowering his head between her open thighs, mouth so close she could feel his breath on her.
"Now? After we..." Molly swallowed as the idea of what he wanted sent a deep dark thrill through her. "God, Will... I'm... Yes. Yes you can. Put your mouth on me." She murmured, hands curling into fists in the sheets with the amount of need the idea sent through her.
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Holding her leg, cradling it, he dipped his head and opened his mouth, reaching out with his tongue to lick up the swollen, wet line of her in one broad pass. He moaned as he reached the top, savoring the flavor of her, Molly's juices and his spunk, warmer for being inside her. He'd tasted himself before, but never like this, never licked it out of a woman he'd just come inside. It tasted so good this way, mingled with her, the perfect taste of their sex, and Will dove back in, desperate for more, pushing in close to get his tongue farther inside. He shifted, looping his other arm beneath her opposite leg and lifting her hips a bit, tilting them so he could press his face against her more fully, lapping at her now, gentle and slow but wet and thorough, feeling every warm, throbbing inch of her beneath his tongue.
He'd been wanting to do this since Kagura, since he'd pinned Molly to the door and felt her cunt against him, smelled her arousal. He was careful to avoid her clit for now, sure she was still sensitive from her last orgasm, but otherwise he continued to lick and taste her, strings of wet, open mouthed kisses between her legs. By the time he pulled back to breathe his lips and nose and chin were covered in her slick, his own saliva, and he wondered belatedly if the scratchiness of his beard had irritated her. Exhaling a hot breath, he turned his eyes up to Molly's face, looking at her along the length of her beautiful naked body.
"God, I love how you taste," he told her, his voice low and shaking. "I love how you feel."
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She was still sensitive but she could feel the tight curl of pleasure pull the muscles in her belly and she suddenly wanted it. Sitting up a little, she watched as he ate her out, wanting to see what he was doing and let him drive her over the edge again. Or at least up to it. She didn't care, she just wanted him any way she could. She was breathing hard, gasping and arching under his attention, and when he looked up at her, the look he gave her from between her thighs was the most intense thing she'd ever seen.
"Stop...stop teasing me." She growled, boldly reaching down and threading her fingers through his hair, guiding him back towards her, thighs spreading further as she tilted her hips down to put her clit under his lips. "Please, Will. Please."
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She probably didn't need Will to draw this out, but he couldn't help taking occasional detours to lick broadly at her cunt, tasting her, feeling the rush of new wetness his ministrations brought. Will hadn't had all that many opportunities to do this in his life, but he really enjoyed it, having his face buried between a woman's legs. He loved the way it tasted, how it smelled, how he could give pleasure and have it be focused entirely on her.
He loved how Molly tasted in particular, her skin and her wetness having a flavor unlike anything Will had ever experienced before. He also loved how she held him, her fingers in his hair, tight and possessive, how she sounded when she moaned, sweet and sexy. After a few minutes he stopped torturing her, moving to concentrate his efforts entirely on her clit, sucking it to bring the blood even closer to the surface of her skin and then tonguing it quickly. He gripped her legs tightly, holding her against him, feeling the way her body bucked and writhed beneath his mouth, groaning at how arousing it was, how gorgeous she was, how much he already loved giving her pleasure. He was almost certain they'd never have any issues with their sex life; this was their first night together and already he knew he never wanted to stop fucking her.
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"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.
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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.
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The kiss wound down slowly and Molly grinned up at him, eyes still on his lips, a little giddy with everything that had happened.
"You're going to make me greedy." Molly said, nuzzling him back.
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"Are you tired?" he asked her, his gaze finding hers. "Do you want to sleep?"
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He pulled gently back out of the kiss. "I've been thinking about sleeping naked with you since we slept together at Kagura," he said, sliding his hand down to the back of her neck. "I wanted it then, I want it even more now."
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