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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.

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When Molly first starts to answer him, he plans to ask her if his body lived up to her expectations, if touching him had been as satisfying as she'd hoped. But then she went on, talked about them touching themselves so the other could watch, and he could picture it easily, Molly sitting opposite him on the bed, reclined against the headboard with her legs pressed wide as her beautiful, long fingers worked between her thighs, rubbing and touching, shining with the wetness of her. He couldn't help the rough, shuddered exhale that came out of him, his body reacting to her words.

And then, when Will didn't think she could say anything that would turn him on more, she talked about touching herself, putting her fingers inside, thinking of him as she did it. "Oh Molly," he moaned, his eyes closing with the wave of desire that rolled over him. He swallowed and opened his eyes, looking at her hungrily. "I dreamed about you every night we were apart," he told her, his voice barely more than a heated whisper. "Two nights ago, I woke up from one of those dreams, and I was so hard," he went on, his eyes searching hers, moving every so often to look at her mouth instead. "I hardly had to touch myself after, there was so much of you in my mind."

He took another shuddering breath, his hand slipping out of her hair and onto the back of her neck. "I want to be inside you," he admitted, knowing she already knew but wanting to say it. "I want to feel you around me, I want to be a part of you," he continued, moving close enough to brush his mouth against hers, to breathe hotly into it. "It doesn't have to be tonight or even soon, but god, I want you so much."

"It does have to be soon." Molly said, chasing his mouth and kissing him, trying to keep it soft but she was too hungry for that. She dove into it and let it drift between them, the easy back and forth they had whenever they touched that she loved so much already. She pulled back to look at him, nuzzling her forehead against him eyes closed. "I know we should Soulgaze first. I want to do that. But I also want you to screw me through the bed. It has to be soon because I want you right now and resisting the urge to just slide into your lap and have you is really, really difficult."

Will groaned, unable to help himself, a wave of intense desire crashing through him, his heated blood rushing down between his legs. He pulled Molly to him hungrily, kissing her deeply, hand firm on the back of her head. There was a big part of him that desperately wanted Molly to just do what she threatened, to sit back and take him, to ride him until she needed more and then let him roll them over so he could give her exactly what she wanted. But this was Molly's first time, and Will wanted to be sure it happened exactly as she wanted it to.

"Molly," he moaned as he pulled himself out of their kiss. "I want it now, I want you now," he told her, his tone desperate, voice shaking. "If this is how you want it, don't resist. You already have me, anything you want, everything."

He moved his hands, anchoring them at her waist and pulling her completely on top of him, the rise of her mound fitted against his erection. "I want you," he told her again, voice husky. "I'm yours. Take anything you want, or tell me what you need me to do. I'll do anything, Molly. Anything."

Molly gasped, a desperate moan catching the end of it as she kissed him back hard, teeth knocking once before she turned her head for a better angle as he pulled her on top of him. Kissing him was always a turn on, but now she was on fire, wet and throbbing where he was pressed hard against her, legs tangled together. It would take nothing for her to sit back on his lap, slide down onto him slowly, feeling every inch of him as he filled her up. She was trying to think rationally but all she could picture was them moving together, hot and heavy breath in the quiet room as they took eachother apart.

It was so tempting and hearing him so desperate strained the final strings of her restraint. She lifted herself up on her hands over him, arching her back so that they stayed pressed together where his hands gripped her waist. “I want you so badly.” She whispered, ducking down to kiss him, long sucking kisses that made her lips tingle. It would be so easy do this and Will was the perfect partner for her to do it with. He’d never hurt her or push her into anything she didn’t want to do, but she was still inexperienced and though she knew the theory, the practice was bound to be overwhelming. “Just...go slowly, okay?” She asked, voice shaking with want and anticipation, kissing him again.

They’d already had the conversation about contraception and everything, so Molly didn’t have to think when she took a breath and split her thighs around his hips, tilting hers so his cock slid between her folds slowly. He was so much hotter than she expected and she gasped, hands finding his shoulders to ground herself as she shifted on top of him, adjusting and making quiet noises of desperation and pleasure as they fit together. Another breath and she met Will’s eyes, lip caught between her teeth as she pressed back, the tip of his cock sliding easily inside.

Will nodded when she asked him to go slowly, and while he'd originally not been sure that this was the right position for them to start in, he now thought it was perfect, allowing Molly to take exactly the time she needed to take him in the first time. He shook hard when Molly shifted back and straddled him, moving her body to put her warm, wet cunt directly against his cock, and he held his breath as the first tentative push caused the head of his dick to sink into her. She paused then, and Will was thankful that she did, the physical connection of the two of them coming together along with the way they were flowing in and through each other's minds so intense that it made Will's heart skip several beats. He took a long, deep breath, his palms skimming up onto her sides, and then back down to the flare of her hips, soothing her and himself in the process.

