She was tight.  He surged into her in a fluid movement that, nonetheless, left Irene gasping, head thrown back into the pillow.  He felt so good.  So good.  She heaved a breath as his mouth left hers and he nipped her neck, a chill coursing through her, raising gooseflesh and making her nipples harder still.<br/><br/>"Mmm. A good long while, eh, cowboy?" she mused, slowly drawing one leg and then the other up his backside and then across his back, linking her ankles and then tightening her grip to hold him still.  "A good long while?  Then, you might just want to slow down your fucking, Sam," she said.  Her voice didn't sound like her at all.  This Irene was composed, in control, loving the position she was in and ready, willing and able to use it to her advantage.  She kissed his chin, that devilish dimple getting a bit of attention before she nibbled her way along his throat.  Crossing his collar bone to his shoulder, she sucked gently at his skin, not planning to mark it, just draw the man's focus to the point where her mouth touched him.  And, then she contracted her muscles, grabbing his cock hard within her and wriggled just a little, drawing back enough to allow her to press him into her once more.<br/><br/>"More like this, yeah?  To make it last, right?"  Her tone held the voice of the devil, or at the least a seductress in her element.  She moved a little more, fucking Sam as she eased her grip with her legs and then pulled him in once more.  Her concentration wavered as pleasure began to grow within her.  It took more concentration to grab onto his hard cock and she forgot what she'd been doing with her mouth.<br/><br/>Blinking her eyes at Sam, looking at him once more, she smiled.  "Or, maybe you could just fuck me until we both explode?" she suggested softly.