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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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Will frowned as Molly turned her eyes away from him, and he felt a coolness spreading from the places where she touched him, making him shiver. He rubbed her arm with his hand, not so much to warm it but more out of comfort, his fingers soft on her skin. He wondered, where she was from, if it was normal for wizards to marry each other, if for no other reason than that they would have comparable lifespans. There were thoughts in the back of Will's mind that he couldn't deny, the idea of being with Molly for years, long enough that she'd see him grow old while she remained young. He didn't generally have worries about how attractive or not he was because it didn't really matter, but he couldn't imagine someone as beautiful as Molly with an old man on her arm.

Of course that might be a pipe dream anyway. No one here knew how long they'd stay, and either of them could be returned to their reality (or snuffed out of existence - there was no way of knowing what happened to someone when the disappeared from Darrow) without warning. Not only that, but there was still the uncertain threat of having Hannibal here. Will knew he was a killer now, that he was more than happy to manipulate Will and mess with his brain directly, but he didn't know for sure than Hannibal wouldn't eventually kill him.

Will moved his hand to touch her chin, tilting her head up, hoping she'd look at him. "If my mortality doesn't bother you, Molly, your possible immortality doesn't bother me," he told her. After all, if somehow they both did manage to stay here and together for as long as it would take for Will's life to run out naturally, she'd be the one left behind. Being a wizard and knowing that she might live a very long time, it was probably something she was prepared to have to face at least.

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Molly looked at him when he lifted her chin and blew out a tiny relieved breath, warmth rushing over her skin in the wake of his hand moving up and down her arm and spreading out through the rest of her.

She'd never given it much thought because living alone made the idea of immortality easy. She could be there for every one of her family members, see them grow up, see them grow old, look after them through their lives. That she could live with. But falling for someone, loving them, living with them for their whole lives...that would be hard on both people in it. She could see why wizards so often lived alone. It was a hard thing to take, that if they did this thing - really did it - she would outlive him by such a huge margin.

But rationally, neither she nor Will knew what was going to happen to them here in this place. Thinking about the long term could wait. Molly would rather live in the here and now with him and Will seemed happy to do the same.

She smiled a little and nodded. "Okay then." She said and then let her head turn into his hand, kissing his palm for a moment before she looked back at him. "All this stuff is a little much for pillowtalk, huh?"

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Will could feel the way Molly cycled through her emotions the same way he had, the unease of taking stock in what their differing lifespans could mean for each of them, the consideration of weighing that against how good this felt now, being together, then the resolve of considering the future, unsure of how much of it either of them even had here. In the end, she arrived at the same conclusion that Will had, a warm relief of putting that out of her head flowing into him along with the returned warmth of her body.

He laughed softly at Molly words, wrapping both his arms around her so he could embrace her, dropping a kiss to the crown of her head. "Maybe a little," he conceded, relaxing his hold on her, but not letting her go by any means. "These are conversations we'll have to have eventually," he said, taking a breath. "But we can save them for later," he added, kissing her forehead again.

"You said what we did in Kagura was the farthest you'd ever gone physically with anyone," he said after a moment of silence. "And obviously this has gone farther," he went on, his fingers tracing aimless patterns on her arm. "Has it been okay for you so far?" he asked gently, mostly just wanting to check in, and also the idea of talking about this, about sex, felt like a good way to ease them out of the heaviness of their more recent topics.

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Will hugged her tightly and Molly laughed, squeezing him back in turn and making a contended noise at the kisses he laid on her. It wasn't that she didn't know they had to talk about these things, of course they did. She just wanted to enjoy this, enjoy eachother in the way new couples could. They might not be conventional inside their own minds or eachothers, but there was something simple about the physical that Molly wanted to just savour.

She grinned, blushing a little and pressing a kiss to his throat. "Yes. That was okay. I would like a lot more of that level of okay, please." She said in a teasing tone, shifting in his arms to lay more on top of him, wanting to kiss him properly and show him she was a hundred percent comfortable with him, with them, like this. "I don't know if what I did was right, but you didn't seem to mind much so I think that might have been okay too." She said and there's was a tiny hint of a question in it.

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Will laughed softly again at Molly's answer, easily able to read her contented, happy sarcasm. He reached up with both hands and twined her hair behind her ears, getting it out of her face enough that they could kiss unobstructed by it. He lifted his head so he could do it, catching her mouth in a gentle, lingering kiss, his hands still cupping the sides of her head.

"Men are easy," he told her, a smile in his voice. "Especially when they have a very beautiful woman naked in bed with them," he added, kissing her again. "I'm glad I was able to make you come," he admits, his voice dropping into something a little more seductive. "I haven't done that in a long time. It takes a lot more finesse than sex, and I'm pretty rusty."

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She kissed him back slowly, making quiet noises of happiness into his mouth. The way he touched her gently like that always made Molly feel warm inside. His hands on her face, making sure he could see her while he could and then kissing her to help her avoid pulling her eyes away. It was a consideration he'd given without her even knowing she wanted it and she loved it.

