[04:53] (Molly) *she gently lays her hand on his cheek with a smile, her other hand on his thigh*
[04:56] (Morgan)  *he murmurs quietly* missed
[04:56] (Molly) Missed?
[04:56] (Morgan) * he chuckles to himself*
[04:58] (Molly) *she smiles, running her thumb across his bottom lip* I'm planning to heat the oven to make the cake rise nicely 
[04:58] (Morgan) I see... *he smiles*
[05:00] (Molly) *she leans in close, replacing her thumb with the tip of her tongue, gently sliding along the lip
[05:01] (Morgan) *he sighs contentedly*
[05:03] (Molly) *she softly sucks his lip into her mouth, flicking her tongue back and forth along it. She nibbles at it while he hand travels higher 
[05:05] (Morgan) *he groans slightly, a noise born of lust*
[05:07] (Molly) *she whimpers at the sound, firmly slanting his lips across his and kissing him hard*
[05:08] (Morgan) *he rises up towards her, pressing his lips to hers, almost painfully*
[05:11] (Molly) *she moans into his mouth, encouraging his lips to part by opening hers. With her free hand, she holds his tightly*
[05:12] (Morgan) *his lips part, tongue darting into her mouth, grazing across her teeth*
[05:14] (Molly) *her body arches, crushing her soft breasts against him. Running her tongue up the underside of his, breathing fast, her fingers wander up his hand to his wrist, her thumb and forefinger unable to encircle it*
[05:19] (Morgan) *he tongue continues its assault, swirling around hers*
[05:21] (Molly) *she manages to get a firm grip on his wrist, holding it by his thigh. Her kiss becomes harder, more urgent
[05:23] (Morgan) *he doesn't resist, instead becoming a little more compliant*
[05:26] (Molly) *she twists it a little, not painfully but to just before the point of discomfort. She rubs against him slowly like a cat in the sun. She pushes her tongue in deeper, exploring the heat of his mouth*
[05:28] (Morgan) *he relaxes his jaw a little, almost sucking her in*
[05:31] (Molly) *continuing the kiss, she skilfully manages to move herself off the seat. Letting go of his wrist, she gathers her skirts and petticoats and straddles his lap*
[05:32] (Molly) Better? *she murmurs, lips against his *
[05:32] (Morgan) Much
[05:33] (Molly) *she presses herself down on to him, fidgeting slightly. Her hands find both of his*
[05:34] (Molly) ((onto his lap, not his manhood lol))
[05:45] (Morgan) *he grinds his hips slightly*
[05:47] (Molly) *she groans, shifting down further to feel his hardness pressed against her. She takes each wrist tightly in her hands, holding him firmly*
[05:48] (Morgan) *again he doesn't resist, waiting to see what she does next*
[05:51] (Molly) *she holds them against the seat. Drawing her mouth from his, she kisses his cheek and chin and down to the hot smooth skin on his neck, light fluttery kisses. Her hips rotate, grinding down on him*
[05:52] (Morgan) *again he groans, a deep guttural rumbling, squirming his hips up to hers*
[05:55] (Molly) *her thighs clasp hard against his, moaning softly in response. She sucks his skin into her mouth, holding it captive there just as she holds his wrists with her hands and his body beneath hers. She traces her tongue in a little pattern over the skin 
[05:56] (Morgan) *he makes a quick 'huh' sound and leans his head back to allow her better access*
[05:58] (Molly) *she squirms against him, burying her face in his neck, sucking, licking and nipping at him, slowly at first but becoming more forceful and passionate 
[06:03] (Morgan) *he grunts at each bite,
[06:03] (Morgan)  With a notable twitch of his hips*
[06:04] (Molly) *she bites him harder, right on the edge of pain. She whimpers as she's doing it. Her hands tighten on his wrists*
[06:05] (Morgan) *he groans, almost a growl, thrusting his hips upward, grinding into her thighs*
[06:08] (Molly) *her nails press against his skin hard as she moans loudly. She rocks forward and back, rubbing herself against his erection. She licks gently as if soothing him before biting him hard again 
[06:10] (Morgan) *he jumps slightly, exhaling sharply at the bite, his manhood noticeably hardening each time*
[06:12] (Molly) *she fidgets on his lap, seeking relief from the hot,full sensations her arousal has brought. She bites him hard enough to hurt, but the pain is very brief as she licks the skin*
[06:14] (Morgan) *he draws a breath, hissing across his lips, though the twitch in his groin belies his arousal*
[06:16] (Molly) *she speaks quietly, low and laced with desire* do you want me to stop ?
