A light gasp slipped out as Sam moved accidentally against her.  Irene began to move out of his way as he tried to follow her suggestion and then she laughed as he pulled her back.<br/><br/>"Hoist by my own petard, eh?" she asked, complying with his request.  The build up in her mind was enough that, with the physical sensation of being filled, of him gliding along that newly awakened nub Irene came, hips jerking even as she tried to fuck him, as per his request.<br/><br/>She ground against him for a moment, trying to recover her senses and only making things worse as she came yet again.  This is just ridiculous, she thought.  She sagged down atop him, kissing his throat and then his mouth.  Her tongue sought his mouth as his cock sought her depths.  She tried to turn her mind off, but it kept narrating the events and the thoughts coupled with the actions kept her in a constant state of near climax, halted only when she stopped herself from moving.