<i>Yes</i>. Sam could not have stopped even if Mikie had said 'no', her world bursting apart at the seams even as the other woman's fingers plunged unexpectedly and deliciously into her. The leather on Mikie's fingers felt softer and smoother than any toy, gliding across the perfect spot so that warmth flooded her folds, wetness lending a lewd sound to the motion of Mikie's hand. Whatever orgasms Sam had experienced before - sharp and short - did not compare to the way this one rolled over and under and through her. "Oh god, oh god, oh god," she cried in a weak voice, shuddering each time Mikie's thumb nudged her clit in the right way and sent another shock from her clit down to her core.<br/><br/>"Fuck," Sam grunted, feeling her body body beginning to reach the point where the stimulation was too much. Mikie was already withdrawing, and while her sex ached in the absence of the woman's warm hand cupping it, it gave Sam a chance to take a few deeper breaths. Her body shuddered with each exhale, aftershocks reminding her of how intense the orgasm had been.<br/><br/>Mikie's voice draws her down, but when Sam moves her lips to reply, all that comes out is another, "Oooh god." A deep, satisfied sigh. Her arms feel so light as the cuffs are removed. Her whole body feels so light... There is a moment, when Mikie helps her off the horse, where Sam can't remember how to make her legs take a step forward. With the padded mask still covering her eyes, all she can do is rely on Mikie, letting the smaller woman help her to... the bed. Sam gratefully collapses on it and tugs Mikie down with her, wanting to feel the warmth of her body.<br/><br/>Okay? Sam nods without any hesitation, more focused on finding a way to tuck her body as close to Mikie's as possible. Every place they touch, however, she meets soft, warm leather instead of skin. She lifts a hand, her fingers touching Mikie's ear before gliding across her cheek, then down to her lips. With a small smile, Sam leans to press a soft kiss to the other woman's lips. "I'm more than okay," she replies. "I - wow," Sam breathes, her tone filled with awe, "I've never felt anything like that. Thank you." A softer kiss. "Thank you." The softest kiss.<br/><br/>Time is measured in heartbeats, and with each one, Sam feels herself pulled closer to her body. Eventually, the marks so beautifully laid on her fair skin begin to pulse, small aches and pains that hint at what she might feel the next day. It brings a smile to her lips. "I get the feeling I'll be able to remember this very vividly tomorrow," she giggles, her hand beginning to explore Mikie for the first time. Sam's touch is light and gentle, curious as it traces the shape of Mikie's collarbone and drifts down her slender chest. She curls her fingers so only the backs of them graze the subtle curve of Mikie's breast through the leather. "Would, um, it be okay if I touched<i>you</i>?"