Kitty clutched at John's arm when his hand slid up from where he'd been teasing her breast to grasp at her throat, the kind of touch that she wouldn't have allowed just anyone, but she did with him, because she trusted him, entirely right here in this moment and she didn't want him to stop. Not the way he held on to her or the way he thrust into her or growled against her ear. Any of it. She wanted every single bit of this.
She grasped at him, holding on to him and pressing back toward him each time he thrust forward for her. She didn't hold back the sounds of her moans, letting him hear each and every one of them as they fell out of her mouth, desperate and full of the desire he made her feel.
It was exactly what she wanted, what she needed as she raced towards a climax with each forceful push of his hips as he drove himself deep into her.
Kitty wanted this to last, to have this feeling go on and on but her body had other ideas, tensing up just a little bit more with each thrust, pushing her toward what would be a shattering climax, but she held herself back as much as she could even with John fighting her self control with each and every thrust of his hips.