Will's cock ached when Molly's heat shifted away, but he could hardly complain about the way she put her breast in reach of his mouth, and he licked out against her nipple as soon as she brushed it against his lips. Circling the nub with the tip of his tongue, he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently but firmly, loving the way it made Molly moan and arch toward him. He worried it between his teeth and groaned at the way Molly's fingernails bit at his scalp, pushing her chest toward him.

He kissed wetly over the swell of her breast, down into the furrow between them, then over the rise of the other, sucking at the flesh just enough to leave a trail of faint bruises as he moved to her other nipple. "Would you be able to feel how good it is for me too?" he asked, flicking his tongue against the peak of her nipple. "How hard it makes me to hear you moan?" His hands were firm on her back, holding her against him, feeling her warm skin and the tense, strong muscles moving beneath.