Molly smiled and ducked her head at the change in tone of his voice, feeling her body responding without any need for her input, a slow light shiver raising the hair on the back of her neck. "I couldn't tell. That you hadn't done it in a while, I mean. But I'm absolutely okay with you relearning that finesse."

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Will inhaled deeply, smelling Molly's scent, feeling the weight of her against his chest. Theirs was a connection unlike any he'd ever experienced, and sex with her was something incredible and new. He'd never felt this close to anyone on this many levels before, emotionally, intellectually, physically, and he knew it was too soon for either of them to be feeling anything truly deep and permanent, but the beginnings of that were already forming inside Will, the first embers burning.

He slid one of his hands into her hair at the nape of her neck, feeling the soft skin there, stimulating it where he knew it was sensitive. "There are a lot of things I've thought of doing with you," he told her, his voice still low. Other things were starting to wake up in him again, and he swallowed as he thought about how she'd felt when she'd come around his finger deep inside her, the sound of her voice when she'd called out for him, the way her face had looked.

"I'm very, very attracted to you, Molly," he told her, and he figured she'd tease him for saying it, but the truth was he didn't feel physically attracted to people very often, and even less so at the level he felt drawn to her. Every part of her turned him on, not just her beautiful body but her mind as well, who she was at her core. He had never wanted sex with someone the way he wanted it with her, so soon in their relationship, and now, even after they'd both come, he didn't feel remotely satiated.

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"I hope so." Molly murmured, closing her eyes and dropping her head forward a little as he ran his fingers over the back of her neck, shaky breath escaping her, smile on her lips as she kissed him. "I want you to want me." She admitted and it was true. She liked her body. It was tall and strong, trained for combat and flexible enough to allow the abuse that magic could sometimes apply. But maybe it wasn't the ideal for everyone.

Molly pulled back to look at him. "You should tell me what you've been thinking." She said softly, running her hands up his chest, fingers finding his jaw and scratching lightly through the stubble there for a moment before she kissed him again, more heat in it now. "I want to see if we've been thinking the same things."

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Will shifted his hand to cup the back of Molly's head, guiding her in gently for a long line of slow, sensuous kisses. He's breathing was a little heavier when he eased back again, his eyes dark when he looked at Molly's face.

"The one thing I can't stop thinking about," he told her, his thumb brushing her lower lip, "is getting my mouth on you." He swallowed, his eyes moving from hers to her lips and back up again. "When I was kissing you against the room door in Kagura," he goes on, his voice low and husky with desire, "and I could smell you, feel how hot you were even through your clothes, all I wanted was to get on my knees and bury my face between your legs."

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Molly's mouth fell open on a rush of breath. No one had ever spoken to her about things like this. She'd never been the object of anyone's fantasies, that she knew of, but she knew she loved the thought of Will spending time on that idea, nurturing it, letting it roll around his head and turn him on. She could hear it in his voice now, feel the ache they'd both felt back in Kagura when they'd had to stop.

It wasn't like the thought hadn't crossed her mind. She'd spent a long time picturing him there, stubble scratching over the soft skin of her thighs as he moved up her legs, strong hands parting her thighs gently to make room for him. She'd taken more than a few cold showers in the last few days.

"I've been thinking about that too." She let her eyes fall to his mouth and licked her lips. "Your mouth has been driving me crazy for days."

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"Have you?" Will asked, a little surprised. He could tell that Molly wasn't afraid of sex, even though she'd never had it, and he assumed that she was well acquainted with herself sexually, but he hadn't imagined that she would think about that sort of thing with him before they'd done it. It was a pleasant thought, knowing that she'd thought about him there, going down on her, imagined what it might feel like to have his lips on her there, his tongue.

He swallowed, his hand moving in her hair and tangling loosely, holding her like he might if she returned the favor and put her mouth on him. He figured that would be a lot farther down the road than him doing it to her, but he honestly wasn't in any kind of a hurry for that, more interested in exploring her body and giving her pleasure than the other way around.

"Will you tell me what else you've thought about?" he asked her, his voice husky, blood running warm in his veins.

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She closed her eyes and rocked her head against his hand, feeling the gentle tug on her hair and let out a breath, smiling as he scratched there lightly. It was accompanied by a wave of lust that washed away as quickly as it arrived. Whatever Will had been thinking was something he was putting aside and Molly was endlessly curious about it.

But she could wait for whatever it was. They had time for everything they wanted to do.

She flushed at his question, but she wasn't about to shy away from it. "The first night back after Kagura I spent all night wondering how you looked completely naked. Thinking about touching you the way I did tonight. I had this idea that maybe we wouldn't touch at all, that we'd each touch ourselves while we watched eachother. I thought about how it would feel to have you inside me and..." She looked at him, heat rising inside her. "my fingers weren't enough."

[wgraham]

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."

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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?"

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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."

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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."

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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?"