Seeing in the New Year! (For Will)

[thewinterlady]

If she was honest, she probably could have stayed at the party a little longer, but she realised early in the evening that she didn't really want to be there. She had fun and she was glad to have seen Thea, but her heart wasn't in it. Her heart was back at Bramford with Will and now she was itching to get back there, back to him, to see in the new year with the person she wanted to spend the next one with.

She looked at her watch again as she reached their building and dashed up the stairs, tapping in the code to open the front door and then heading straight to Will's apartment. She straightened her hair and knocked, bouncing from foot to foot, with the cold and with the determination to get her lips on his before midnight.

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[wgraham]

Will grinned back at Molly, though the expression fell into something more heated when Molly moved to sit in his lap, his hands going automatically to her hips. He knew she could feel the arousal that was growing in him, but now she could feel it too, warm and becoming more pronounced beneath the exquisite weight of her body.

"I liked the way you were touching my hair," he told her as he shifted his pelvis beneath her, his body seeking her heat. "And it's impossible for me not to want you," he added, leaning in to kiss the side of her neck. "Especially after you showed me your magic." He moved his head, kissing her jaw on the opposite side.

[thewinterlady]

She loved this, the way they flowed together so easily this way, heat rising up between them. Will was gripping her hips and she couldn't help meeting the little hitches of his pelvis, glad he was only wearing thin pants so she could feel the way he was reacting to her.

"My magic is a turn on?" Molly asked, licking her lips and pressing forward into the kisses, arms going round his shoulders, fingers back in his hair. Now that she knew that he enjoyed it, she was going to use it every chance she got. "I'm not complaining - really, really not complaining - but I'm a little surprised. I barely did anything."

[wgraham]

The way Molly moved was intoxicating, and Will couldn't help but continue to shift beneath her, feeling the heat and damp of her beginning to radiate through their clothes. Sliding his palms into the small of her back, he slipped an hand up beneath her shirt, compelled as always to feel her skin.

"Watching how competent and strong you are is absolutely a turn on," he answered, his fingers stroking lightly up and down the bumps of her vertebrae. "Feeling your power," he added, his mouth wet and hot against her throat. He groaned softly as Molly's fingers toyed with his hair, the touch sending tingles along his entire body.

He lifted his head and met Molly's eyes, dark with a hunger he knew was reflected in his own. "What other kinds of magic can you do?" he ask, his voice husky as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against her lips.

[thewinterlady]

Will had his hands on her skin and Molly sighed, relieved to have that physical connection again. They'd only been apart for a few hours but she'd missed this. It was so new that she figured they could be excused for being hungry for eachother.

Molly smiled into the kiss and pressed closer, letting the kiss drag out and turn hot and enthusiastic until they were both breathing a little harder. "Lots of different kinds." She murmured against his lips, nipping at the lower one as she drew her hands down to lift his shirt up and over his head, laying it over the back of the couch. "It's mostly not physical though."

[wgraham]

Will felt breathless as Molly stripped off his shirt, a shiver working through him that had nothing to do with the temperature of the room. He put his hands back on her hips, sliding his palms upward and taking her shirt along with them, working it carefully and gently over her head. Her hair tumbled back down around her bare shoulders, and Will licked his lips as he lowered his gaze to her chest, admiring the soft, pale swells of her breasts beneath her bra.

"You have the prettiest underwear," he told her as he moved one hand to cup the delicate fabric cradling one of her breasts, his thumb moving automatically to rub her nipple, teasing it to hardness.

"Is there sexual magic?" he asked as he raised his eyes to hers again, his own dark, his tone huskily teasing.

[thewinterlady]

"You like everything underneath the underwear." Molly teased him, pressing forward into his hand, lips parted on a sigh. Every time he touched her felt new and at the same time familiar in a way she couldn't get enough of.

Molly huffed a breathless laugh when he asked her about sexual magic, looking into his eyes, greedy with the ability to do that now that they could. "That's a tricky question." She murmured, leaning down to steal a kiss. "All magic is fuelled by emotional energy in some way. Sexual energy is some of the most powerful. You could argue that all magic has the potential to be sexual magic." She grinned at him. "But I don't think that's what you were asking. I think you were asking if I could enchant someone, make them infatuated with me, turn someone on from a distance."

