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[wgraham]

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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[wgraham]

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."

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

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?"

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

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."

[thewinterlady]

Everything Will did was gentle, even at the same time as he fierce. He dove into her with a hunger and Molly couldn't breathe for a long moment, legs quivering as he touched his tongue to her slit. He moaned and she joined in, answering with a shaking whine as his scruff scraped against the delicate skin of her inner thigh. She'd wondered how it would feel and now she knew, she knew she would feel it every time she squeezed her thighs together and the thought made her wet, wetter than she already was, clenching around his tongue when he drove it deep.

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."

[wgraham]

The sound of Molly's voice pleading for him, the forceful way she gripped his hair and put him right where she wanted him, it made a wave of renewed hunger crash over Will and he set to the task voraciously, licking his lips to wet them and closing his mouth over Molly's swollen clit. He sucked at it first, then drew back enough to flick his tongue against the bud, rapid little licks that made Molly gasp and moan breathlessly.

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.

[thewinterlady]

"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.

[wgraham]

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

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

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

[thewinterlady]

She loved being wrapped in him like this. She'd always thought she would be awkward or uncomfortable in bed, but she's the furthest thing from it now that she's here. All she wants is to stay this way forever, covered by him, covered in him.

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.

[wgraham]

Will smiled widely at Molly, caught by her radiance, by how much he enjoyed her company already. "I like the idea of you being greedy for me," he said, his eyes moving over all the lovely planes and angles of her face. He took a breath.

"Are you tired?" he asked her, his gaze finding hers. "Do you want to sleep?"

[thewinterlady]

"Only if you sleep with me." Molly said quickly, running her hands over his shoulders and kissing him, sweet soft kisses that made her sigh against his lips. She wanted him next to her when she woke up tomorrow and she wasn't afraid to admit it. "I don't want you to go."

[wgraham]

"I don't want to go," Will told Molly, his lips brushing hers, one hand cupping Molly's jaw, holding her as he dipped his head and kissed her more deeply. The truth was he didn't know if he could leave her now, not without feeling cold and hollow. He imagined being alone in his apartment after this and it sent a shiver through him, the idea of being away from Molly's touch, her energy.

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."

[thewinterlady]

Molly flushed and nodded. "I've been thinking about it too." She admitted. She'd been thinking about it every day since and now that it was so close, the reality was making her heart thump in her chest. It was such a small thing but it was something she coveted. Being able to press her body against his, nothing in the way, cocooned in the warmth of her blankets, safe and quiet and intimate. "So you should really stay." She said, smiling at him.

[wgraham]

For a moment Will contemplated asking if Molly wanted a shower before they got under the covers, unsure if the idea of their sweaty, sticky bodies in her sheets would bother her. He thought about his own bed, the idea of Molly in his sheets, the scent of her left behind, and he changed his mind; they had so much in common, it would shock him to learn she didn't think of that the same way he did.

"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.

[thewinterlady]

She watched Will, smiling softly at the care he was taking with her as he arranged the bedding. She scooted down into the sheets as he settled in next to her, wrapping herself in him, cheek resting on his shoulder as they easily found a way to fit together. If he ever had to leave her bed, it would be too soon.

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.