His laughter pleased her.  She suspected he hadn't laughed very much in the recent past, if ever.  Soon those chuckles changed to grunts and she was further pleased.<br/><br/>Irene laughed as Sam requested that she fuck him back.  "You think I've not been?" she demanded, her fingers curling tightly into his hair, pulling him down to her to kiss.<br/><br/>She planted her heels back in the matress and met Sam's tempo, whipping her hips to meet him roughly.  She grunted into his mouth as they drove into each other.  Either destruction or ecstacy waited for them the way they were moving.  Irene had a suspicion she knew their destination.  She released his hair, turning her face to breathe deeply for a moment before she was voicing her pleasure.  "Oh, Sam...Yes!  Oh...Sam.  You're amaz---zing!"  she grunted the shouted syllables as her body obeyed her husband's request.