A kiss before dying

Graham walked around the apartment smoking a cigar in quiet
contentment and silent reflection. He closed his eyes and could still
see her face. The most beautiful angel he'd ever laid eyes on......at
least today. He parted his lips and a growl escaped his lips, as he
remembered her tongue inside his mouth. He felt himself go hard at the
memory of her buttocks rubbing against his manhood.
He smiled and returned to the bedroom, wishing that he could again feel
the warm depth of her womanhood engulf him. He wanted to dive, to swim,
to release. So release he did. Looking down at her, his Kathy. Lying
there, eyes closed peacefully. The sunlight bathing her naked body. Her
long bronze legs slightly parted. Giving only a glimpse of the treasure
hidden not far away. Her breasts full and firm. Nipples still swollen
from the onslaught his lips had launched. Cheeks flushed, and lips soft
and sweet. Both hands above her head, as it was as she had surrendered
herself to him. He began massaging his penis as he again closed his
eyes. Allowing himself the privilege of remembering. The sound of her
breath, the feel of her lips, her wild screams, groans. How she lunged
convulsively as she orgasmed, tightening around him exquisitely.
Pulling him into the fortress with her. Showing him the grand colours
of the rainbow of estacy. All the while leaning against the wall and
giving himself pleasure. Only fractionally measured to the pleasure she
gave him, but it will have to do. He thought as he climaxed. Shooting
his seed all over the carpet in front of him, and not too far from the
bed where Kathy lay motionless. Shame he'd killed her so early, he
thought to himself. As he gazed longingly on her naked form once more,
before getting dressed and leaving to find his next victim.