Molly Hicks picked up her water bottle and she took a drink as he looked at Donovan Rocker. She had been getting closer to him. A person to lean on outside of his team while going through everything with Val. His team knew all about it, but she wasn't sure that he had even cared to tell her father. It was a strange dynamic at SWAT HQ. He cared for his people in a way that he wanted to make sure that they lived another day, but it seemed that he didn't care about most of the small stuff that could affect them. The separation and impending divorce were not a small thing. It wasn't Molly's place to invade there, though.

Rocker was finishing up his exercise routine, which he always did to make sure that he stayed fit for work. She was used to hanging back to allow him time to do what he wanted. Molly had never had a friend like him, and she knew that they weren't going to be friends for much longer. She wanted him. Hell, she knew that he wanted her, but he was scared to take that step. Molly got it. He had been in love with Val. He has forgiven her for a lot of shit, including things that might have gotten him kicked off SWAT. And in the end, she had left him and treated him like he was shit when she wanted something else.

Val had a new boyfriend very early on, and Molly thought that she was cheating before she asked him to separate. Then, she dragged out the divorce proceedings, and Rocker had gone along with it to avoid making waves that could damage his job.

Molly sipped at her water as she watched him move on the bike. His thighs were powerful, and she had been dreaming of them for a while. Even the orgasms just thinking about him were better than the last few guys she had sex with. It felt like she was underwater and coming up for air after too long without it. Now she just had to get him on the same page without making him worry about what was going to happen to his job. Molly would make sure that her father didn't retaliate against him. She hadn't talked about her last few boyfriends with her father. She got that Jim had worried about how her father would treat him, but Rocker wasn't Jim.

Jim wanted someone else and tried to settle for not getting what he wanted, but Molly knew it. She had tried to think he would fall in love with her and forget Chris. And then she had been so hurt, but because she had allowed herself to want something that wasn't hers to want.

Rocker finally started to slow down, pacing slower, letting his body cool down. Rocker wasn't even on call today, and it would only be hell that would drag him into work, and she had the day off as well. So, she had plans to make sure that while he knew she wanted him because of how sweet he was with her, she wanted him because of what he made her feel, she also really wanted some good fucking sex and if he wasn't going to give it to her, shew as going to find a hookup for it because she needed more than her toys. His pants left nothing to the imagination of what he was packing. That had featured in her visions when she was getting herself off. Thinking of his long and thick cock inside of her, giving her pleasure that she had never felt before. She had never had someone as big as him, but she also knew that she could take it.

"What's that look for?" Rocker asked.

Molly was pulled out of her thoughts. She smiled at him before taking a long drink of her water. She closed the cap on the bottle before slipping it into her bag at her feet. She hefted that up. She didn't leave her water out anywhere ever. Her father had taught her better than that.

"What look?"

"Honestly? Like you want to jump my bones," Rocker said.

Molly just smiled at him. He swallowed and stepped back just a little bit.

"How about we find a place to get something to eat, and we can talk."

Rocker nodded his head.

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Food ended up grabbing something from a deli and eating in the park because Molly didn't want to worry about people hearing them talking about anything. She didn't think that anyone would actually care to listen in, but she also knew that people would if they heard even part of it and realized that they were talking sex.

"We've been friends and want each other," Molly said.

"Agree," Rocker said, not meeting her eyes.

"This isn't just sex for me. I want to build a relationship, but it's also been a while since I've had a good orgasm that doesn't involve my vibrator, Donovan."

"Donny is fine, Molly." Donny swallowed like he had something stuck in his throat.

"Yeah, I'm not sure that I would want to call out Rocker during sex either. I like Donny. Donny is the guy I've gotten to know."

"Your father."

"I will handle him. Mistakes were made in how I let Jim handle Dad when we were together, and I've not been open with a single person I've been dating since because the lines were too blurry. I know he loves me and wants to protect me, but he doesn't know you."

"No, he doesn't. Just the person I am at work. I'll let you handle him. I'm not someone who needs his approval to date anyone, not even his daughter. You are your own woman."

Molly smiled at him. She was glad he was more than willing to let her handle her father. She would decide to tell him when the relationship turned into something serious, or if it never went anywhere, she would never tell him.

"As to the other part. I have missed a good orgasm, and this is not saying to you to make you put out, but I am going to get a good orgasm with someone else. I would prefer it to be you, but I can understand if you don't want to put out before the first date."

"This isn't a first date?" Donny asked.

That stopped Molly in her tracks. She looked at him. He was looking at her like she thought maybe she had been looking at him earlier.

