Irene watched him and then smiled as he brought up the reciprocity rule.  She raised her chin as he came at her, grinning.<br/><br/>“What makes you think I forgot about the rule?” she asked, nuzzling against his cheek.  She inhaled sharply as his hand cupped her, but parted her legs for him, moaning as he slid a finger inside her.<br/><br/>He was talking again and her mind was far away...at least two feet away, focused on the fingers now fucking her.  She thanked the wall for being so that she didn’t collapse as her body responded to his touch; she was his instrument to play.  But, he was hers, too.<br/><br/>He kneeled before her, kissing his way down and she watched as he cleaned her, jerking at the touch and sight of his tongue moving on her breasts.<br/><br/>When Sam pulled his fingers from her, her knees bent, following him.  But she stopped herself in time and remained upright, barely.  When he replaced his fingers with his tongue, her hands searched the wall for purchase, something to keep herself from falling to the floor.<br/><br/>Sam moved her around like the wooden doll she’d become, turning her to face the wall.  Irene smiled as he tugged her back, bending over to accommodate him as he went at her again.  She jerked, upper body lifting as his tongue moved over her, his mouth sucking, then his tongue entering her.  Irene pressed against the wall, shoving her ass in his face...  By god, she needed to feel him inside her; wanted him there.<br/><br/>As if he read her thoughts, he rose and soon she felt the tip of his cock against her entrance.  Irene, rising to her toes, gave a little backward wiggle as he pressed into her.<br/><br/>“I love the feel of you there, too, Sam.  Please, Sam, I need to feel you...fuck me...please, Sam...oh, hurry.”  His minimal penetration was enough to fan the flame of her arousal to life and  she fought the desire to press her knees together, instead arching her back, bending a bit more for him; begging him with everything but words now to fuck her soundly.<br/><br/>“mmmm,” she breathed, her cheek against the plaster wall, hands flat and braced against it.  “Sam...please,” she said as the pressure slowly rumbled down her passage, grabbing him.  But, she needed to feel all of him in her.<br/>