If he had more processing space right now, he'd feel absurdly proud of himself--zero practical sexual experience, and he's still figured out how to make Molly whimper. But the sound is too sweet and the thrill that goes all the way up his arms and into his chest is too intense to leave that much room for his ego. For once.

He pushes her backwards a little with his own weight, down toward the mattress, and the slide of so much skin on skin is a breathless revelation he knows it'll take him years to unravel.