"This could be a first date."

"Good because I am the kind of gentleman who likes to have a date under my belt before I rock a woman's world, unless I'm looking for a hookup. You don't need to go and find someone else. We are friends, we both want more, we are on a date, and we are craving the touch of someone who cares for us more than we are craving anything else."

Molly crossed her legs as she throbbed. "I've never taken a cock anywhere close to your size. So you are going to have to make sure I'm really wet.'

"I can do that. Yours or mine?"

"Dad likes to stop by my place, so yours. Days when he's working, he really doesn't, so that we can split our time between places."

"We will need to stop for condoms then because I haven't used one in years, and I am not going bare, even if I trust you that you have birth control and you are clean."

"I am clean and I am on birth control, but I agree that an accident is not worth it. Dental dams?"

"If you are clean, I don't mind eating you out without anything between us. I've used dams before, and I don't mind that you would rather I did, but we would need to get them."

"I don't think we need it." Molly wasn't sure that she would last to them getting home. The few spots she had found in the city for quick makeouts and the like were swirling in her head. She wondered if Donny knew more of them. He had to know places to set up.

"What's that look for?" Donny asked. He picked up his drink and took a sip, his eyes never leaving her face. He moved with a grace that Molly had noticed in a lot of the older SWAT members. There was no wasted movement. She had just never found that hot before, and now she did.

"Trying to figure out if I can get an orgasm before we get back to your place is all."

"Before or after we pick up condoms and the morning after pill?"

Molly was startled at that, but she could see that having the pill on hand, if they did have a condom break or something, would be a good idea. It was that he thought about it. He wanted to make sure that she had the things that she wanted to feel safe. The kind of things that would make it easier to keep on going in the relationship.

"Either, but not like a quick one in the car, not full-on sex. When I get you inside of me, I want to enjoy it and feel it. I wanna slide down on you and savor the ache of being filled. I was just thinking of something to take the edge off for me."

"And me?"

Molly just grinned. Donny's eyes darkened in lust.

"I know a place we can go to that's not too far from here," Donny said.

"Yeah?"

"And it's in the parking lot for a good drug store, so you can go inside and get condoms while wet from orgasm."

Molly rubbed her legs together because that shouldn't be as hot as it was. "And what are you going to do while I'm in the store?"

"I'm going to make sure that none of my team or friends come around to help cheer me up. They do when I get down about Val and the end of what we had. It's been a few days since they have been by, so they could very well show up. They won't if they think I'm entertaining someone else. They at least have that kind of decorum."

Molly nodded. She looked at their debris on the table and then at the closest trash can. Donny handed over the keys to his truck, and he nodded toward it before he started to clean up their food items. Moly took the keys and her drink, and she headed for the truck. She eyed her car before she decided that it would be safe there for now. Later, Donny would bring her back, and then she would go home. It was at least a plan.

Grabbing what she needed from her car, she locked it before she got into Donny's truck. She was wearing a skirt now, and she was so wet that she needed to flip the skirt around so that she didn't soak the backside of it. She lifted up and sat down again, the back of the skirt pressing between the back of the seat and her lower back. She grinned at Donny, who walked toward the truck, his gaze locked on her, but moving slowly, like he had all the time in the world.

Molly had lovers she had been enamoured with before. She wasn't in love with Donny; it was way too soon, but she wanted him. She bit her lip when Donny kept his gaze on her, his thighs being shown off in his tight jeans.

"This is going to kill me," Molly said.

Donny mostly disappeared as he walked around the truck and opened the door. He climbed inside, and his gaze was on the area around the truck, looking around for people. "We are pretty clear here, but not nearly enough for me to enjoy what I want you to do."

"And what is that?"

"I wanna see you get yourself off, flip that cute little skirt up and show off those panties, watch you slide your hand down inside and work yourself to orgasm as you talk about what you want me to do to you."

"You don't want to see me?"

"That's for the privacy of our apartments," Donny said.

Molly rubbed her legs together again before she did as he wanted her to do, flipping up that skirt to show off her panties. She thankfully had a pretty set on, not sexy, but at least they didn't have holes and were not white. She spread her legs a little, and the wet spot on the crotch had to be visible to him.

Donny started up the truck and carefully backed out of the spot and into the traffic flow around the park.

