Bring on an interesting confession … and of course THE SMUT! :D
Part Four: A Step Forward
"Sherlock have you ever … are you a?" Molly stopped, peering down at him, thinking that perhaps he would be offended by such a question.
He shook his head.
"So you've never …" She let the sentence trail off for a moment, "Not even during your …" She faded off again.
He knew exactly what she was referring to; his drug-riddled days, "If I had, I don't remember."
"Oh …"
He sat up slightly, leaning on his elbows. Instead of moving back, she stayed where she was, so that their lips were nearly touching.
"Teach me?" He spoke this softly, a hint of apprehension in his voice, "I know the basics of what are required, what needs to be done, but I … show me what you like?"
Instead of directly answering him, Molly pressed her mouth to his. She cradled his face in her hands as the kiss deepened. When she lightly dragged her tongue across his bottom lip, he opened his mouth to her; their tongues performing an intricate dance.
"Aren't our clothes supposed to be removed?" He gasped out, when they parted for air.
She giggled, pulling herself up onto her knees, "Yes, usually."
"Usually?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Depends on how desperate you are; sometimes clothes just get shoved to the side, removed just enough."
"Ahh … interesting."
"I think now calls for a full-clothing removal though."
"Mmm …"
She rolled off of him and he sat up fully as she slid from the bed. She had her back to him, and hesitated for a moment before glancing at him over her shoulder.
"Would you like to watch?"
Sherlock swallowed thickly, and nodded. She smiled slowly and turned about to face him. Nudity had never been a concern to him. He wasn't bothered or shocked by the prospect of a naked body. It had never intrigued him or turned him on. It was always just a body; the transport for the brain. But now, watching Molly as she slowly began to remove her clothing; revealing herself to him, he found that the sight of the naked form, her naked form, was a beautiful thing. A sight that he would never grow tired of.
The first thing she had removed was her jumper, followed by her shirt, tossing both to the floor. She was wearing a simple, plain white bra and reaching back she unhooked it, letting it too fall to the floor. She then paused for a moment, allowing him to gaze upon her.
Yes, her breasts were small, he had noted this long ago, but they were small because they were adequately sized for her shape. She undid her trousers next, slipping them down and pulling them off, revealing a pair of white knickers with pink polka dots. He would have to be a blind man in order to not notice the obvious patch of wetness upon the fabric. He found himself swallowing thickly again, his cock giving a prominent twitch in his trousers. Keeping her knickers on, she stepped closer to the bed.
"Your turn." She told him.
He exhaled loudly before sliding himself forward and coming to stand beside her. She watched as he slowly undid each button on his shirt, before moving to undo the ones at his wrists. He slipped it off and it fell to the floor. His pale, scar-riddled chest appeared to almost be glowing from the faint light of the open window. Next he undid the button of his trousers, then the zip, before they too joined the others on the floor.
Now he stood in only his pants, his erection prominent beneath the fabric. Molly stepped forward, keeping her eyes locked on his. She placed both of her hands upon his hips, before slipping her fingertips beneath the hem of his pants. His breath hitched as her hands skimmed down his body, ever so slightly brushing across the curve of his arse, as she pulled his pants down his legs. She was kneeling before him now, his pants at his ankles. He stepped out of them and kicked them away. She was no longer looking into his eyes, but was now fascinated by the sight of his revealed cock. He couldn't stop the slightly smug smile from coming to his face. But he gasped slightly when he felt her warm breath upon him, causing his cock to give another slight twitch.
Instead of moving closer to him she stood up and grabbed his hands, placing them onto her hips, "Take mine off." She instructed.
He repeated her actions, kneeling before her, just as she had done with him. He grew still when he caught upon the scent of her arousal, his gaze locking upon her neatly trimmed pubic hair that was gleaming faintly. He had never come across anything like this scent before. And he was certain that he wouldn't be able to describe it if he was asked.
She cupped his face in her hands and tugged him upwards. He stood. They were now both entirely naked.
"Lie down upon the bed." She instructed.
He did as she asked, stretching himself out, as she came up and sat beside him.
"Just relax. I think you're going to enjoy this." She gave him a small grin before sliding her body downwards so that she was now sitting directly before his left hip.
