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Molly never imagined that one day she would have enough courage to let someone watch her as she touched herself. Yet now it seemed perfectly natural to share that intimate part of herself with the man she loved. After all Sherlock was right, they could trust each other blindly and there was no reason to be afraid to show themselves completely to each other, vulnerability and very intimate sides included.

Sherlock left a trail of wet kisses along Molly's neck and she tilted her head to one side to give him more access but he pulled away from her and moved to the end of the bed to get a better look at her, who had never been more tempting to him. How many times had she given herself pleasure thinking of him? Images of Molly touching herself with his name on her lips filled his mind and made him groan.

Sherlock's groan stirred in Molly the need to bring herself to completion. It didn't seemed possible to her yet, minute by minute, her arousal escalated simply because he was watching her. And he, for his part, couldn't turn his eyes away from her hard rosy nipples and her sultry hips bucking up against her hand.

"Oh, God, Molly…I want to touch you, put my mouth where your hand is now, make love to you again and again…and make you moan more than you already are" he gasped in breath as he undid his shirt's cuffs, "Look what are you doing to me!" his deeply hoarse voice and the things he said sent a jolt of lust straight to her core.

Molly's eyes went impulsively to Sherlock's groin were an obvious erection was encased inside those ridiculous tight trousers, "Take off your clothes, Sherlock" she managed to whisper muffling a moan, aware that her orgasm was building, "Yes, madam" he replied in a tone that was meant to be playful, but Molly noticed his eyes were dilated as he quickly got rid of his shirt, letting it slip carelessly to the floor.

She watched him with rapt gaze, breathing heavily as her hand worked herself quicker. Sherlock slowly slid his trousers and blue boxer down to his ankles and tossed them just under the bed. He stood gloriously naked for a moment then biting sensually his lip he walked over to her again.

He crawled on the bed leaning on his left side and placed a hand on the crown of her head brushing her forehead with his thumb. Molly glued her eyes to his, her breathing was fumbling and she knew her body was giving in to its own needs. She was on the verge of stumbling over the edge when Sherlock's mouth almost touched hers whispering "It's my turn" and withdrew her hand holding it up between their lips, she quivered in anticipation.

Sherlock watched her watching him taking her fingers into his mouth and sucking her juices clean. Humming in satisfaction he rolled on his back, "Get on top of me" he instructed her with a mischievous look on his face and Molly indulged him by straddling his hips, feeling him rubbing against her wet entrance.

She got up on her knees and was about to take him in her hand and position herself for him to enter her, but Sherlock had something else in mind "Not yet, Molly" his lips quirked in a sly smile as he slipped his body under hers until his mouth was inches away from her sex. She lowered her head and just seeing him between her legs made her moan loudly. Sherlock looked up for a brief moment and as he brought his mouth to the inside of her thigh, a muffled plea escaped from Molly's lips "Please…Sherlock, please", and then so softly he kissed, licked and nibbled here and there his way up to her core.

Having his mouth on her sex in that particular position made Molly feel like some kind of powerful goddess and his tongue delving in her folds or latching at her already sensitive bud drove her mad. Molly braced her hands on the wall to steady herself, so physically and emotional overwhelmed she was by his ministration and by his hands touching every bit of her skin they could reach.

She started to move as she felt her internal muscles clenched and unclenched, matching his tongue's swaying. Having being teased for so long there was no way she would be able to hold onto her release for much longer and as soon as she heard Sherlock groan against her, realizing he himself was getting turned on by what he was doing, Molly's orgasm washed over her.

Sated, she dropped her head in her arms using the headboard for support. As Molly caught her breath and her body relaxed, Sherlock swept along kneeling behind her. She turned lightly and saw him wipe his mouth with the back of his hand, and he had a look of such fulfilment on his face that she, in a tender tone, commanded him to kiss her.

The smile Sherlock gave her as he crawled on his knees pressing his body up against hers, lit up his gorgeous eyes. He put his hands next to hers on the headboard, gripping it firmly as their mouths melted in a scorching kiss. Testing herself on his lips and feeling his naked body's warmth against hers awakened the desire for him once again throughout her body, "I love you" Sherlock whispered softly, nibbling her earlobe and crossing his arms over her stomach.