[wgraham]

Will grinned softly at Molly, his thumb still rubbing at her, enjoying the little flickers of want the touch elicited, flashing through her features. It was true, he did like what was underneath her bra, he loved it in fact, but he also appreciated how lovely the garments were, made of delicate fabric and holding Molly's body so beautifully.

Will hummed, pressing into Molly's kiss, stealing her breath away before he stopped this time, his own breathing rough and noisy. "I was actually wondering if you could use magic during sex," he said, his hands moving around to her back and find the clasp of her bra, unhooking it and smoothing his palm along her naked spine. "As a part of sex," he went on, fingers trailing over her shoulders, slipping her bra straps down her arms and then setting her bra aside on the arm of the couch. His eyes moved over her naked breasts, admiring the swell of them, how her hard, pink nipples turned up just a little, and he licked his lips, his mouth watering with desire.

[thewinterlady]

"Ohhhh." Molly said, letting the word drag out as she went up on her knees a little. She took a second to just enjoy the way he went a touch cross-eyed trying to watch her move. Moving slowly, she pressed her nipple against his lips, brushing it there and gasping at the sensation. It was bold for her, but she was starting to find it easy to be bold with Will, to push forward and take and be greedy. He loved it as much as she did and that was a powerful feeling.

She hummed thoughtfully, eyes falling shut as he mouthed over her sensitive skin, nails scratching at the back of his skull. "I could use it as a part of sex, yes." She breathed. "Maybe...let you into my head, show you how it feels when you - ah - when you do that." She groaned as his stubble scratched the delicate skin, making everything so much more sensitive.

[wgraham]

Will's cock ached when Molly's heat shifted away, but he could hardly complain about the way she put her breast in reach of his mouth, and he licked out against her nipple as soon as she brushed it against his lips. Circling the nub with the tip of his tongue, he pulled it into his mouth, sucking gently but firmly, loving the way it made Molly moan and arch toward him. He worried it between his teeth and groaned at the way Molly's fingernails bit at his scalp, pushing her chest toward him.

He kissed wetly over the swell of her breast, down into the furrow between them, then over the rise of the other, sucking at the flesh just enough to leave a trail of faint bruises as he moved to her other nipple. "Would you be able to feel how good it is for me too?" he asked, flicking his tongue against the peak of her nipple. "How hard it makes me to hear you moan?" His hands were firm on her back, holding her against him, feeling her warm skin and the tense, strong muscles moving beneath.

[thewinterlady]

"Yes." Molly moaned and she could have been answering his question or responding to what he was doing, she wasn't really sure. She was lost to the sensation of him dragging his mouth over her, air chill where he left wet bruises on her skin. She moved with him as he changed sides, chasing the warmth of his tongue and groaning.

She dropped a hand between them, between her legs and down over the hardness in his soft pants. She licked her lips and let her fingers drift up and under the elastic, into his underwear to grip him loosely, a promise of more in the way she stroked him slowly.

The sharp edge of his teeth helped her think again and she repeated herself. "Yes. I could feel what you feel, if you let me into your mind willingly." She wouldn't do it any other way. But the idea of being in his head while they did this, while they were together, made her ache, underwear growing hot and wet with the thought.

[wgraham]

Will moaned thickly as Molly took him in hand, his face pressed between her breasts, one hand sliding low on her back, fingers dipping into the waist of her pants, following her spine downward. He kissed wetly at Molly's sternum, his hips shifting against Molly's touch, arching into the loose circle of her fingers.

"I will," he groaned softly, his free hand moving to Molly's waist and opening the button on her pants. "I want you in my mind," he clarified, slipping his other hand out of the back of Molly's jeans, reaching around her arm between them so he could draw down her zipper. It didn't expose much more new skin, but Will brushed his thumb against the soft vee between the parted halves of the closure.

Sighing hotly at the way Molly continued to stroke him, Will raised his eyes to her face, pushing his thumb down past the waistband at the front of Molly's panties, slipping the tip down far enough to touch the beginning of the hot dampness of her. He licked his lips.

"Do you want to go to bed?" he asked, his voice rough with desire, his cock impossibly hard in Molly's teasing, encouraging grip. "Or do you want to take me right here?"

