Generally, Irene was indifferent in bed.  The few men who she'd found entertaining, well...there were very few.  Sam, however, was in a league of his own.  She'd enjoyed waking him, arrousing him and fucking him; he'd awakened so lovely.  She now, as his hands slid along her smooth skin, moved into her she had a hard time paying attention to what he was saying.<br/><br/>She focused herself and realized he was talking about her pussy once more.  If he mentioned seeing her in the hair removal process again, she'd...  Oh, hell...she mused as her body moved to allow his hand to take her, her hips moving to allow him full penetration.<br/><br/>The kiss came as a surprise but was so exactly what she wanted that she met his thrusting tongue with her own, sucking his into her mouth.<br/><br/>She eased to her back with his slight pressure and a slow realization of his request.  "Oh, Sam..." she sighed back at him.  "YOu don't have to want me...you've got me," she said.  "When ever you need...but, I'm feeling rather needy now, baby.  Please..."  She reached for him, pulling him to her to kiss him some more.  His thickening cock seemed larger against her thigh as he lay over her.  "Fuck me, Sam.  And, then we can say good morning again.."