Molly Hooper

"Mm, generally." He pauses to suck a red mark into a tender spot along her ribcage before beginning to kiss the hollow of one hip. "The average will naturally go down during times I'm not on business trips." Sherlock trails his tongue from the top of her thigh to the gentle swell of her mons, a smile curving his mouth. "How many times did you masturbate while I was in Cardiff, Molly? I was there two days, and I had to make myself come five separate times to keep the edge off."