thewinterlady | Seeing in the New Year! (For Will)

It was pure pleasure to have his mouth on her. Warm, wet kisses leading to sucking and laving on his tongue that was designed to drive her out of her mind. Molly gasped and then moaned, hips shifting a little to bring her closer to him, bracing herself on his knees so she could press up into his mouth for more.

His teeth grazing her nipple sent shivers down her spine and she closed her eyes, letting her head fall back. "Will..." She groaned. "More...please." And maybe it was greedy to be so demanding but she couldn't help herself. She pushed a little of what he was making her feel through their connection and hoped he could see how desperate she was for him.

"Molly," Will groaned thickly as Molly's feelings flooded into his mind, his mouth still pressed close to her breast, hot breath ghosting over her damp skin. He could feel Molly's desperation so intensely that heat throbbed between his legs, and it was different than he'd ever felt before, almost humid, the muscles in his lower abdomen clenching.

He leaned in and took Molly's nipple into his mouth again, looping his tongue around it as he slipped his hand into the small of her back, supporting her. With his other hand he reached between her thighs, spread as she sat astride his legs, and he sought her heat with his fingers, sliding his fingertips through her folds. It was a bit of a precarious balance, but Will wanted to feel the way she throbbed, wanted to give her what she desired so desperately.

Pressing his face between her breasts, Will breathed hot against Molly's skin as he slipped a finger inside her, moaning at the feel of her, how wet she was, practically dripping. Pulling back, he added a second finger, filling her more with the next push, nudging as deeply as he could. "Fuck, the way you feel," he swore, fucking his fingers into her slowly, nearly delirious with his desire for her.

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"Oh god, Will." Molly moaned and tilted her hips towards his hand as he pressed his fingers into her. She could hear the gentle sucking, slick noises her body made as he drew them out and pushed them back inside, smelled the heat of her arousal in the air.

She wanted to touch Will back but she needed her hands to keep herself upright on his knees so she settled for chasing Wills lips for more attention on her breasts. It wasn't what she'd expected but she found herself loving the sharp feel of his stubble over the soft, delicate skin. Everything felt heightened when they were together like this.

Will swore and it was rare enough that it surprised her and she grinned, lifting her head to look down at him, hips rolling down to get his fingers in deeper. "Language..." She managed to breathe out, pleasure stealing her next as he found an angle that made her cry out.

Will smiled when Molly chided him, but it was heated and predatory as he looked up at her, fingers still pushing into her in a slow but steady rhythm. He licked his lips and sighed hotly, leaning to mouth at one of Molly's breasts again, dragging his tongue over her nipple.

"You like it when I swear," he said, his voice low and throaty with arousal, lips brushing her skin as he spoke. "I can feel it," he added, his fingers pressing deeper in punctuation.

"I really do." Molly said and arched hard, eyes slamming shut as he lit her up inside. She loved his fingers inside her, felt the strength of them stroking her from with within. There was so much that was new for her but Will never made her feel inexperienced. Instead she felt sexy and powerful in his hands and that was something she cherished.

Arousal was pouring off Will and she revelled in it, letting her senses out to press into their connection. She wanted him to feel everything she was, to maybe catch up with her so that she could ride him like this and they could crash down together.

Again, Molly sent a wave of her feelings toward Will and his stomach clenched at the way the sensation felt to him, hot and tight in a part of his body that didn't exist. There was some kind of wild part of him that wished he could feel it, truly, and he realized that the way he and Molly were connected they could, in a way, experience each other's specific pleasure. The thought was dizzying, especially paired with the broadcasting Molly was still doing, and he moaned thickly, the hand on Molly's back pressing harder against her as he pumped his fingers inside.

"I've never been good at dirty talk," Will said, turning his eyes from where he was watching his glistening fingers disappear into Molly's cunt up to her face. "Do you think you'd like it?" he asked, his voice thin with lust, his cock starting to throb as it filled to hardness again between his legs.

Just thinking about that sent a jolt of lust through Molly. Will's quiet, gentle voice, low and intense, whispering filth in her ear as he took her apart. She didn't know what he'd be saying, but Will could probably say anything to her and she'd find it a turn on. She did when he even hinted at something sexual, making her insides knot in the best kind of anticipation.

His hand on her back was firmer now, quietly possessive, making her feel safe and contained while she put her body on display for him. She moaned the muscles in her stomach flexing as she rode his fingers hard, trying to find words to answer him.

Will was watching her and she smiled, breath coming faster as she nodded, biting her lip for a second. "You're already ridiculously sexy when you say anything." She said, groaning as she looked down the length of body to watch his fingers disappear inside her. "Not sure I'd survive actual dirty talk."

Will flushed a little when Molly called him sexy, loving the feeling of being complimented by Molly, knowing that she found him attractive that way. He inhaled deeply, smelling her, his eyes moving over her beautiful body, watching the way she arched, pushing down to meet his fingers as they thrust into her.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he told her, swearing on purpose this time, twisting his fingers as he pushed into her, slower now but harder. "Every part of you, your eyes, your smile, your breasts," he added, easing into an attempt at dirty talk, just to see how it worked for them.