"I can't wait for you to taste me," Molly sai when the traffic thinned out into normal flowing traffic for the area. "your tongue lapping at the wetness of me, pushing inside of me like you can't get enough of the taste of me and you need to get it from the source. To feel your hands hold me down and making me take what you want to give me, never enough because my hole is mostly empty but more than enough to wrench orgasm after orgasm out of me, then when I'm sated and can barely move, you fill me up with your cock."

"Such pretty words," Donny said.

Molly laughed and she teased her fingers at the top of her underwear. She could see his gaze darting to her, so she slipped the tips under and moaned as the feel of her own hand there, teasing herself as much as she was teasing him. It was hell not to have his hands on her. She wondered if he knew a place where they could end up with her on the back seat and him between her legs, and him feasting on her. That was for another time.

"Can you last long enough to get where we are going?"

"For you, anything."

Molly kept up the stream of things she had visualized him doing to her over the last few weeks. She could see the flush on Donny's face as he pulled them into a parking lot that was not too full, but he took them to a part that was covered from being visible from the street, and he had a good line of sight all around them. He left the truck running, but he turned in his seat to look at her.

"Now be a good girl," Donny said.

Molly slipped her hand down, teasing her mound before she found her clit and rubbed over it just a little. She didn't contain the moan that wanted to slip out. She was wet, and the seat was going to show that, but thankfully, the seats were fabric and would be easy to clean.

"I'm so wet," Molly said.

"Yeah? I could use you to drench my cock before sliding inside of you?"

Molly nodded, and she slipped her finger down lower, finding her folds and parting them before she got her whole hand into her underwear. She teased her hole as she got the folds apart and she felt the little rush of more slick from her and she moved back up to tease at her clit again.

"I want your hands on me, but I'll settle for imagining them right now. The way you could use your big hand to finger my hole at the same time that your palm worked my clit. The utter way you could wreck me before getting your cock inside of me. Wear me out so that I pass out after you finally get that last orgasm out of me. Then take care of me after, cleaning me up, putting me to bed before waking me up the next morning with your head between my legs, having breakfast by eating me out."

"I'd do a lot to get my head between your legs. Once we hit the point where we don't need condoms, I'd even eat myself out of you before wrecking you again."

Molly came with that visual in her head, her hand stopping what it was doing, but she was still orgasming. Her eyes closed in pleasure and when she opened them again, she looked at Donny to see that his cock was hard in his jeans, she reached over with her clean hand and felt him up. The first touch like that on him. She could feel how much thicker he was now. Soft, Donny was big, but now he was massive. She wanted that inside of her as soon as possible, but she also wanted him on his knees before her on the couch. She would have to decide which one she wanted more.

"Now be good and go and get the condoms and anything else you want to get. Don't forget the pill."

Molly lifted up long enough to get her skirt to rights before using a wipe Donny handed her to clean up her hand. She would have licked her fingers clean, but that felt like a step too far for the moment. That could come later.

The trip into the store was the quickest run Molly had ever done. She found the condoms that were big enough for him, the morning after pill that had the longest date, and then she looked at the small selection of fun things, but decided against any of them. Most were too small for him.

When Molly climbed back into the truck, music was playing, and Donny was typing things out on his phone.

"Successful?" Donny asked.

"Very, just got condoms and the pill, nothing else struck my fancy."

"That's okay. Now, to my place?" Donny asked.

Molly nodded. She got settled, flipping her skirt up again because she was still so soaking wet, and she still didn't want to get her skirt that wet and have people behind her think that she had peed herself.

"WAnna show me how wet you are now?"

Molly did. She moved to where she was half facing him as much as she could in the seat, and flipped her skirt up. She rolled it this time to make sure that it didn't roll down. She spread her legs and showed off how soaked the crotch of her panties was. She teased the edge of the crotch and showed off her clean-shaven area. She didn't like to have the hair there because it itched her favorite underwear, and it was easier to keep it all clear than it was to shave just to make it easier to wear her underwear.

"Can't wait to get my mouth on you."

Molly realized that they hadn't even kissed yet. She had spread her legs and gotten off for him in a show, but they hadn't kissed yet. As soon as they were in the elevator to head up to his place, she was going to fix that. With her plan in mind, Molly watched Donny drive. Just like everything else, there was no movement wasted. He drove like it was a mission, his gaze focused on the road and everyone around them. His attention only wandered when he was stopped at lights, then his gaze was wholly on her, from the swell of the breasts under her top to the wet spot on her crotch. She loved it. She felt wanted, she felt loved. No one had ever looked at her like that, and it wasn't just some want for a night.

No, Donny made her feel like he wanted her for the rest of their lives. It was something to think about later, a little longer down the road.

