Molly likes that noise, that reaction to what she's doing. So she does it again, squeezing the tip of his cock at the top and then stroking down and back up.

Her own breath hitches as she feels his finger at her entrance and she holds her breath as she waits for him to press inside. His fingers are larger and more calloused than hers and, god, it's been way too long since anyone has touched her there besides herself. If she had known during all those lonely nights that the person she was thinking of then would be the person who was touching her now, she would have come even quicker than she already did when thinking about him.