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"Oh!"
He tried to smile at the pleasurable gasp he heard, but his mouth was a little busy.
And after swirling his tongue around her nipple and mimicking his movements with his fingers, he pulled back to meet her heated gaze.
"Do you like that, Molly?"
Her eyes widened at first, and then she bit into her bottom lip and nodded.
"You want more?"
Molly's eyes were so dark he didn't think there was any color left to see, and when she spoke, he wondered if his eyes matched hers.
"I want everything."
* * *
"I want it all."
What had possessed her to say that?
Oh, she didn't really have to ask.
She knew.
It was curiosity, plain and simple.
When he moved to the other side of her body, bracing himself on his other arm and suckled at her breast, his hand playing with her other nipple so that the sensations were spread out between the two.
Molly didn't know what to do with herself.
She wanted to brace herself on her elbows to see what he was doing to her. His dark head covering one breast and seeing his fingers plying her flesh with such expert precision would have made her jealous wondering who had been the beneficiary of his skill before her, but he teased her to the point that all she could do was feel the sensations he was making her feel.
And then he lifted his head, pulling away from her breast with a soft pop of sound.
The heat building between her legs ached and she squeezed her thighs together, purely on instinct and what she felt against her skin was Jacob's skin, hot and kissed with sweat.
She rolled her hips against him and felt his voice vibrating against her, sending waves of sensation to her core.
"What do you need, Mol? What do you need to make you come?"
She opened her mouth, but all that came out was a soundless exhale as her hips curled against Jacob, needing more intimate contact.
"Let me touch you... Here."
Molly almost laughed herself into the air at his first touch, but with his body laid over her belly and holding down her hip, all she could was seek out even more of him.
His fingers made another pass over her folds, the tips barely slipping between them.
It was a delicate, fluttering touch that had her chasing those sensations.
"More."
"More?" he questioned, and she felt his fingers moving a little faster. "Like this? Or like this?" His fingers delved deeper between her thighs, making her eyes drift closed and her head fall back on her neck.
"That... more of that."
"Yes, ma'am."
