His fingers worked their magic, teasing, searching, and exploiting any sweet spots he found. His tongue danced with hers, and whenever she pet his ears, the flicked against her hands, signalling that he was enjoying it. His free hand ran down her side, gently grasping her butt. His lips trailed down her neck, nipping as it went until it finally met her breast. He wasted no time, lavishing attention on whatever his other hand wasn't occupied with. A small moan left him. The more this went on, the more.... 'on' he became. It was actually starting to get a little too much to bear, but he honestly did want Sam to start liking him. She really did interest him.