When she received what she asked for, as he lay still within her, Irene grabbed at the iron headboard as her body was taken over by her orgasm.  Getting better each time...she’d said, joking.  But, it seemed that she was having more powerful orgasms with each one.  To think, she’d been a “virgin.”  Now, she was definitely a pro.<br/><br/>Irene’s grip of the thin metal columns that connected the top of the head board with the bottom was painful, she rolled her eyes upwards at one point, almost certain that she must be bending the iron.  All Sam had done was to enter her.  It wasn’t a first, obviously.  She was comfortable with him.  She felt safe.  Was that all it took?  Would the next time he turned those eyes on her be all that was required?<br/><br/>She shifted with him as he began to move, savoring the pleasure like a taste of honey on the tongue.  She freed one hand to caress Sam’s cheek, her fingers almost creaking as she straightened them.  Smiling, Irene reached between them, making a V of her index and middle finger and pushing them down to rub against his cock as it slid in and  out of her.<br/><br/>Her legs moved, twining with his, rubbing his and aiding her in moving against him, to meet his slow thrusts with a bit more force as they came together.  Irene stared into his eyes, drawing her hand away from the headboard to shift his face to look at her.<br/><br/>“Yes, it certainly does,” she said, grinning devilishly just before another orgasm overcame her.  Perhaps she’d been right, and the power of his eyes was enough to push her over the edge.  She laughed as she came, saying his name...”Oh, Sam...Oh my heavens...Sam...This ... can...not...OH SAM...be normal,” she ended on a rasping breath.<br/>