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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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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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"I'll stay," he said, as if there had ever been a chance he wouldn't. When he moved away from her to tug the bedclothes down on his side of the bed, he did it carefully, not wanting her to think he was sending mixed signals. As he did so, she sat, and they maneuvered themselves until they were under the blankets. Will stayed close to the middle of the mattress, opening his arm for Molly to lay against him, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close once she did, tucking the covers up around her.
It was nice, warm and comfortable, and Will felt sated and content. Their breathing had slowed and had synchronized, their chests rising and pressing with each inhalation, their heartbeats running in time. "Goodnight, Molly," he said softly, pressing a kiss to the crown of her head, inhaling the smell of her, committing every detail to memory.
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It didn't take long for them to drift into a gentle rhythm together, quiet movements as they got drowsy, Molly sighing out a breath as he kissed her hair. "Goodnight, Will." She murmured, pressing a kiss of her own over the mark she'd left on his shoulder.