He did, shortening his strokes only when Katherine's knees began to weaken. Cassandra kept her hand on Katherine's breast as Martin brought her to another shaking climax, and together they supported her until she could stand without the window holding her up.
The three of them returned to the sectional instead of searching for somewhere else to continue. Cassandra brought clean towels from a cabinet, and Katherine distributed water with surprising seriousness. Martin's erection faded as Katherine lay across his lap and Cassandra rested against his shoulder.
They shared olives and cheese while arguing over whether the skyline looked better from the bedroom or the living room. Katherine took one more sip of wine before abandoning the glass, while Cassandra refused to touch hers at all. By the time Martin's pulse returned to normal, their conversation had slowed without becoming awkward.