[thewinterlady]

"I..." Molly drew out the word, sitting back on his lap, mourning the loss of his mouth on her skin but wanting what she had in mind more than enough to make the sacrifice. She kissed him slowly, drawing his hands away from her body and then shuffled back off the couch. He'd already loosened her pants and she finished the job, kicking them aside before she knelt pushing his legs apart gently to fit between them.

"I want to do this." She said, eyes fixed on his as she pushed her hands up his thighs, checking for any objections. She saw none so she smiled and let her eyes fall to the waistband of his pants, hooking her fingers into them and his underwear, tugging them down his hips. "Up." She said and Will obeyed, lifting his hips so she could take the clothes off completely. Molly set them to the side and looked at him spread out, breathing fast and looking amazing. If she hadn't been sure about this before, she was now. Leaning up over him, she laid a kiss on his chest, mouthing down towards his stomach, stopping to flick her tongue over his nipple a few times to see how sensitive it was before she moved again.

She followed the trail of hair down his navel, moving to avoid his hard, twitching cock so that she could get her mouth on the soft skin of his hip, making soft, appreciative noises at the taste and smell of him. It was intense and hot and it made her mouth water and suddenly she was desperate to actually taste him, to properly taste him on the back of her tongue.

Moving slowly, she wrapped her hand around his cock and ducked her head to give the head a soft lick. And then another, a hungry noise surprising her as it left her throat. Maybe with anyone else she would have been nervous or at least hesitant, but with Will, it was easy to just open her lips and lay gentle kisses over the head, down the length of him and licking her way back up. She flicked her eyes up to his and then wrapped her lips around him and tried a gentle suck.

[wgraham]

Will had no idea what Molly was thinking as she sat back, but he could feel a thread of nervousness running through their connection. When she got up from the couch he wasn't worried she was going to leave him there, and he watched with hungry eyes as she shed her pants. He licked his lips and he wondered if she was going to sit on him again, like she had the first time, but then she went smoothly down to her knees and his mouth went dry with desire.

He watched her as she touched his thighs carefully, but she wasn't trembling and her voice was sure; the trepidation wasn't for her sake but for his own, and he looked at her, hoping the darkness in his eyes showed her what she'd hoped to see, that he wanted her to do this. He moved as she pulled his pants off, and he cupped the back of her head softly as she kissed a hot, wet path down his chest, his fingers catching in her hair as she laved his nipple. He moaned at the sharp burst of pleasure the touch caused, his chest rolling into her attention, whimpering with loss as she moved away.

His body clenched each time she moved, his toes curling into the carpet as she bypassed his cock and kissed his hip, her hair a maddening tickle on his inner thighs. Wisps of it brushed the shaft of his erection and his testicles, making him gasp and the skin there go tight, pre-come beading on the head of his dick.

He held his breath as Molly wrapped her long, delicate fingers around the girth of him, holding him steady as she licked him the first time. Pleasure shot through him and he sucked oxygen through his nose, nostrils flaring. Her mouth moved over him, leaving wet kisses over the expanse of him, and he trembled as he held himself still for her, the muscles in his thighs tight. She met his eyes as she took the head of him in her mouth and he groaned deeply as she sucked, as he saw her lips wrapped around him, her beautiful eyes locked on his own.

"Oh god, Molly," he keened softly, threading his fingers into her hair, holding her softly. He knew he had to be careful, this was her first time doing this, but she looked so good and her mouth was warm and wet. It took supreme concentration to not push up, to feel more of her, to let her set the pace. "You have no idea how amazing you look, doing that," he told her, his voice shaking and husky.

[thewinterlady]

The fingers Will threaded into her hair could have been intimidating, but the gentle weight of his hand was actually reassuring. The tension in the muscles of his legs and stomach was flattering though, the way he was clearly keeping himself still and steady for her, giving her the space to explore. Molly knew she was in charge and it was a heady feeling.

Encouraged by the noises he was making, she drew her lips up again, looking down to see him slick and shining. She wanted this to be good for him and she was endlessly curious, wanting to pull more of those noises out of him too. She closed her eyes and took him in again, letting him slip inside a little deeper, the weight of him on her tongue an odd but intensely sexy feeling. His cock twitched as she explored him with her tongue, pulling back a little and swirling it around the head, loving the way he pulsed, mouth watering at the taste of his precome and adding to the mess she was making.

