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 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.

[thewinterlady]

"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.

[wgraham]

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.

[thewinterlady]

"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.

[wgraham]

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.

[thewinterlady]

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."

[wgraham]

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.

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

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.

[thewinterlady]

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.

[wgraham]

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?"