The way Will said her name as he got closer and closer to his orgasm was something that Molly would never be able to unhear. A breathless sigh of her name, growing more and more urgent as she sped up, the strain in his voice showing through as he warned her with a gentle pull on her hair that it was happening, that she could pull away if she wanted. But she didn't want to. She wanted everything he had to give her, including this.

The first pulse of him on her tongue surprised a noise out of her, her eyes opening wide to watch him roll through the sensation, to let those sensations wash over her, into her mind through their connection and it was almost too much. He looked beautiful like that, abandoned and wild, his mind empty of everything but her and what she was doing, what she was making him feel. Moaning, she swallowed once and then again as the pulses slowed, suckling gently and not minding the taste at all. She drew it out, long slow strokes of her tongue, savouring every little flutter of pleasure that flowed from him to her as she cleaned him up.

When she finally pulled away, she was flushed, lips feeling swollen and slick but she was intensely happy, pressing back into his hand. She was incredibly turned on but she could ignore that for now, content just to watch him come down, hands splayed on his skin, stroking his hip soothingly with her thumb.