It was easy for Will to agree to what Molly asked, wanting it more than he could say, for her to feel how exquisite was the pleasure she gave him, so ready for them both to feel each other completely this way. The way she'd asked for it too, wanting to be inside him, in his mind, part of him, caused arousal to spike in him, heady and hot, and he could feel when she let herself flow into him, like warm water filling up his skull. He could hear himself gasp as if he was outside himself, and he realized Molly had called out in the same moment, their voices mirrored, becoming one.
Their feelings were chasing now more than they ever had before, mingling and twisting together to the point where the way it felt to be Molly, open and wet and full, arching and bucking, was just as real as how it felt to be inside her, surrounded and gripped by her clenching body. Every thrust sent a tremor or pleasure through them both, immediately echoed so closely that they could scarcely breathe past their moans. Already blurred lines were further smeared the longer they lasted, their voices so loud and breathing so heavy that the room was filled with the delicious racket of it.
The erotic cacophony only increased when they came, each of them keening with abandon, their voices colliding in identical crescendos. Inside Will's head he couldn't tell his own orgasm from Molly's until his pulsed and begun to subside, Molly's rolling on for a few seconds more, her muscles clamping down around him, squeezing and throbbing around him physically and inside him simultaneously.
At the very climax everything went a little white and hazy, almost like they'd overloaded a fuse, and when the world came back into focus around them, Will found himself clinging to Molly desperately, his chin hooked over her shoulder and his arms wrapped snugly around her body, clasping her tightly against him. Both of their chests were heaving, racing to catch their breath, and Will felt over heated and cold at once, overwhelmed and completely secure.
"Oh god, oh my god, Molly," he panted, turning his head to press the side of his face against her neck. "The way you felt, the way it felt, inside you..." He shook his head gently, unable to put how he felt to words.
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Their feelings were chasing now more than they ever had before, mingling and twisting together to the point where the way it felt to be Molly, open and wet and full, arching and bucking, was just as real as how it felt to be inside her, surrounded and gripped by her clenching body. Every thrust sent a tremor or pleasure through them both, immediately echoed so closely that they could scarcely breathe past their moans. Already blurred lines were further smeared the longer they lasted, their voices so loud and breathing so heavy that the room was filled with the delicious racket of it.
The erotic cacophony only increased when they came, each of them keening with abandon, their voices colliding in identical crescendos. Inside Will's head he couldn't tell his own orgasm from Molly's until his pulsed and begun to subside, Molly's rolling on for a few seconds more, her muscles clamping down around him, squeezing and throbbing around him physically and inside him simultaneously.
At the very climax everything went a little white and hazy, almost like they'd overloaded a fuse, and when the world came back into focus around them, Will found himself clinging to Molly desperately, his chin hooked over her shoulder and his arms wrapped snugly around her body, clasping her tightly against him. Both of their chests were heaving, racing to catch their breath, and Will felt over heated and cold at once, overwhelmed and completely secure.
"Oh god, oh my god, Molly," he panted, turning his head to press the side of his face against her neck. "The way you felt, the way it felt, inside you..." He shook his head gently, unable to put how he felt to words.