"Just what I was thinking." She purred.  She whimpered a bit as he removed his fingers.  Her body relaxed back against the mattress and she drank in the sight of him gloriously naked and poised above him.  It was a sight she loved-a strong male body poised above hers, desire flashing in the depths is eyes, need dripping from every pore.  She swore she could smell the testosterone in the air and it excited her.  Her abs tightened as he drew his fingers up over her and her breath caught in her throat at the idea of him teasing her breast with fingers slick from her own juices.<br/><br/>Samantha gave one last stroke of his cock before raising her hips and guiding him to rest against her hot, wet entrance. She met his eyes with a look so full of desire and passion it was as if the very air around them crackled with it.  "Fuck me, Damien.  Don't be shy." The words spilled from her lips in a husky, seductive tone.