Ever so slowly she reached out and touched the head of his cock with her fingertip, spreading the small bead of pre-cum. She then slid her finger downwards, allowing the rest of her fingers to join in as she moved along his length.
Sherlock swore loudly as she reached the base. She wrapped her hand around his cock before looking up at him. His eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his hands fisting the sheets.
"You can watch if you like." She told him.
His eyes flew open, meeting hers. She gave him another grin then leaned forward and took the head directly into her mouth, giving him a gentle suck, swirling her tongue about him. He swore again, but this time he forced himself to keep his eyes open, watching as she slowly took more of him into her mouth.
"I don't think I would have deleted this." He gasped out; he then stopped talking, the room filling with the sounds of his groans and heavy breathing.
She alternated with her mouth and her hands, licking him from base to tip, stroking him with her fingers, before taking him almost entirely between her lips. When she cupped his bollocks in her hand, giving them a tender squeeze, he was done for, emptying himself down her throat.
He hadn't wanted to do that, he had wanted to warn her that he was close, but he couldn't form the words. His now flaccid cock lay against him. She was placing light kisses upon his hip bones. He reached down and touched her shoulders; she raised her head then pulled herself up to lie directly beside him.
"You didn't have to; you didn't need to do that." He panted out.
She smiled at him, brushing his curls away from his forehead, "It's all right. I don't mind."
His breathing slowly began to return to normal, "Can I, can I do the same for you?"
She smiled again, "Only if you want to."
His eyes narrowed slightly, "Do you not enjoy it?"
"I do, it's just a lot of time guys don't always know how to do it properly."
He moved onto his side, "Show me. Tell me what you want."
Molly nodded and he slid himself downwards. She spread her legs and he kneeled between them. He placed his hands on her thighs and gazed up at her.
"Go on, don't be shy. Touch me." She encouraged him.
He licked his lips and slid his hands further towards the apex between her thighs. His thumbs brushed over her soft, damp curls. She breathed loudly through her nose.
"Part them."
He did so, spreading her folds with his thumbs, once more being greeted by that fascinating scent of her arousal. She was now revealed to him, in entirety. He had studied anatomy books, fully aware of what a woman's body looked like, but that still hadn't prepared him for the sight of Molly. He gazed upon her glistening pinkness in wonder.
She allowed him to study her for a few moments, knowing that he was filing all of this information in his Mind Palace for later perusal. When she placed one hand on the top of his head, and the other directly above where her pubic hair began, his eyes snapped up to meet hers.
"Put your mouth … here." She slipped her hand down, pointing at the rounded bud, "Taste me. Use your tongue on me."
He lowered his head, wrapping his lips about her.
"Mmmm … that's it, right there! Oh!" She dug her nails into his scalp, not even realizing that she had done so, far too focused on his tongue as he began to lap at her clit.
The flavour of her was fascinating, just like her scent; he couldn't find the words to describe it.
"Fuck, oh! Put-put your finger in me!" She grabbed his hand, pushing it down passed where his mouth was, to her wet entrance. He watched as he slid his finger into her and she cried out.
"Don't stop! Please! Keep your mouth on my clit, please!"
He continued to suckle on her taut little nub, using her noises as a guide. She grabbed his hand, pulling it away from her so that his finger slid out; she slowly began to pump his finger in and out of her. He quickly caught on to what she wanted him to do. She dropped her hand away, clutching at the sheets as he worked her to a frenzy.
Molly had never allowed herself to be so vocal before, always holding back, never sure of how her partner would react. But knowing that Sherlock wanted to learn exactly what she liked, she let herself go. And never had she felt so free.
He added a second finger without her telling him to, curving them slightly as he continued to fuck her with them. That was enough to send her over the edge. She came with a wailing cry, her hips rising slightly from the bed. Her entire body was shuddering. He stilled his fingers, holding them inside of her, but continued to move his mouth on her clit.
She gave his head a slight shove, her legs still shaking. Understanding that this was a signal for him to stop he raised his head and looked at her. She was panting heavily, her breasts rising and falling with each breath. She was looking at him with heavy-lidded eyes.
"Come here." She beckoned to him.