The parking garage at Donny's place was empty when they parked. She carried her backpack and the bag of stuff to the elevators, and Donny got his stuff out of his truck and followed more sedately. Then we were in the elevator and he hit the button for his floor.

As soon as the doors closed, she was there pushing him back into the wall and kissing him. She didn't leave him a single bit of quarter as she tipped her head and licked at the seam of his lips.

Then he was devouring her, like she wanted him to do between her thighs. There was nothing but this, the press of his body on hers and leg between her thighs, pressing her skirt to her crotch and rubbing just right, getting her going again as she felt his cock pressing into her as she rode his leg. She felt like a teenager again, wanting and needing without a care in the world.

Molly had to pull back when the elevator slowed down. She didn't want anyone getting on to see them like that. Donny was panting, and she knew her lips were swollen from the kiss. Anyone getting on would know what they had been doing. At least they weren't going to be caught in the act.

Donny had his keys out as they walked to his place. He opened the door and slung his stuff onto a table just inside the door. Molly laid her stuff there as well and tossed the bag of condoms and pills onto the couch. Then she was on him again, pressing him to the door to close it and kissing him. He allowed her to have the upper hand for a few moments before he was spinning them, lifting her up, and letting her wrap her legs around him. His jeans-covered cock pressed to her pussy and she moaned into the kiss. She wanted to feel that inside of her as soon as possible, but there was so much else that she wanted to do. She caught the back of his neck and kept him kissing her when she felt like he was going to move back.

Molly loved how he held her against the wall, but she also loved when he pulled her off the wall and carried her toward the couch. He went down on his knees, setting her down on his couch and breaking the kiss.

"Keep your skirt on, but I'm getting those panties off." Donny pushed her to lean back against the cushion, and then he was working her underwear down her legs, tossing them to the side, not seeming to care where they landed, then he was holding her legs open and looking at her.

"Lick me clean," Molly commanded, and Donny did it.

He leaned and kissed her mound before he sucked on her clit. Molly grabbed a cushion behind her head and then the one beside her thigh, holding on as Donny started to eat her out, first cleaning her up and then making a new mess of her.

Donny didn't stop when the first orgasm crashed over her; she held on as she was worked through it, and then he started again, working her up to another orgasm with his head between her legs and his hands not doing anything besides holding her open.

Just when she was on that edge again, blunt fingers touched her hole, and then his thumb slipped inside, and it was what pushed her over that second orgasm. She started to close her thighs because she needed a break. Donny kissed her mound again, and then he kissed up. He worked her shirt open as he did, stopping only when it was fully open and she was on display.

"Bedroom?" Molly asked.

"Can you walk?"

Molly shook her head, so Donny moved to get her legs around him again and then looped her arms around his neck before he moved her again, carrying her to the bedroom. She could have walked it. That was no issue. She just really liked this part. She waited for him to drop her on the bed before she took off her shirt and tossed it aside. Her skirt was covering her up again, and now she didn't care about the wet spot that was getting all over it. She just looked at Donny, who was working his shirt off and then his shoes. He got down to just his jeans before he pulled off her shoes. He tossed those to the side, then got down on the floor to pull her to the edge of the bed.

Lying back, Molly looked up as Donny licked her again, from hole to clit and then he spread her folds and worked her on his fingers. They were thick and gave a little stretch as he got two inside of her, making her moan, making her body sing as she got worked up and ready for his cock. She reached for the bag that Donny had snagged at some point in lifting her up, and she found the condoms.

"I wanna feel the stretch, but not be hurt," Molly said.

Donny hummed before he pulled out his fingers and pushed back inside with three. She was so fucking wet that he didn't need to worry about that part of things. She hoped that he had lube, just in case, and especially if she wanted to stroke him off at some point. She lay there and took what he did to her. She knew that the third orgasm was on the books, but she wasn't sure how he wanted to go about it because this was all about making sure that she was loose enough for him.

Molly groaned when he pulled his fingers out of her. He got up and opened up his jeans, dropping them and his underwear to show off his cock. He was bigger than she thought; the jeans had constricted him somewhat. She was looking forward to the first time she had him in her mouth now, the feeling of being filled up that way.

"You are so wet, and your thighs are soaked. i could just get down there, hold your thighs together and fuck them with no issue. Let you see my cock peeking in and out. Hold myself and gently rock, and then come that way, all over your belly."

"I'd hold your head down there to lick it off."

"Don't threaten me with a good time." Donny got on the bed and he knee-walked up to her.

