Molly's back was to Sherlock's front, both of them sitting on the bed, their backs straight. Both of them were without clothes. She was sitting on his lap, anticipating his next move. He was slowly and sensually kissing her neck and playing with her hair. Molly's eyes were closed and all she could do was sigh, moan, and gasp.
"Oh…oh Sherlock please."
"Please what, my darling?"
"Touch me."
"Where?" His left hand slowly moved down towards Molly's sex. "Here?" His hand had found her most sensitive spot.
"Yes, oh god yes!" Molly writhed and squirmed as much as possible in her position, and with Sherlock's right arm now wrapped securely around her breasts. Her head fell on his shoulder. "Don't stop."
"Never" His hand moved in slow, torturous circles on her clit, drawing out her pleasure for as long as possible. "Do you want to come, Molly? Do you want to come for me?"
"Ah…yes, yes, Sherlock." Molly kissed his jaw and whispered in his ear, "I want to come for you, Sherlock" She was so in the moment and so full of love and passion for this man that she only needed a little stimulation to reach that peak. "I'm so close"
"Oh god, Molly, yes. I'll never stop."
Molly could feel her orgasm coming. It was unstoppable now. "I'm gonna come, Sherlock. Oh, YES! Yes, Sherlock, yes!" She came hard and fast. She would've fallen off of Sherlock's lap if it weren't for his strong around holding her to him.
"Molly, are you okay? That was quite intense," he said with a deep chuckle.
"I am wonderful, Sherlock. Just, wow," Molly said with a smile. She turned her head so that she was looking her lover in the eyes. "I love you, Sherlock"
"I love you so much, Molly Hooper." And he kissed her. Hard.