Chapter Eleven
Kevin knew he wouldn’t last long. He’d been doing nothing but jacking off to mental images of Kathy for weeks. And now he had her n***d in his arms.
He sank deep inside her and buried his face in the crook of her neck. She smelled good. Sweet like her flowers. He thought he could die right here, and it would be the perfect way to go.
But his body demanded that he move, that he pump into her, make her come again, tight on his c**k. Propping himself up on one elbow, he hooked the other under her knee, opening her wider so he could go deeper.
He pumped his hips slowly at first, long strokes to feel every inch of her on him. Her fingers glided along his shoulders in a lazy motion. He wanted her frantic and wild again, so he picked up the pace and kissed her. His tongue mimic
