When the spasms subsided, leaving her body limp and panting, he slowly withdrew his fingers with a wet schlup. He moved up along her body, placing wet kisses on the moist skin of her flat stomach, between her breasts that rose and fell rapidly, on the base of her neck where her pulse was racing.
Irene, eyes half-closed, grabbed his chestnut hair with unexpected strength and pulled him for a feverish, deep kiss, tasting her own flavor on his lips.
"Your turn," she murmured against his mouth, her voice hoarse and low.
With one movement, she used her weight and momentum to flip him over. Kaiser found himself on his back, head on the pillow, his sex erect. Irene slid between his spread legs. Her long olive-green hair fell, brushing his thighs.
