It had never been like this. Kate’s eyes roamed up and she was gone. She did not know how long it lasted and cared less.
Simon slowed his pace so she could recover and then he pulled out and rolled onto his back next to her. Kate’s dress was now damp from her sweat, and more than a little of his, but she did not care. It was expensive, but if it were ruined it was well worth it.
After she finally caught her breath, she looked at her lover. “My lover.” It was a pleasant if novel thought to her. At that moment she did not care whether anything happened with this man beyond pure sex because it was one of the purest physical experiences of her life. She saw a stupid smile on Simon’s face. How pleased he was about making her feel the way she felt.