"Your pussy," he said after a beat, dropping his voice to something near a growl. "It tastes so good, Molly. Smells so good," he continued, the speed of his thrusts into her increasing again. "Just thinking about eating you out makes me so hard," he groaned, his erection arching between his legs, aching for her.

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The weight of his gaze on her was a physical thing, the way his mind went from one part of her to the next until she was swimming in the way he saw her. She felt so vulnerable, left bare under the scrutiny but in the best way.

She shivered as started talking, whispering growls in her ear. "Will, god..." She cursed and she was suddenly aware of how much she wanted him inside her. "Can we...I want you to fuck me." She murmured, sitting forward suddenly and crying out at the change of angle, breathing through it and then kissing him, hard and wet and hot. "I need you." She breathed against his mouth, hips still moving hungrily, greedily chasing any sensation he wanted to give her.

Hearing Molly use a word like fuck sent a wave of need through Will that was so intense that he felt suddenly dizzy, his breath shuddering out of him in a low, broken moan. The feeling only increased when Molly bucked forward against him, his fingers pressed obscenely deep into her wet, warm cunt, her mouth against him to steal a desperate, messy kiss.

"Yes," he groaned, fucking her sharply with his hand for a few more thrusts before he pulled his fingers free, pausing to rub his thumb against her clit for a moment before he moved to brace his hands on her hips and pull her closer. His full, thick cock pressed against the slit of her now, and he tilted his hips to rub the line of it against her, his head tipped down to watch the way they moved together, her slickness making his skin shiny.

His breathing was hectic, desperate, and the more he moved the more shaky it sounded, Molly's breath matching it. "Oh god, Molly," he whimpered, pausing to swallow hard as he reached between them to take his dick in hand, shifting back so he could angle the end of it down toward Molly's snatch. His fingers slid along it until he could touch both himself and her at once, searching out the wetness of her, pressing the head of his cock into the damp hollow.

"Take me," he said gently but heatedly, his dark eyes locked on hers. All she had to do was lift up and push down and he'd be inside her, and he fought to control his breathing as he waited, so ready to feel her around him, to have the warm wetness of her enclosing him, to hear her voice as she took him deep, to feel her pleasure flow through him alongside his own.

Molly didn't have to be told twice. She nodded, shifting in Wills lap, thighs shaking as she lifted up and pressed down onto his cock, taking him slowly so she could feel every inch of him as he filled her.

When she settled in his lap, she was panting, small sounds of pleasures as she adjusted. She leant forward and kissed him, slow and sensual and started to rock slowly. Her eyes fluttered closed as he shifted inside her, a long drag of sensation as she lifted and then a heavy press in as she let herself fall again. It was always left her stunned that she could move at all, but her body responded to Will like it knew they belonged together like this and Molly loved it.

She broke away from the kiss and opened her eyes, desperate to watch him like this, arms looped around his shoulders loosely as they moved together slowly. They weren't going to last, not with the way she was already feeling her orgasm pulling tight in her belly, but she wanted it to last as long as possible.

It had been such a long time since Will had been in a situation like this, a relationship, where he slept with the same woman frequently and repeatedly, and he couldn't remember any feeling quite like this one did. Every time they came together this way was like the first time all over again, the shock of intense sensation, of how good it felt to have Molly this close to him, as close as they could physically be.

He breathed deeply as Molly began to move, glad that Molly had gotten him off once before already as it would allow him to hold off long enough this time to focus on Molly's pleasure first. He always worried about his endurance where Molly was concerned because having sex with her was so amazing and fulfilling it made him feel a little out of control. Sliding his arms down around her waist, he lifted his hips as she pushed her body down, fucking up into her while she rode him, the slow grind maddening in the best way possible.

They kissed as they moved, gasping into each other's mouths, and Will was overwhelmed by sensation, the feeling of Molly on him, taking him, the way she smelled, the sound of her voice, the light drag of her nipples against his chest. And he could feel her emotions too, like a beautiful echo in his mind, the flares of pleasure when he pushed up into her just right, the bliss of being filled by him.

"Can you feel me, Molly?" he asked, his voice low and breathless, lips against her mouth as he spoke. "Can you feel what it's like for me to be inside you? How good you feel all around me?"

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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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.

All she could do was nod in agreement, laying a gentle kiss on his shoulder, unable to form words. It took a long moment for Molly to come down, panting into Wills skin as she slowly withdrew from his mind. She was shaking, fine shivers flowing through her in waves as she struggled to put her defences up again, to isolate her mind from his. Their connection was still there, strong and solid, the echoes of what they'd shared still flowed back and forwards along it and Molly found it reassuring after the intensity of what had come before.

Lifting her head seemed a herculean effort but she made it, sitting back a little and tipping Wills head back gently in both hands to watch him, smiling tiredly. She hadn't realised how much power she'd been putting into their joining until she took stock, only to find her magic burning low inside her. She was exhausted, but intensely happy. Her body was languid and heavy in the best way and she felt safe and secure in the span of his arms, pressed against him, skin flushed and slick with their sweat.

