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I bend my knees and slide my cock home Jesus It’s been two hours since I was deep inside her like this Too fucking long--a lifetiether Her breasts are slick froers to her nipples and play with theainst hs I hiss at the sensation and pick up the pace just a little

Then she leans forward, bending at her waist and bracing her hands against the tiles I cover theether I pump in and out unhurriedly I kiss her back, her shoulder, her ear "You feel so fucking good, Kate"

Her head rolls on her neck, and shethat phrase is the dream of everymonk; you want to hear it

Yeah, I’ve heard it before But co it for the first and only ti "Harder, Drew…please"

I do as she asks with a groan I leave one hand on the wall and bring the other to her clit, so each tiers She , "Harder, Drew Fuck me harder"

When her co in on a raging house fire I push into her until she’s pinned against the wall, her cheek resting on the cold tile I thrust rough and fast Kate’s gratified screams echo off the walls, and we colorious

As the pleasure wanes, she turns, wraps her arms around my neck and kisses ether under the spray I can’t keep the awe out of ets better every tiht I was the only one who felt it" She looks up at me, bites her lip, and pushes esture But there’s so entle, the look in her eyes so cherishing, like I’ she’s ever seen Like I’m some kind of…treasure

Nor for cover--heading for the nearest exit

But as I stare at Kate’s face, one hand holding her waist, the other h her hair, I don’t want to run I don’t even want to look away And I don’t ever want to let go

"No…I feel it too"

Chapter 15

I’M NOT BORING YOU with these sordid details, a: Kate and I fucked each other’s brains out all weekend

But that’s not really ive you the full picture By taking the long way around, you get all the facts And a bird’s-eye view of all our little nificant at the tis I can think about

Everystuck in your head? Sure you have, everybody does And , , isn’t it? It’s second rate Because you don’t want to just hear it in your brain--you want it on the radio or live in concert Replaying it in yourre

Do you see where I’ with this?

Don’t worry, you will

Nohere was I? That’s right--Saturday night

"This is the perfect pillow"

We just ordered food--Italian--and we’re waiting for it to arrive Kate is sitting on my couch a one bedroom pillow in her lap

"The perfect pillow?"

"Yes," she says "I’h maintenance when it comes to pillows And this one is perfect Not too flat, not too puffy Not too hard, not too soft"

I smile "Good to know, Goldilocks"

We’ve decided to watch a reatest invention of our tiet up to fetch the re on the floor

Have I

Fun

All the good parts are easy to reach And the view is fantastic

As I turn to make my way back to the couch, a now-faar and springti lotion on her ar at a bone "What is this?"

I bring the bottle to ainst the pilloith a satisfied hs "Don’t snort it It’s ot you so revved up"

I look at the bottle Vanilla and lavender I take another deep sniff "It smells like you Every ti sunshine with brown sugar on top"

She laughs again "Aw, Drew, I didn’t know you were a poet William Shakespeare would be so jealous"

"Is it edible?"

She makes a face "No"

Too bad I’d have poured it on my food like a rich hollandaise Guess I’ll just have to settle for tasting it on Kate

Now that I think about it--that is the preferable option

"They et some"

It’s the first reference she’s made about a next time A hook-up at sorinds, the suggestion of a second go-around with Kate doesn’t fill er--excited--about the prospect

I stare at her for a e enjoy at her I couldKate Brooks