There was a part of Will that was anxious for more, to feel her completely encompassing him, but that was the biological drive. The rest of him loved how slowly this was progressing, how this was going to last, their first orgasms already out of the way. He let his hands roam as he waited for her to move again, sliding both palms over her breasts softly, feeling the wait of them, the hardness of her nipples. "You are so beautiful," he told her, her skin flushed, hair tousled around her face, expression caught between concentration and pleasure. He felt warmth chasing through him, desire and excitement, but other things that were more emotional, and he knew at that instant he was falling, really losing himself to someone else for the first time in his life. It was terrifying and exhilarating and he trembled at the realization, and how truly happy the thought made him. He wished he could kiss her, and he made plans to do so as soon as she was fully seated and he could bring her close to him again, needing to be completely lost in her.

She hadn't realised sex was going to be this intense. Molly had always thought it would be playful and hot and maybe a little uncomfortable at first. But now here she was and it was so much more, so overwhelming that she stilled, unsure if she could move under the weight of everything she was feeling.

Will must have sensed it because his hands were gentle, soothing her and at the same time worshipping and encouraging her. It was everything she needed to relax mentally and let her body relax in turn. She started to move again, achingly slowly as she took him completely inside her, gasps of pleasure escaping her until she was seated in his lap, full and complete, connected to him in a way that stole her breath. Slowly, experimentally, she rocked her hips forward, a long curve of sensation as she felt his hard cock sliding inside her.

"Will..." She breathed and then shifted back on a moan, trying to find a rhythm, looking down at him spread out underneath her. He looked amazing, strong and steady hands on her and her hands on him in turn, running over his chest and stomach, fingers drifting to where they were joined, brushing the sensitive skin there and then looking back up at him. She let her hands move up his body again and down his arms, pressing his hands against her and letting herself fall into the movements.

It was almost overwhelming when Molly started to move, enveloped by her tight, hot body, the feeling of her permeating Will entirely. At first he let Molly set the pace, rocking against him, taking him deeper each time she pressed back down. It felt incredible, the clutch of her, the heat and wetness, the sound of her voice, shaking with pleasure and need. Will watched her face as she rode him, the way desire flashed in her lust darkened eyes, skin flushed, mouth parted as she panted and gasped. He moaned with each thrust of her body around him, his own need building inside him like a steadily growing fire.

After a few minutes of laying back and letting Molly take him, she moved his hands to touch her and Will understood what she wanted, his fingers stroking her, finding her clitoris again and rubbing her. He did what he could to move beneath her, pushing his pelvis upward to meet the downward shifts of her body, bringing them together more solidly.

"Molly," he groaned, his free hand moving into the small of her back, holding her as they moved together. He was glad she was on him, was setting the pace, because he was so aroused by her, wanted her so badly that he wasn't sure he would be able to control himself if he were on top of her. She'd said she wanted him to take her, to screw her through the bed and he wanted it too, but not this not, not before she was ready for it. Beneath her he could watch her move, could see her breasts bouncing and the muscles in her stomach and legs bunching with the effort of fucking herself down on him, could tip his head and watch his cock disappear into her slick, hot pussy.

It was almost too much, seeing all those things, hearing the sounds of their harsh breathing mingling, the squeaking of the mattress, feeling Molly's pleasure inside him, echoing in his head alongside his own. He moaned hotly, his fingers still moving in tight circles against her clit, and made himself breathe deeply, trying to hold off his orgasm as it bubbled insistently just beneath the surface of him. "Oh god, Molly, you feel so good," he whimpered, his body shaking, so close to coming apart.

The noises he was making were almost more than Molly could take. Will was groaning, pressing up into her as she ground down on him, bodies moving together for long deep strokes. When he moved his hands down her stomach, Molly followed them, only to moan loudly when he started to tease her, watching his fingers sink into her folds, feeling the way he was winding up with her.

Molly whined a little, wanting it to last even as she was desperate to feel them both come together. His hand on back was a grounding pressure but it wasn't enough and she leaned forward carefully, needing to kiss him. She pressed herself as close as she could, still moving over him, gasping against his mouth at the change in angle. She sank into the kiss, letting it pull her in and sweep her away, dimming the urgency she was feeling enough to smile at him when she pulled back.

"You feel amazing..." She murmured, kissing him again, hot drags of her mouth over his, running her hand down his side and over his hip to feel them flex as he pushed up into her. She loved how desperate they both were for this. "God..." She cursed, feeling the strength there, pressing down hard against it, trying to match it, laughing when he only pushed her up further, into her deeper until all she could feel was him.

