His languorous pace was set to torture her, she was sure of it. He was forcing her to experience every thick inch of him, to feel how he stretched her, filled her, glanced over her g-spot as he slid inside. Katie’s lips parted against his, swallowing his shallow breaths, and she clung to him until her clit ground against the base of his cock. Then she wrapped a long leg around his hips, refusing him the space to move, as she devoured his mouth in a kiss that made her head spin. If this was all she was going to get, she wanted to make it last. It would have to fuel fantasies for weeks to come.