"You tasted good." His voice is nearing the lowest end of its register; he's almost whispering even though there's no one around to hear. But it gives him the opportunity to hear a tiny sound Molly makes, a sound that makes his fingers tighten a little on his cock.

Because now he can deduce that she's touching herself as he's talking.

His hand starts to move steadily, slowly, trying to replicate the way Molly's hand worked him on Saturday. "It made me--want to know what your clitoris feels like, on my tongue."