Will was making the best noises, gasps and groans reaching Mollys ears and making her more than a little smug, adding to her confidence. She reached out with her senses, letting her walls down so she could feel what Will was feeling, making a desperate noise as she was overwhelmed with intense want, desire and pleasure mixed together with affection and attraction in ways that made Molly grip his hip with her free hand just so she didn't float away. Molly took him in again, testing her limits until her gag-reflex threatened and she drew back, flushed and eager, going back again more confidently. The pace she set up wasn't aggressive, settling for a slow rhythm, shallow bobs of her head, sucking and licking as well as she could. She tightened her grip on the length she couldn't take, stroking and trying to match the rhythm of her mouth, smiling and blushing when she couldn't get it quite right, but enjoying herself all the same. She was going to make this as amazing for him as she could.

[wgraham]

Will's first blowjob, in high school, had been weird and hurried and Will had been thankful back then for being a teenager, because just having a girl near his dick was enough to finish the job quickly (and before any permanent injury occurred). Molly was, of course, a good eight years older than that girl had been, but she was already doing a much better job for her first time. He wasn't sure how much of it was intuitive (Will, having always been the owner of a penis, had certain ideas about what one would have to consider, but he wasn't sure if a woman would see it the same way) and how much was her reading his reactions via their connection, but she seemed to know how to avoid scraping him with her teeth, how to flatten her tongue so she could take him smoothly.

He sighed and licked his lips, his mouth going dry at the slowly building pleasure, his fingers rubbing encouragingly at her scalp, scratching lightly in a way he hoped would arouse her. She moved over him with a curiosity that felt more like a practiced tease, her tongue looping and her lips sliding, mouth closing to suck every now and then, and it all quickly ramped up his desire for her. Watching her move was intoxicating, seeing her lips around him, pink and swollen, her fingers gripping him, skin all the more pale against the turgid flesh of his erection.

It felt amazing, the ebb and flow of the way Molly moved to bob over him and then stop to lick at the crown of him, like being walked to the edge of a cliff and then pulled back again and again, the same feeling rising in his belly. She worked to move her hand in time with her mouth and faltered, and Will could feel her embarrassment, see the heat in her cheeks, but it turned him on all the more, seeing her work things out, learn how to do this with him.

Her saliva was collecting beneath his balls, on her chin, and it was such an erotic sight, the messiness of it, the eagerness of her motions. His fingers caught tighter in her hair as he watched her, as she worked to coordinate her hand and her mouth, the pleasure she was giving him getting more intense by the second.

"God, Molly," he moaned, his other hand cupping the side of her head. "That's so good, you're doing a wonderful job. And you look, you look so amazing."

His cock was throbbing, stealing oxygen from his brain, and he hoped he didn't sound asinine, trying to relate to her just how good she was making him feel. He knew she wanted to make him come this way, and he wanted that too, but a part of him couldn't stop thinking about touching her, feeling her body against him, around him. The night was young, though, and they'd have plenty of time for that later.

[thewinterlady]

The way Will was losing coherence was the best form of flattery Molly could have asked for. She gave him a look through the curtain of her hair and he was watching her back, eyes intense and dark as he took in every detail of what she was doing, small noises escaping him like they were being shocked out of him every time she took him in deeply.

Molly was making noises of her own, a little startled by the way she was enjoying taking him apart like this, trying to keep her movements steady and measured but not being able to help following his feelings and focusing on them. There was enough student in her still to take note of everything that stole his breath, made his hand tighten in her hair, made his cock harden even more. He was restraining himself from bucking up into her mouth, she could tell, the twitches of his thighs in time with the movement of her hands and lips over him. One day she would have him do that and the thought sent a savage wave of lust through her, her grip on his cock tightening and speeding up.

He was already wound up tight and Molly wanted him to unwind all at once, she wanted to taste him, feel him pulsing on her tongue and swallow him down. She wanted to take him apart the way he'd done to her on their first night together.

[wgraham]

Will felt the intense flare of arousal that came through their connection a moment before Molly's hand tightened around him, and he groaned at the feeling of the two things colliding, physical and emotional, everything so perfectly, strongly sexual. He panted as he watched her mouth move on him, her eyes flicking up every once and a while to meet his, and his hand caught in a fist, tangled in her hair.