Molly shifted back to increase the contact of their bodies and, after boldly taking his hands and guiding them to her breasts for him to cup them, she moved both her hands down to Sherlock's backside, pulling him to her as close as she could get him. She felt how much he was already affected and hummed a content "I love you too" bucking in a seductive way her hips against his as Sherlock's fingers pinched her nipples.

He pushed Molly's hair out of the way and began to palm, with his big ravenous hands, her neck and shoulders, then her back sending waves of chills all over her body. Quickly switching them over with his mouth, Sherlock kissed and nibbled at Molly's sensitive skin, making his way down to her round and firm buttocks.

Molly slowly bent on her four until her nipples brushed the sheets, lifting her butt in the air against Sherlock's erection. He itched his breath in his throat, drinking her beautiful naked form in. It would be easy for him to enter her and take her from behind. The very thought aroused him tremendously but it wasn't what Sherlock had in mind for their first time.

He lovingly called her name while continuing to fondle her bum. Molly lifted her head and turned to look at him, "Not like this" he whispered and she frowned, confused. As he lowered his eyes and those adorable cheekbones of his turned lightly pink, Molly narrowed her eyes and went back to her knees, facing him "Is it…too much for you?".

She ran a hand through his hair and then down his cheek, "I'm sorry…I didn't account you haven't had…" she bit her lower lip and blushed. Sherlock looked up and moved her hand from his cheek to his mouth, kissing her palm "That's not what you think. It's not about my…abstinence, I mean".

Molly gave him a puzzled look and he encircled her waist with his free arm to draw her closer. Sherlock looked deeply into her eyes, "I…I don't want to fuck you, Molly. Not tonight, at least". At his words her gaze became even more confused for, there was no doubt, that was not the message his body was sending her.

He cupped her jaw with both hands and, as her eyes instinctively turned downwards, Sherlock chuckled softly, "Oh, God, no! It's not that I don't want you" he leaned his forehead against hers, "Because I want you…you can feel how much I want you" his voice intense and deep, so full with emotion that it seemed to Molly that her heart was flipping in her chest.

"We've a lot of time for fast and hard sex" he carried on with a smug smirk and Molly couldn't help but imitate his cheeky smile as she laid her hands on his chest, "But tonight…I want to make love to you" Sherlock's words died on her lips, captured by his in a consuming kiss. "I want it to last as long as possible. I want it to be sweet and slow. I want to feel your body quiver under my touch" he stated with passion punctuating every sentence with hot kisses along her neck bringing their arousal skyrocket.

"I want to see you when you climax. I want to know I'm the one who makes you feel loved, sated, safe…" he stopped his speaking as he felt his curls being slightly pulled, and looked up at Molly who was leering at him, "Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much, Mr Holmes?" she whispered as she faintly intensified her grip on his dishevelled curls.

Sherlock grinned at her, encircling her waist with his arms, "Any suggestions to shut me up, Miss Hooper?" he asked seductively. Molly looked at the ceiling pretending to think about it, "Well, let's see…I'd start with this" she murmured moving her mouth close to his and nibbling his lower lip, "Not enough" he asserted with a sly little smile.

She smiled back at him as her hands left his hair and caressing his skin ran down his shoulders until they reached his slim hips. Glancing at him from under her lashes, Molly let the tip of her tongue swirl around Sherlock's left nipple and then his right, then she returned to his left one to suck and nibble and when she was done, turned the same treatment to his right one.

Sherlock's right hand slipped through her long hair and his left cupped one of her breasts squeezing it, "Barely enough" he moaned. Molly lifted her face to his, her arms looping around his neck, pulling him down to her so she could kiss him properly.

It was a matter of moments and his mouth opened to hers and Sherlock kissed her back with equal passion, they only stopped when they needed air and by then Molly had slid gently backwards on the mattress pulling Sherlock down with her.

"You did it" he told her, as he shifted ever so slightly so as not to crush hers with his body. The corner of Molly's mouth quirked in a small smile and hummed a reply pulling him to her for another hungry kiss. Sherlock put a hand behind her neck gently stroking her skin and Molly couldn't help but moan as his tongue eagerly explore her mouth. He then pulled away lingering his gaze on her. Intense, breath taking, emotional. She bit hard her lower lip, totally lost in his changeable eyes.

