It felt like this every time, that point when they were tied up like this where Kitty wanted it to be drawn out, wanted it to last, to hang on to this moment in particular. And she never seemed to have it in her to last as long as she wanted, not when John knew exactly how to move to push her right up to her limits. and not when all she needed was that last final push of his hips before he was emptying himself inside her.
She ached for him and she cried out, a desperate keening moan of his name as she fell apart, her legs shaking with the force of it as she leaned over more letting her head fall down to the counter top, using it to support herself rather than give her leverage the way she had done up until that moment.
Later she'd be embarrassed by this, the memory of what they'd done here, but for now she couldn't imagine things happening any other way, and she was not even the slightest bit embarrassed by it. Simply basking in the way her body quivered for him as her climax rolled over her like waves washing up on the shore.
Panting, Kitty rested her head on her arms, exhausted by their antics, and not at all in any state to try and do anything other than what she was right then in that moment. John had lived up to his promise as far as she was concerned.