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better leverage and they kept up the frenzied pace, every inch of their bodies pulsing as one. Her breathing grew ragged, signaling that she was close. Two more violent thrusts were enough to push her over the edge, and she screamed out her release.
    “Yes, baby.” With a growl that was almost a roar, Steve gave in to his own orgasm.
    Once he was spent, he plopped down on the bed next to her. Through a haze of satisfaction, she shifted to her side, laid a leg across his thighs, and rested her head on his muscled chest, listening to the steady thump, thump, thump of his heart.
    When the drumbeat finally slowed to a normal rhythm, Steve’s fingers tangled in her hair. “Are you okay?”
    She smiled. Just like a guy to fish for compliments about his performance, but in this case she had no problem offering praise. He’d certainly earned it. Already she could cross one item off the to-do list. She tilted her head so she could see his face. “More than okay, but I think you know that.” She shook her head. “Damn, a simultaneous orgasm our first time together. I didn’t see that coming. Pun intended.”
    His eyes were still glazed and unfocused, but he managed a smug smile. “I did. No way was I going to come before you.”
    “You’d already taken care of me. You didn’t have to wait.”
    “Sure I did. A woman like you wouldn’t settle for less than the best.”
    “What kind of woman do you think I am?” Kathryn teased.
    “Off the charts hot.”
    “Really?” slipped out involuntarily. Surely he’d been with hotter.
    “Oh yeah.” His hand skimmed down her torso and settled between her thighs. “You already want more.”
    She hadn’t realized she did, but to her surprise, at the first touch of his fingers she was wet again. The trouble was, she felt a little sore. “Not yet,” she said.
    He untangled himself from her and scooted across the mattress to kneel between her legs. “Yes, Katie, now.” He spread her legs as wide as they’d go and cool air brushed across her folds, making her shiver. She was dimly aware of him producing another condom and covering himself.
    She tried again. “Stevie...”
    “Enough talk.” He lifted her heels onto his shoulders and leaned forward, bringing his mouth down on hers, his tongue demanding entrance. His hands cupped her breasts, and his rapidly swelling cock pressed against her mound, making her squirm. Focused on that delicious pressure and the movement of his velvety tongue, she could almost forget her awkward, exposed position. It wasn’t like her to be so uninhibited, but her gut told her she was safe. She pushed at his steel-hard pecs to end the kiss and whispered, “Be gentle.”
    “Gentle can be fun.” He scraped the pads of his thumbs across her nipples, triggering an electric shock in her core that made her gasp.
    “I knew you were ready,” he said. She ought to have been annoyed at his smugness, but she felt too good to care. She wiggled her bottom until the tip of his penis slipped inside her.
    “Gentle it is.” He inched his cock all the way in with agonizing slowness, then out just as slowly, then repeated the process. “Gentle enough for you?”
    The slow, soft pressure was indeed working its magic. Kathryn’s heart felt as though it might explode. Time to speed things up. She squeezed her pubic muscles, and Steve moaned with surprise and pleasure. ”Now,” she said, her voice low and husky.
    “Oh baby,” he answered, increasing the pace of his strokes. He brought a hand between her legs and made direct contact with her clit, and with a shriek of joy, she came like a firecracker.
    * * *
    Holy shit. Steve felt more satisfied than he ever had before. And not just physically, though the physical sensation was mind-blowing. Being with her just seemed right. Like it was meant to be. Like coming home.
    Katie’s face was flushed, her breathing shallow, and her eyelids droopy. She had the look of a woman completely sated and satisfied. He felt