When he moved up, she could see in his eyes that he was happy and not irritated by her laughter.  And, the kiss only proved it further.<br/><br/>When he moved, started to enter her, their gazes met and locked.  Irene felt like she was falling into the sky, looking at his blue, blue eyes.  She made a pleased, "Mmmm," sound.  "No tickling, now.  I'm surprised you reloaded so quickly," she rasped, lifting her legs to wrap around Sam and pull him into her.  She gasped lightly as he sank into her.  "Oh, for goodness' saaaaa...."  Irene's body didn't even allow her the pleasure of being fucked before coming once more.  This time, with his thickness filling her, the intensity of her orgasm left her with tunnel vision and breathing like she'd just run a mile.  Sam was still there, hard and hot, sliding in and out of her.  She was so wet...the sounds would have embarassed her once upon a time.  Now, she reveled in the sound, the scents and the sensations, planting her feet, now and moving to meet Sam's thrusts.<br/><br/>"Oh, Sam...yes...as hard as you want.  I'll tell you if you hurt me..."  She grunted the words and then focused on their rhythm once more.  "Baby, I'm gathering again...can you join me?  Can you..."  She grunted a fully animal sound before she gave in to her body's demands and slammed herself against Sam, meeting his thrusts imperfectly a few times before regaining the harmony.