Molly huffs out a surprise laugh at his enthusiasm, bringing her arms up to help him rid her of the, apparently, extremely offending article of clothing.

"You don't have to wait for..." she starts but the thought dies in her throat as he's suddenly palming her bare breasts with his hands and trapping her hard nipples between his fingers. She let's out a whimper this time and unconsciously arches a bit to press her chest into his large, warm hands.