[Fucking finally! She thought she was going to lose it, waiting for Sam. Each time she felt herself on the edge of orgasm, she'd stopped touching herself. It took time, but she slowly came back down from it and then she'd do it again. It got a little harder to stop every time, but she kept reminding herself of what she got to have if she waited. Then what she really wanted walked through the door...]

[She moaned when his fingers slipped into her. No such thing as resistance here. God, she wanted him. Her free hand reached up above her head to the table beside the couch, grabbing one of the condoms she left there and hanging onto it. She wanted him coming with her this time.] 'Cause I've been waiting for you, Sammy.