Third Person POV

Kay was raging with lust. He had put a fire within her, one that she was eager to quench.

Lacing kisses around his nape, she nibbled, pulled. Her hand stayed busy as she stroked him. He let out moans, groans of pleasure. His feet gave way and he had to hold himself up by gripping on the grass.

"Is this what you wanted?"

"Fuck! Yes. Keep stroking me." His head rolled back in bliss. Kay kept stroking his length, completely oblivious of her surroundings when a voice ...