Will felt a kind of relief when Molly moved to sit on his lap again, bringing them close and making it easier to kiss her, to put his hands on her. Their kisses now were languid and hot, the low desire burning in Will slowly building as Molly's simmered bright, right beneath the surface of her skin.

His hands drifted over her body as well, along the sides of her neck and onto her back, down into the hollow at the base and around to her hips, up along her ribs, back down along her thighs. Her skin was soft and warm every place he touched, the muscles beneath strong, and he could see a mental image of her without opening his eyes to look, imagining her lean torso and lithe limbs, the angles of her collarbone and the dip of her navel.

He moaned softly into her mouth as he thought about her breasts, unable to resist the urge to touch them, his palms cupping her, feeling the give of them, the weight. He rubbed the heels of both hands against her nipples, felt them react and swallowed the gasp Molly breathed into his mouth. Easing out of the kiss gently, he turned his eyes down to see, flicking at her nipples with his thumbs.

"Do you like this?" he asked, licking his lower lip as he raised his eyes to her. "Does it feel good?"