Oh, she planned on wearing it raw if the foreplay was any indication. She was barely able to get her own name past her lips, "Molly," she managed. Such a damnably common name back in Erie, but at the moment she didn't mind it so much.
The feeling of his mouth on her tits had a lot to do with that, as with his hands moving over her. That alone had her testing the way his name rolled off her tongue when colored with Dublin brogue. She returned the favor of the hands though, not wanting to leave any part untouched.