Molly watches him - the sight and sound and feel of him twitching in her hand are almost too much for her too. He is obscenely gorgeous as he falls apart. It's like he's been saving this up all those years, just for her to witness. She assumes he's pleasured himself before, but she knows it's always different when someone else is doing it. It once again hits her that she's the only one who has ever touched him like that, has seen that look on his face.

Her hand continues to pump him slowly as he rides out his orgasm but stops as soon as he seems spent. She leans in to press a soft kiss to his jaw as he comes down from the high. She is sticky and will need to get a tissue to clean them up soon, but she just wants to live this moment with him first.