She muffles another groan when he pushes inside her. She's aching and oversensitive, but after a few seconds it only lends itself to the swell of arousal crashing into her at steady intervals. Kate's stubborn, and it'll take a lot of doing to get her to break. But her body reacts.

She gasps, jerking at a spike of pleasure. Her hand leaves the bed, moving toward his hair again, but she pulls back. Her nails sink into her thigh instead, one steadying moment, and then she's reaching up touch her breast.

"Gene," she whispers.