Molly waited for what he was going to do next, and what he did was reach under her back and undo her bra with one hand as the other was tugging it down. She let her arms slip out of it, and when she was on display for him, "Too small?"

"Nah, just right, I think." Donny reached down and cupped one of her breasts, and then he moved his hand to hold it; it fit perfectly in his hand. "Yeah, just perfect."

"In me?"

"Hmm, you want to be filled up?" Donny leaned up and he gripped his cock, wagging it up and down a little. "Don't need to be worked up to it more?"

"No, come on, get that condom on and fill me up."

"You okay keeping that skirt on?"

"Fetish?"

"A new one, it seems. I'm never going to be able to see you in this skirt without remembering this, Molly. The way you feel on my mouth, the sounds you make when I'm getting you off. Everything about you just sets me off. I never wanted someone as much as I wanted you, but I also know that if we hit a point where sex wasn't this much, we would be fine. You are the first person I have ever gotten this close to. I always thought it would grow between Val and me, but it never did. I tried, and I realized about two months after she left me that she didn't want this kind of life, but she was too enamoured with the money to leave me. She makes enough, and the method of divorce means that I'm pushing for no alimony. We don't have kids, and she's been fine on her own lately."

Molly got the box open, and she held out a condom. It should be a turn-off to talk about his soon-to-be ex-wife, but she saw it for what it was. Donny was opening up about something that hurt him while also telling her how much she meant to him, even without sex.

"Get that inside of me," Molly said, turning the conversation back to what it needed to be.

Donny took the condom and he ripped it open, rolling it down his cock in one smooth move. Whatever skills he used for that were something that turned her on. She knew it was part of the whole thing of being one of the best when it came to being a cop.

Molly spread her legs, letting her skirt fall up to where it was poled at the point where her thighs met her abdomen. She loved watching as Donny rutted up and down her pussy, getting the condom at least a little slick from her. She had never been this wet before. She wasn't sure that she thought she could get this wet before. She had no idea what to expect when he pressed the head of his cock to her hole and waited.

Donnny didn't move to push inside. No, he waited for her to nod at him, and only then did he start to push in. The head felt so big and Molly was so on edge that the way her hole closed around him as the head was inside made her come again.

"So you like them big?" Donny asked.

Molly bit her lip, and she nodded her head. She had never thought that she cared about the size of a cock but this felt like he was touching her everywhere. The looseness of her body and the slick that came with another orgasm had him sliding into her with ease. She groaned when his pelvis hit her legs, and then he was all the way inside of her.

"I can't wait to feel you without a condom, knowing that you could get me pregnant with one fucking."

"And you want kids?" Donny asked.

Molly pulled his head down, loving the way that he covered her and it made her feel safe, despite the cock lodged inside of her.

"I do. I do want kids. I want them to have your nose."

Donny kissed her as he started to move, his whole body getting into pulling out of her and pushing back in. This was making love, this was making themselves one being instead of two seeking pleasure. Donny made love to her through another orgasm, and then he stopped, pressed all the way inside of her, but he wasn't coming. No, he had a wicked grin on his lips as he pulled out of the kiss she had kept him in while they made love. He sat up and pulled her to him around the waist and then he was moving, he rolled them, putting himself on his back with her astride his thighs, his cock still lodged inside of her. She sank down on him a little and felt like she was seeing stars at how deep he was now.

"Why don't you take what you want now? Own your pleasure and use me."

Molly moved a little, rocking instead of letting him pull out of her. She angled herself to rub her clit on him as much as she could and then she started to move. He reached down and cupped a breast, holding it as she moved on him, her other wiggling as she moved. His gaze was locked there, and Molly knew he had a few fetishes she could get behind. She wondered if she could find a good schoolgirl skirt to wear, get a white shirt, even one of his own, and wear it with her bra showing, looking like Britney Spears of long ago.

"You like what you see?" Molly asked.

Donny nodded his head.

"Good because I like what I see as well. I like what I feel as well." Molly clenched on him. She had one good orgasm left in her, and then she was going to be done; she might even need a nap. She pushed all the way down before rocking again, letting just the movement happen.

Donny came a few rocks later, his hands sliding down to clamp on her hips and hold her in place as he came.

Molly had never found a relationship that she thought she would want to have kids someday, as she came with the feeling of Donny coming, she thought about it. When she slumped down, sweaty and sated to rest on his chest, his arms coming around her, holding her in place and keeping his cock inside of her as she had aftershocks from the force of the orgasm, she thought about it. She thought about kids with Donny's nose, his smile, and her eyes. Her hair. Her father had never really asked about kids too much because he wanted Molly to have the life that she wanted, and that included kids when she was ready. He might even forgive it being kids with Donny if he was allowed to be as much of a grandpa as Molly knew he was craving to be.

