She pressed fingers up into his hair, curling against his scalp as John pressed into her, she arched her hips to take him just a little bit deeper, basking in the feeling of this first for them. She gasped, her head tipping back and clinging to him just a little more tightly.
Trembling when he pulled back only to thrust forward once again. "Slow," She gasped, even as she rolled her hips just a bit more to encourage him to keep moving with her. They might be missing the fireworks that others were going to be watching that evening, but this - this was so much better than anything they'd have seen back there.
Kitty wouldn't have traded the heat and the feeling of John on top of her and inside of her for anything in that moment. "Oh, god."