Is it smut time?!

I think it's smut time!

Chapter Three - Slip On In

Edward was fast asleep in his cot, and would most likely be so for several hours. He'd already begun to sleep through the majority of the night, much to Sherlock's and Molly's amazement and relief.

They were themselves in bed, taking advantage of their quiet time together. She was lying beneath him, clutching his body close as he kissed her deeply. Their passion for each other had not ebbed whatsoever, except for when she began to get a little too exuberant, then he would gently push her away and tell her that it was still too soon. His words would always resort in her pouting, even though that she knew he spoke the truth.

As they continued to kiss, their tongues caressing, she moved her hands downwards to cup his arse and bring him closer to her. He groaned into her mouth, his hardened length pressing against her clothed body, before pulling away. They were both breathing heavily.

"Molly ..." he warned.

"Sherlock ... please ... it's been eight weeks!" she cried. "We were told we could two weeks ago!"

He breathed out slowly, before leaning his forehead against hers. She brought her hands up to his curls, gently massaging his scalp.

"I miss you Sherlock ...," she whispered to him. "I miss feeling you inside of me ... I miss your body against mine."

He kissed her. "I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

He kissed her again, and she hooked her leg over the back of his. Their kiss grew in passion, their hands beginning to wander once more. Ever so slowly they undressed each other, briefly parting so that certain items of clothing could be more easily removed. But when he reached back to unhook her bra, she shook her head.

"Leakage," she stated, in response to his inquisitive look.

"Ahhh ... I don't mind."

She frowned. "But I do. My breasts will still be there when I am finished nursing."

He chuckled and gave her a gentle kiss. "I want you to be comfortable," he told her.

She laid down, and within moments his body was covering hers and he was kissing her deeply.

"You're beautiful, Molly every single bit of you," he murmured as he pulled away from her only to kiss and lick his way down her throat.

He nibbled at the softly curved tops of each of her breasts before continuing downwards. He mouthed at her faint appendectomy scar, and kissed and nuzzled at each of her stretch marks. After nudging her legs further apart, he was pleased to discover that her curls were already glistening. Ever so gently he spread her slick folds with his thumbs, and gazed upon her pink sex.

"Sherlock ..." she whimpered.

He glanced briefly up at her, watching as her chest rose and fell as she breathed deeply.

"I need your mouth on me!" she practically wailed.

With a wolfish smile he lowered his lips to her clit, and sucked on it.

"AHH!" She clapped her hand over her mouth.

Sherlock flicked the tip of his tongue across her clit, before circling it, then dragging his tongue across, up and down it.

"Oh God!"she moaned from beneath her hand.

He dragged his tongue down to her centre, gently easing it inside of her, listening to the noises she made. Her moans were encouragement enough. He gently fucked her with his tongue, lapping up her flow of juices before he returned his mouth to her clit and slowly slid a finger into her. Her hips rose from the mattress as he slid his finger in and out of her. She moaned against her palm, and each of her legs gave a faint twitch as she came. She dropped her hand away and sighed happily. He sat up, slipping his finger from her. He licked his finger clean before wiping her juices from his mouth with the back of his hand.

"That felt really good!" she said to him. "But I know something that will feel even better!"

He smiled and moved up her body so that their lips could meet. As their kiss deepened she tasted herself on his tongue. Reaching down she palmed his cock, gently caressing the leaking tip. He quietly swore against her lips and she started to stroke his length. She chuckled when he swatted her hand away.

"You are absolutely certain?" he questioned.

"YES."

She dropped her legs open, allowing him to be positioned at exactly the right angle. He put one hand upon the mattress beside her shoulder and leaned his forehead against hers. Their gaze locked as he placed himself at her entrance, and ever so slowly he eased in the tip.

"Ohh ..." She gasped.

He stilled. "Are you alright?"

"Yes! Please don't stop!"

He slid in a bit further. "Christ Molly, you're tight!" he hissed, he pulled out only to slip back in just a bit further.

"Mmm ... oh you feel so good!" she moaned.

It took him several more slow strokes before he entered her fully. Once he did, they held each other for a few moments, savouring the sensation. She kissed him, before raising her legs and locking her ankles over the small of his back.

"Fuck," he groaned out, slipping into her the tiniest bit deeper. His breath was hot against her ear.

She nipped at his throat. "Make love to me Sherlock, make me come, I want to feel you come inside me."

He groaned again before raising himself up slightly so that he could pull out his cock, only to thrust back in almost instantly.

"Oh yes! That's it," she encouraged, "that feels so good! Just like that!" She was letting him know that she wasn't feeling any pain, that it was all only pleasure. Such sweet, sweet pleasure.

They kissed between thrusts, and he kept his movements slow, drawing out their lovemaking. In the back of their minds they feared that Edward may wake, and impede upon their passion, but as both of their climaxes began to build these thoughts fled from them and all they could focus on was each other. He slipped his hand between them to stroke at her clit as he continued his slow and steady thrusts.

"Sherlock! Sherlock! I love you! Ahhh!"

He kissed her to drown out her noises, but when he felt her walls tighten and contract around his cock he dropped his head down to her shoulder and groaned into her skin. His cock pulsed inside of her. She held tightly onto him, not wanting him to move away, enjoying the weight of him on top of her. She kissed his neck, brushing her nose against his skin. After a few moments he tilted his head to the side and they smiled at each other before sharing in a sweet and loving kiss.

"Any pain?" he asked her.

"No. I'm fine."

They kissed again before he gently moved off of her.

"I did miss that," he admitted.

She laughed. "I know."

He pulled her close up against him, pressing a kiss to her neck.

"Do you think you'll be up for round two?" she asked.

He leaned back. "Will you?"

She shrugged. "At the moment I feel as if the answer is yes!"

He grew thoughtful. "Let's just wait, Edward will probably be up soon for a feeding. We'll see how you feel after that."

She draped her arm across his chest. "Ok. There is always other options besides penetrative sex ..." She gave his nipple a non-too-gentle bite with her teeth.

He yelped, and grabbed at her hand just as she moved to wrap it around his flaccid length.

"You are a minx!" he growled and pushed her down onto her back.

She smiled up at him, her eyes twinkling. "And you're no better!"

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