Irene was almost thrown back by Sam's movements.  She guessed he was pleased with her, judging by the grunts and groans...the erratic speech pattern...  She caught him in her mouth, swallowed convulsively and tried not to laugh.<br/><br/>She watched his back shift from an arch to melding with the bed once more and grinned at him.  Since, in her experience men tended not to like to taste too much of themselves on her mouth, she wiped her hand over her mouth and then on her hip, moving over Sam to straddle his waist.  Wriggling her feet, her untied boots fell off with thumps to the floor.  She bent down and kissed Sam, untying her dressing gown sash with one.  She slipped down further, cradling his head in her arms, kissing him deeply, her eyes tightly shut.<br/><br/>Her breasts were tickled by the hair on his chest, making her shiver as she moved back to look at him once more.<br/><br/>"Mr. Markham, I do enjoy you...every bit of you," she said, dipping to kiss his jawline once more.  With her lips close to his ear, she said, "I'm not opposed to riding you if you might be up for it."  She laughed a wicked little laugh before nipping his earlobe, sucking it  gently and kissing his neck.<br/><br/>