Molly could feel Sherlock's love for her with such an intensity that her heart was pounding madly in her chest, so she reached out and took one of his hand to put it where her heart was. They looked deeply into each other's eyes and Sherlock did the same with her hand, as he leaned his forehead against hers. "You…" he said but his sentence ended with a groan muffled into her mouth as her tongue latched with his in a very slow and sexy kiss.

Sherlock couldn't wait any longer and apparently neither did Molly because when he lay over her, she immediately nestled him between her legs. He took himself in his hand and grazed her wet entrance with his erection, searching for her eyes. She nodded her consent as her hands landed on his hips and smiled to him to encourage him to keep going.

Sherlock pushed into her with controlled slowness and a bit of hesitation as if it were the first time for him or as if he was afraid of hurting her. Molly's hands went on his shoulders caressing them to reassure him she was enjoying what he was doing to her. When was fully inside her, Sherlock stilled taking several deep breaths. He watched her for a brief moment, his eyes flew shut, before resting his head in the hollow of her neck.

"Molly, I need…" his breathing heavy, his mind pure jelly. The unexpected, intense and overwhelming sensations triggered by being intimately connected with Molly had taken his breath away and the ability to reason. For a moment he had thought that soon as he opened his eyes he would find that Molly had vanished, that it had all been a dream.

Molly hugged him tightly, feeling his body tremble, "It's ok, Sherlock. We can stop if it's a bit overwhelming for you…I understand" she whispered smoothing her hands down his back. Sherlock didn't say a word but leant on both his arms and raised his head looking at her with such love and desire that her breath caught in her throat. Before Molly could add anything else, he bent to capture her lips and she slightly surged up to meet his head halfway and when his tongue entered her mouth she thought she would come before he even started to move.

"You feel so fucking amazing, my love" he whispered softly as he started to slid out and pressing back in, causing her to moan out his name and cross her ankles on his backside. As promised Sherlock kept his movements slow, kissing her, taking her breasts in his mouth, licking and sucking them, causing Molly to arch her back so much her swollen nipples were pressed against his chest. He wanted to stay inside her as long as possible but Molly was close, he could tell by how the rhythm of her breathing had changed and how her hands squeezed his buttocks finely urging him to move faster.

Sherlock stood up slightly and slipped his hand down to gently rubbing her clit with his thumb all the while keeping to thrust in and out of her. She hummed and moan in pure delight, they both feeling her internal walls clenching around him, making him groan. "Oh, God! Oh, God!" she muffled her own cries of pleasure by biting her lower lip and digging her nails in Sherlock's skin as he quickened his pace.

The combination of Sherlock's thumb working her sensitive bud with his increased movements pushed her beyond the edge, her release hitting her with a force she had never experienced before. Seeing her completely undone by him, her body shivering under his, seemed to trigger his own climax and after a few more thrusts Sherlock joined her whispering her name.

Sherlock gently eased himself over her hiding his face on her shoulder. Molly held his weight and let out a sigh of satisfaction and contentment as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders whispering "I love you" here and there. He rolled onto his back carrying her with him, "I'm an idiot" he said sounding exhausted as she snuggled against his body resting her head on his chest.

"No, you're not" she retorted tracing random figures with her fingertips on his skin. Sherlock sighed moving his right arm under his head and reiterated "I'm an utterly idiot, I assure you", Molly raised her head shifting ever so slightly her body so that their lips could meet in a lazy kiss, "Okay" she said resting her chin on one hand, "You're an idiot" she agreed with him and then asked "How so?".

"I should have made love to you that night at the hotel" he admitted, "Having sex with the one you love is…" he paused, "Satisfying?" she suggested, "Fulfilling" he said, "It's like…the proverbial icing on the cake!". Molly giggled at his choice of words, "What is it?" he asked moving his arm to her waist, "No one had ever compared me to the icing…" Sherlock rolled his eyes as he shifted his body to face her.

"Speaking of icing…I have some honey in the kitchen" he whispered looking at Molly with a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I wonder what it tastes like on you" her eyes widened and a faint blush spread on her cheeks, "I'll be right back" he said sitting up but Molly dragged him down again "Don't you dare leave this bed, Sherlock Holmes!", he pouted a tiny bit "You need sleep and so do I".

She pulled up sheets and duvet to cover themselves and wrapped herself around him, "I'll make it worth your breakfast in the morning…we'll get some honey" she promised smiling up at him. Sherlock chuckled and settled better against her body "Yes, madam".