Day 2, Evening<br/><br/>She was putty in his hands.  She both hated and loved the feeling.  For a woman so very self-controlled, so very contained within, this was a new sensation. Irene saw his smile as he realized the power he held over her...here.  .<br/><br/>Her eyes became heavy-lidded as he continued his tongue-lashing of her pussy.  His warm hands roving over her legs and ass helped distract her for a moment.  Irene wanted to grab his hair and drag his face to hers to kiss him.  Yet, the ecstatic feeling, the building tension that came with euphoric release was so very near...<br/><br/>She let him have his way, combing her fingers through his hair as the tightness within built to an excruciating level.  And, then he stopped.<br/><br/>The gasp came from her lips unbidden.   “No...” she said and then was silenced by his kiss.  It had been what she wanted, until she’d been on the verge of coming.  His mouth quickly convinced her she still wanted this, her tongue dueling with his as her hands moved to the back of his neck, up to his head and pulled both him and herself closer, deepening the kiss.<br/><br/>The cool table against her ass was a surprise.  When he spread her legs and pushed inside the surprise continued as it seemed what she’d really wanted was his cock inside of her.  Muscles constricted as she latched onto him, back arching and head thrown back.  She gasped, “Yes....Sam...oh, please...” And, he was kissing her again, so sweetly her eyes stung.  When he held her, rocking into her, her arms went around him and she kissed wherever her lips landed, licking his collarbone before sucking his salty skin.  They’d worked up a bit of a sweat after their bath, she mused, allowing herself a smile of her own.<br/><br/>Her heels hooked around his legs, pulling her to him as he moved into her.  Her hands slid down his back, feeling the exit wound scars as her fingers lightly ran to his hips, grabbing his ass much as he grasped hers, pulling him into her and pressing, grinding against him as he filled her.<br/><br/>Irene felt his cock swell further; it was the last thing she needed before she came once more, a slow rush infusing her body as she pulsed along with him, grabbing him as he came within her.  The sensation seemed to go on and on as she shuddered, unable and unwilling to stop the feelings as they washed over her.<br/><br/>She held him, kissing his throat as he trembled, hips jerking.  Irene ran her hands up his back, holding him, caressing him.  “My god, that was beautiful,” she thought and then realized she’d said the words out loud and froze, afraid of what he’d think—afraid of what she did think.  Too much desert sun, she told herself, closing her eyes tightly and gritting her teeth angrily as she thought it.<br/><br/>And, then he spoke, said her name and her face relaxed into a smile and she even conjured up a chuckle.  “That’s my line, Mister...” she leaned back a little to grin at him, looking at his pale eyes and moving her hand to brush a lock of hair she’d clutched off of his forehead.  “That’s my line, Sam.  I fear it holds true for me, still,” she admitted.  She didn’t feel weakened by this admission.  In fact, it felt empowering to speak the words aloud.  She smiled again and leaned in to kiss his neck, his jaw, and then his mouth, nipping along his upper lip and then tugging his lower lip with her teeth, her legs still around him, not quite ready to let him move away; he felt very good right where he was.<br/>