"Molly," he whimpered, the lust burning in her driving him higher, the wet heat of her mouth, the sounds she was making around his cock, the way her nostrils flared as she sucked desperate breaths through her nose, everything so good, too good. "Molly," he said again, keening, and he was right on the edge of it, everything inside him going suddenly tight.

"Molly, oh god, Molly, I'm right there, right there," he gasped in a breathless rush, a warning in case she wanted to pull away, or at least so she'd be ready for the floor of his release into her mouth. The thought of it, of her swallowing him, sucking him down tipped the scales and he started to let go, tugging softly at her hair to let her know she could pull away if she needed, holding onto her as he lost himself to the tossing sea of pleasure to which she'd brought him.

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

Will had watched Molly's face as long as he could, forcing his eyes open until he finally had to succumb to the intensity of his climax as it washed over him. Molly's mouth moved against him perfectly, drawing his orgasm out until just the point where it was too much, and then subsiding. He wasn't sure if it was that she could feel it in him, the change from good to too much, but she did it perfectly, releasing him gently, and he couldn't remember the last time he had a blow job as excellent as this.

He blinked his eyes back open as he worked to catch his breath, looking at Molly as she knelt at his feet, her hands on his hips in a comforting, supportive way. Her hair was a tousled mess around her face, her lips dark and beestung, and it sent a jolt of arousal through him, making his face flush and his waning cock twitch weakly.

Carefully he worked his fingers free of her hair, moving to brush his thumb over her swollen lower lip. He was still trembling in the aftermath, feeling over heated and chilled at the same time, but he could feel Molly's desire, ripe and urgent as it flowed through her. He licked his lips and shifted his hand to cup her jaw, bringing her close and leaning down to kiss her, gentle at first but then deep, his tongue pushing into her mouth to taste himself on her tongue, groaning as he did.

[thewinterlady]

That he wanted to kiss her came as a little bit of a surprise, but it was a very nice one and Molly melted into it, coming off her knees a little to meet him, lifting her hand to cup the back of his head. She could still taste him and she chased it around his mouth, answering his noises with ones of her own as she climbed into his lap again, sitting back on his knees so that she could lose herself in the kiss.

They were both still new to doing this together and Molly was newer still at the whole thing, but she wasn't nervous about sex, not with Will, not in any way. She let her hands roam a little, running over his shoulders and arms, down his chest. He made it easy and fun to explore the things she liked. And this was definitely something she liked.

[wgraham]

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?"

[thewinterlady]

Will's hands left trails of warmth over her skin as he let them roam, drawing appreciative noises from Molly as she pressed into his touches. The slight rough of his fingers left her shivering and she realised she'd missed them, even in the few hours they'd been apart. Rationally she knew it was chemical, biologically programmed responses caused by pairing chemicals in her brain but emotionally something in her settled to have them back on her.

He rubbed his thumbs over her nipples and Molly bit her lip, looking down to watch them move, his fingers dark against the pale skin of her breast. She groaned and nodded, breath hitching in her throat with each pass. "Yes. It feels really good. You have no idea." she murmured, meeting his gaze. "Sensitive there."

[wgraham]

"I have a bit of an idea," Will replied breathlessly, the building pleasure Molly was feeling echoing in his own head. He licked his lips, leaning down to kiss Molly at the base of her throat, warm and lingering, following the arch of her collarbone up to her shoulder. From there he worked back toward the center, trailing downward, and he anchored his hands on Molly's hips to hold her in place as she leaned back to accommodate him.

Once he reached the swell of her left breast he feathered kisses over the soft surface of it, stopping to brush his lower lip over her nipple, a dry, soft caress. He moved around the rise of it again, but with wet kisses this time, mouthing around the flesh before he spiraled back to the center, catching her nipple in his mouth and suckling. Leaving his mouth in place, he lapped at the nub with his tongue, swirled around it, pausing every once and a while to suck.

His head was full of arousal, a roiling sea of Molly's feelings and his own, and he moaned against her breast, his heart starting to thud in his chest again. Pulling off the left breast with a soft wet smack, he moved to the right, dove right to the middle and wasted no time in giving that nipple the same treatment as the last, licking and sucking and worrying it between his teeth.

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

"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.