"I think that ruined me for sex with anyone else ever again, Miss Hicks," Donny said.

Molly pushed up enough to look down at him, her glare in place. "Really?"

"I always call him commander, not Hicks, so your name doesn't really connect but I could be persuaded to call you ma'am and beg so sweet for your love."

Molly clenched around him, and he hissed.

"We might want to get that condom out of me before we break it."

Molly pouted, but she let Donny get his hand down to hold it in place as she slipped off him. She moved off the bed, taking the condom with her when he got it off his cock. When Donny tried to get up, she pressed him into the bed. "Stay."

"Yes, Ma'am," Donny said, a smirk on his lips.

Molly cleaned herself up, her thighs still utterly soaked, then she cleaned the rag again and grabbed a dry hand towel to dry them off. She found that Donny had settled with his arms behind his head, looking smug. He had every right; he knew how to use his tools for a good time. Molly just smiled at him before she tossed the rag at him. He caught it with a sure hand and started to clean himself up, taking care to do well with his cock. He looked like he was getting hard again as he cleaned himself. Molly walked over and she patted his cock dry, touching with her hand as well as the towel.

"Looks like you cock thinks you aren't done," Molly said.

"It's a liar," Donny said.

"Yeah, really it is?" Molly leaned over and licked its head.

Donny hissed and dropped the rag. He looked like he wanted to reach out to touch or something like it.

"I thought that it was going to be a little while before I got my hands and mouth on this, but I think that since you rocked my world with so many orgasms, I can at least get you off a second time."

"Never let it be said that I don't give a woman a good time if she wants it."

Molly was careful as she took the head into her mouth, licking around the head before sliding a little more down. There was no chance of fitting it all inside of her mouth and she wasn't good at deep throating so she wasn't going to try it with the size of his cock. She let a little spit fall out of her mouth around the cock and then used her hands on the parts that she didn't take into her mouth, sliding them up and down a few times before she dropped one to his balls as well.

"Fuck Molly," Donny said and he was gripping her hair, holding, not directing but holding, almost like he was grounding himself.

She was sure that her hair was already messed the hell up, so she just let Donny do what he wanted. After a few minutes, he had his fingers threaded in, and he was holding her head and less of her hair. Then, he started to direct a little, not a lot, just a little faster and a little harder. She let it happen, let him direct what he wanted when it came to her sucking his cock.

Despite his orgasm minutes before, he was getting harder under her hands and her mouth and she wasn't shocked when he made a shocked sound and then tried to use her head and get her off his cock. He had eaten her out so well that she wasn't going to stop this; she had swallowed before, and this was no different. She fought the hand, and Donny gave up, not forcing her.

Donny's hand fell off her head as he came, filling her mouth. When it hit her tongue, she was shocked that it wasn't nearly as bad as she had tasted before, probably because of his diet. She swallowed and let him keep on going until he started to soften in her hands. She grabbed the rag he had dropped and when she was done sucking on the head of his cock, she cleaned him up carefully, going down his shaft to make sure that there was no spit left. Then she dried him again.

"Nap time?" Molly asked. She tossed the rag and the towel toward the bathroom.

"Sure thing," Donny said. He felt around on the nightstand and came back with something. It was a remote of some kind, and he set something. "Not sure where my phone is but this is something that I use when I need to be up after a shit night of working. I set it for just over an hour from now. There are clothes in that drawer you can change into."

"Or we can stay naked."

Donny laughed, and he nodded. He got up and pushed the blanket back, and the over blanket was put on the floor. Molly took off her skirt and tossed it to the side. She would raid his closet for something to wear when she was awake and they had showered, probably with more orgasms between them. She wanted him to hold her against the wall and fuck her. She felt herself getting wet again from the idea.

Once he was down how he wanted, Molly moved and curled into his side, resting her head on his shoulder and enjoying the blanket being pulled over her. They had a lot to talk about but the sex was fucking good, just like the conversations they had been having over the last while. She was more than willing to see where this all went.

"Sleep well, Molly," Donny said before he kissed the top of her head.

"You too, Donny. You, too." Molly closed her eyes and felt Donny slipping into sleep like he was pushing himself to do it. She enjoyed his arm around her and let herself drift off, thinking about what she was going to wake up to.

The End