[As soon as he gave the order, she was on her feet, slipping out of his arm and heading for the couch. He hadn't said anything about stripping, so she bent over the arm of the couch as she was. He could pull the panties down or aside however he chose and the shirt was plenty well open in front if he wanted that access.]

[Her hips kept rocking eagerly as she waited there, the motion doing nothing to provide relief from the constant vibration against her clit. She whimpered again and glanced over her shoulder at Sam, expression pleading.]