She never came twice. Not this close together and not from penis. To pop off a second time she always needed oral sex. But there was no denying that she was coming, and she clung to him, her legs awkwardly bent but not even bothering her. It was just pure pleasure, just fast, stripped down, raw ecstasy. And it was embarrassing, she hadn’t been lying about that. One kiss, and she was jumping on him on the hood of her car. Thirty seconds and she was having an orgasm. Two minutes and she was doing it all over again. Breathing hard, her body quivering with aftershocks, Kendall clung to Evan, her head on his shoulder. Swallowing hard, she tried to think of something to say, but there was nothing that came to mind. He didn’t seem inclined to talk either, and they sat like that, his hands holding her from sliding off and hitting the dirt road, until her heart rate returned to normal and she was altogether too aware of the fact that there was a biting wind and where it was biting her was on the butt.
