Molly was lost to the feeling of Will inside her and all around her,
wrapping her up, strong arms bringing them so close together that they
practically melted together. She felt drunk on him, intoxicated with the
way he moved when he started lifting his hips to meet her, cock a hot heavy
weight inside her.
She moaned and tried to focus on what he was asking her, smiling softly
when she caught the second half of the question. It sobered her a little.
As much as Molly knew she could be herself with Will, what he was asking
needed permission. She wouldn't just invade his mind.
Molly kept moving but she looked at him. "You have to let me in. I
won't...not unless you give me permission." She groaned as a thrust went
deep and she suddenly wanted to know how he felt from the inside,
viscerally understand what it was like for him. "Please Will. Let me in."
She murmured, voice low and needy.
Immediately Will gasped his permission and Molly flushed at his eagerness,
his willingness to let her have this. She took a breath and closed her
eyes, letting their connection wash over her, following it back to his
mind. She'd been letting him feel what she felt since they'd started being
intimate, gradually opening up to him and now he was letting her see him,
what he felt. It was humbling.
The physical world fell away a little as she pressed her senses through
their connection, fine tendrils of her power reaching for his surface
emotions and following them back to the sensations behind. It was
breathtaking and Molly shuddered as everything he was feeling rushed over
her. Warmth wrapped around her and she realised this was what he must feel
when he was inside her, hard where she was soft, giving where she was
taking. She groaned as a wave of want and need hit her. Her senses were
feeding back into his and the echoes were spreading like ripples though
water.
"Jesus, Will. The way you feel this..." Molly murmured and shook her head,
losing herself in the rhythm of their combined sensations, letting them
spiral her up higher and higher. She could hear herself getting louder,
felt the tightness in her belly, the rough drag of her clit over him as it
sent lightning through her on every thrust, and she crashed into her orgasm
like she was falling through the world.
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Molly was lost to the feeling of Will inside her and all around her, wrapping her up, strong arms bringing them so close together that they practically melted together. She felt drunk on him, intoxicated with the way he moved when he started lifting his hips to meet her, cock a hot heavy weight inside her.
She moaned and tried to focus on what he was asking her, smiling softly when she caught the second half of the question. It sobered her a little. As much as Molly knew she could be herself with Will, what he was asking needed permission. She wouldn't just invade his mind.
Molly kept moving but she looked at him. "You have to let me in. I won't...not unless you give me permission." She groaned as a thrust went deep and she suddenly wanted to know how he felt from the inside, viscerally understand what it was like for him. "Please Will. Let me in." She murmured, voice low and needy.
Immediately Will gasped his permission and Molly flushed at his eagerness, his willingness to let her have this. She took a breath and closed her eyes, letting their connection wash over her, following it back to his mind. She'd been letting him feel what she felt since they'd started being intimate, gradually opening up to him and now he was letting her see him, what he felt. It was humbling.
The physical world fell away a little as she pressed her senses through their connection, fine tendrils of her power reaching for his surface emotions and following them back to the sensations behind. It was breathtaking and Molly shuddered as everything he was feeling rushed over her. Warmth wrapped around her and she realised this was what he must feel when he was inside her, hard where she was soft, giving where she was taking. She groaned as a wave of want and need hit her. Her senses were feeding back into his and the echoes were spreading like ripples though water.
"Jesus, Will. The way you feel this..." Molly murmured and shook her head, losing herself in the rhythm of their combined sensations, letting them spiral her up higher and higher. She could hear herself getting louder, felt the tightness in her belly, the rough drag of her clit over him as it sent lightning through her on every thrust, and she crashed into her orgasm like she was falling through the world.