Katy squeaked with pleasure, and Dillon drunk in the smell and taste of her, like a sip of cool sweetwater after four years in the desert. He never thought this would happen again, but here they were. When her tears abated she wiped her cheeks with her fingertips. Don’t worry, I think you’ll like her. That was a first, but he held her tightly, felt the curves of her body hard against his. “Of course,” he said. He could almost feel the inhaled breaths of the hushed attendants on his goose-fleshed arms as he strode to the podium. I’m not a kid anymore.”
Katy paused, looked deep into his eyes, sighed, kissed his nose and said: “That’s for sure.”
They held each other, closed their eyes, and drifted off, resting in the glow of their lovemaking. His roommate’s girlfriend had been staying over a lot anyway, and now she could just move in and take his place. “So, how did you get over the fear?” he asked. A strong, attractive woman. I can’t remember the last time I felt good. “Are you?”
It was only ten minutes later. Pushing, grinding, overdoing.