"I'm not sure I can do that often, but I am so, so glad we did." She murmured, leaning down to kiss him, lips slow and hot on his. "I never thought it was going to be like this."

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When Molly pulled her awareness back from Will's mind it felt natural and gradual, disappearing at the same speed that Will's heartbeat calmed back to something more normal. He'd worried it would be abrupt, that it would leave them both feeling hollowed out and empty, but instead it was more like taking a deep breath releasing it, feeling centered and warm. He continued to hold Molly as she moved back enough to find his eyes, his grip on her relaxing as they locked their gazes.

He could feel Molly's exhaustion, bone deep, and he was glad he hadn't known what a drain it would be on her before he asked her to come into his mind, because he would have urged her not to do it. Now that they'd experienced it, he knew they'd want to do it again eventually, but he agreed that it wasn't something they should do every time, or even frequently. It was good, pleasurable and intense the way nothing else in Will's life had ever been (or would ever be), but it was almost too much for their bodies to contain, for their minds to comprehend.

Will moved a hand to cup Molly's jaw, and he kissed her back sweetly, his thumb brushing her cheek. "I didn't know anything could ever feel like that," he told her, agreeing. "It was so... There was so much," he said, again unable to describe it. "You are amazing, Molly. Everything about you." He leaned in to kiss her again, soft and gentle. "And you deserve a rest after tonight," he added, remembering that she'd already used a great deal of magic earlier to protect his dog from the spell that had fallen over the city.

Nodding, Molly chuckled. "I think maybe I do." She said, kissing him lightly. Tonight had been everything she'd hoped it was going to be and more. Her first new year with Will. The first of many, she prayed.

She watched him for a long moment and wondered if things might have been different had they met back in Chicago. Maybe they would have met and passed eachother by like ships in the night, missing out on all this because life there was so much more complicated. Here they were both free, both able to love without restriction and without consideration of anyone or anything else. Everything else aside, Molly was never going to be anything but grateful to Darrow for this.

"Come to bed with me?" She asked, quietly, wanting nothing more than to have him wrapped around her, to be able to wake up to him in the morning and take a long breakfast together.

Will nodded, and he couldn't have wanted anything more than to lay down with Molly now, hold her in his arms, be close to her, and wake up beside her in the morning. They'd only been doing this for a few weeks, but seeing Molly's face first thing in the morning had already become Will's favorite thing in the world.

Hands on Molly's hips, he eased her back, both of them sighing as Will's softened cock slipped the rest of the way out of Molly's body. Carefully, he helped Molly to stand, allowing her to pull him up as well, and once they were both on their feet, Will shifted to wrap one arm around Molly's back, ducking so he could catch her beneath her knees and lift her into his arms, carrying her bridal style toward the bedroom.

He'd never carried her this way before, hadn't been sure he'd be able to with the similarity of their heights, but her body fit against him easily, her arms going around his neck. Crossing into the bedroom, he took Molly to the bed and sat her on the mattress, leaning down to press a warm kiss to her mouth.

"Do you need anything?" he asked her, reaching to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.

Molly laughed when he picked her up. Will always surprised her with how strong he was and she loved how it made her feel small and safe with him, something she rarely felt otherwise. He set her on the bed and kissed her and if she was honest, Molly was rapidly approaching sleep when he asked her is she needed anything.

"Water?" She asked, softly, hands on his shoulders. She didn't want to let him go but her limbs were getting heavy so she stroked his cheek and then let him stand. "And then I need you in here with me." She said, yawning a little, hand covering her mouth as she shuffled up to the top of the bed, shoving down the covers and sliding into them.

Will could see how insistently sleep was tugging on Molly, and he pressed a kiss to her temple, brushing his hand against her cheek in kind as he stood. "I'll be right back," he told her softly, going to the kitchen for a cool glass of water. Bringing it back to the bedroom, he handed it to Molly, then slipped into bed beside her as she drank, nearly draining the glass. The magic had taken even more out of her than Will had realized, and he made a note to be sure to have water on hand if they did this again.

She handed the water to him with a couple of swallows left and Will finished it off, setting the empty glass on the side table and snapping off the light. They moved silently together as they laid down, falling into place easily and without and fidgeting, already used to laying in each other's arms. Will held Molly against his side, her head on his shoulder, and kissed her forehead softly.

"Thank you for tonight," he whispered, his lips against her skin. "Get some rest now, sweetheart."

The endearment made Molly smile even as her eyes were already drifting closed.

"Thank you." She murmured, kissing his chest, hands splayed out over his ribs, fingers comfortably slotted between the grooves of them. Her mind drifted over their connection and she didn't have the energy to keep her tiredness out of it. Will could use the extra rest as well as she could. "Sleep well, Will."

Will nodded, feeling the warm wave of Molly's exhaustion wash over him, feeling the pull of sleep tugging him down immediately. He remained aware of where they touched, of the feeling of Molly's breath against his skin, until his body finally gave in and sleep closed in over them both.

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