[06:16] (Morgan) *he moves his wrists, testing her grip slightly* god no
[06:19] (Molly) *she wriggles against him, and his assessment of her grip causes her to tighten it, preventing all but brute force movement. Her nails dig in also as if to reinforce the point. Her kissing and licking becomes frenzied, interspersed with a mix of gentle, teasing bites, designed to frustrate*
[06:21] (Morgan) *he groans again, his hips moving in jerky motions*
[06:23] (Molly) *at last she bites him hard again, quite painfully. She squeezes his thighs with hers.*
[06:24] (Morgan) * he all but growls, a mixture of pain and abdomen deep desire*
[06:27] (Molly) *she bites him again repeatedly, not letting up, wave after wave of pain/pleasure. She grinds rhythmically against him, moaning quietly. She twists his wrists to almost the point of pain. 
[06:29] (Morgan) *he begins to shudder, murmuring* please...
[06:31] (Molly) Please do what, my love? *she bites him again, right at the base of his neck where it meets his shoulder*
[06:31] (Morgan) *he grunts* please, tease me no more
[06:33] (Molly) *she whimpers loudly, biting again. This time she does twist his wrists enough for the pain to spark there.*
[06:34] (Morgan) *he jumps, groaning again*
[06:37] (Molly) *she pulls away, though a little reluctantly. Slowly she slides off his lap, freeing his wrists. She knees at his feet. Her cheeks are flushed, pupils wide and eyes full of lust. Breathing fast, her rapid heartbeat flickers at her throat. 
[06:38] (Morgan) * he watches her, breath coming in short gasps*
[06:39] (Molly) *she watches his expression hungrily as her fingers deftly undo both trouser buttons and pull down the flap*
[06:41] (Morgan) *he  watches her intently, wda
[06:41] (Morgan) Watching her hands*
[06:44] (Molly) *she wraps both hands around his thick length, feeling the familiar steel-wrapped-in-velvet sensation across her palms. She studies him, pupils dilating further as she begins to stroke him from base to swollen, wet tip. She fidgets, thighs pressing together and squeezing her deliciously 
she watches his eyes as her gentle fingertips play across his length. Her cheeks are flushed, biting her lower lip*
*he stares intensely at her, his pupils wide, breathing coming in rapid bursts*
*she grins, leaning closer oh-so-slowly. Knelt between his thighs on the shifting carriage floor, she looks at him almost shyly from beneath lowered lashes as her deep pink lips hover an inch above his tip*
*he holds his breath, keeping very still, waiting for her descent*
*she brings her mouth to his swollen flesh with a gentle, chaste kiss. Her hands knead his thighs. She pulls away with a playful grin*
Have I kissed you all better now?
*he looks vaguely disappointed*
If you wish to stop, then do.
*she looks surprised, as if she hadn't considered that line of thought*
No, liebling...
*a smile plays across her face and she speaks quietly*
Perhaps you want to see how much I -don't- wish to stop?
*he nods silently*
*she looks pleased. Moving closer between his thighs, she keeps her gaze on his whilst her hands stroke his legs. She brings her mouth to him, soft warm lips parting over his head. With a quiet pop, she sucks him into her eager mouth*
*he jumps slightly before moaning at the warmth of her mouth*
*her fingers tighten on his thighs. Gently exploring him with her tongue inside her mouth, she glances up at the noise, brows coming together in an expression of longing and lust. She runs her tongue around the prominent ridge of his head*