Kneeling there, knees wide, a hand on Sam's shoulder as he dove in, Irene felt her tensions ease.  He was magic.  She was certain he was related to Merlin and had inherited the singing sword.  She let her eyes close most of the way, small, pleased sounds emanating from her as his tongue and hands moved on her.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“Darlin’ I love making you wet . . . making you cum.  I’d love to do that now . . . but if you’d rather be in bed to allow me that privilege . . . could we lay you back?  Oh baby, I want so much to erase as much of today from your thoughts as is possible and to instead have you desperate to be fucked . . . until neither one of us has any inclination to walk anywhere.”      </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>As Sam spoke, Irene focused on his words, looked at his face, her hand moving to run her fingers into his hair, curling down around his face to hold his ear, her thumb caressing the edge as she stared intently at him.  "I have no desire 'to be fucked,' MISTER Markham.  But, I want desperately to make love to you.  And, I don't foresee a time when I won't feel like that, either.  As to walking, you almost made me an invalid already; so go easy, love, or you might break me."  As she spoke she eased to a sitting position, moving her legs to the side and then in front of her.  Irene reached out for Sam's hand and drew him after her as she lay back on the bed, drawing him down with a hand to the back of his neck, pulling him in for a long, cleansing kiss.<br/><br/>She chuckled, easing back slightly, her eyes seeking his.  "You got a marriage license, Sam.  I think that means we're pretty much married.  I just realized that!  And, you're still here," she added, smiling further.