He broke the kiss, loathing to, but knew it had to happen or he’d pass out from kissing her and passing out mid-making love wasn’t something he was going to do. He breathed, harshly, as he continued to rock in, and out, of Katelynn’s body. The warmth of her thighs made him smile, and he wriggled his own hips, side to side momentarily, before returning to his usual position.
His knees wobbled, and he had to move his hands or else they grow numb beneath her. One hand ended up resting by her head, the other against the bed.
“K-Katelynn I’m… mmn… I got so… excited before I don’t think I can… last much longer…” he admitted, hating to admit defeat because of his body.
Jack Maple 