[Fast and hard. Had to be. If she lingered, she'd go too far and come herself. As much as she wanted to, she knew waiting would only make it better when she finally did. She met each thrust of his hips with a roll of her own, grinding down hard on him. Sam. She had to focus on Sam. Think about how to give him pleasure instead of how good it felt to have him inside her again.]

[One way she knew for sure to get Sam going was to give him a few choice, filthy words and ideas.] Does it feel good, Sammy? Getting to fuck me over and over again, as much as you want? Knowing I want you to take everything you want and use me until the last possible minute?