Will felt so relieved when Molly leant down to kiss him, needing the contact so badly, sighing into her mouth as he tasted her, felt the presence of her surge into his mind even more strongly. He moved his fingers away from her clit and cupped her face, his other hand still warm and firm against Molly's lower back. He moaned against her lips as she rocked down against him, taking him deeply, her wet, warm body clenching down around him with each roll of her hips.

"Fuck, Molly, you feel so good," he swore as he shook beneath her, his fingers brushing through her hair. "Do you want to feel me on top of you?" he asked, his hips still arching beneath her, pushing up as much as he could, his entire being desperate for her, for more, for this to never end. "Do you want me to take you like you said before?"

Molly dropped her head to his shoulder, biting there gently, breathing hard against the waves of feeling washing over her. She heard him swear and a breath stuck in her throat while her stomach flipped. Will didn't swear, not that she'd noticed anyway, so hearing him curse because he was so desperate was the most arousing thing she'd ever heard, flooding her with warmth and making her gasp out the breath she'd held.

"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."

Will threaded his fingers through Molly's hair, holding her against him as she sucked a bruise into his chest, and he wanted more, wanted everyone to know he belonged to her, wanted to be able to see her mark on him next time he saw himself in the mirror. He leaned up and kissed her hard, wet and forceful and desperate, only breaking away from her when he needed to in order to breathe. He sat up, just a bit, and slipped his hand into her lower back, holding her hard against him as he rolled them over, keeping himself inside her as they moved.

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."

The world span as he rolled them and Molly gasped, holding on to him as he settled them both. He shifted forward and it was a whole new set of sensations. His weight on her was grounding, real and heavy in a comforting way at the same time as being ridiculously hot. Will looked at her and she couldn't help parting her lips, tongue passing over them as he watched her for a second.

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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They moved together, Will thrusting into Molly gently at first, but taking her with increasing strength, watching her face and listening to her voice to make sure she was okay, to give her more when he could tell she wanted it. It felts so good, being with her this way, inside her with her legs wrapped around him, being able to see pleasure in her eyes and in the shape of her mouth. They were both breathing so hard, gasping and moaning as they came together, and Will dropped his head to kiss her mouth, her face, tucking his mouth near her ear so he could speak to her softly.

"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?"

She was trying to keep up, following his lead, kissing him every time he came close enough, gasping into his shoulder. It was so good, so perfect, the two of them moving together the way they were. He was reading her without even trying, knowing how to press into her, bombarding her with a flood of emotion and sensation.

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."

"You're right here with me," Will said immediately, staying close to her as he shifted above her, just rolling his hips to press into her again and again, steady and deep. "Molly, I can feel you all around me," he whispered, his voice rough under the strain of immense pleasure. "Your body is so warm under me, and you feel so wet, god Molly. You're so wet for me."

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."

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.

It was amazing how easy it was, how Will could give Molly everything he had, focus on her with every fiber of his being, and as soon as he tipped her into orgasm, she pulled him with her immediately. He knew it had to do with the way they connected, how their energy twisted and flowed between them, but Will had never felt so good during sex in his life. Again he felt washed away by the tide of feelings, sensations coiling inside him so intensely that he could feel them in every nerve ending in his body. Even as overwhelming as it was, he could feel Molly's climax so vividly it was like it was a part of his own, the way her body shuddered and clenched, drawing his orgasm out as well, filling her with burst after burst of his come.

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.

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."

Will laughed again, soft and throaty, moving one hand to push some of Molly's hair away from her sweat damp cheek. "You won't hear any complaints from me," he said, smiling down at her. He'd honestly be perfectly happy to stay here with her forever, never leave her bed. He knew that wasn't a realistic option, but he also knew that things were only going to get stronger between them from here. There was no going back, and Will couldn't be more glad.

"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.

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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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."

He was smiling at her when he moved her arm and she would have called him on it, but he was too busy kissing her fingers and talking to her in that soft voice that made her feel warm all over. She tipped her head up to follow the path his fingers took down her body, feeling like something precious with all the attention he was giving just that tiny move. She wanted to do the same, and she would, soon, but for now she was content to find out what being touched and explored by him felt like. She had to stop watching when he reached her hip, looking up at him instead so she could show him just how he was affecting her.

"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.

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?"

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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Will could feel the surge of possessiveness that rose in Molly when he told her he didn't want anyone else, the feeling so intense that it echoed inside Will's skull like he'd felt it himself. Of course there was a part of him that had, and a feedback loop started growing between them, strong enough that Will nearly growled, pulling his finger free of Molly's snatch and clutching at her thigh. It was a gentle touch, but there was a level of it that was predatory, desperate. The emotion flowed between them and Molly begged for Will to do as he desired, giving him permission but asking for it simultaneously.

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."