Sam was hard and even sore from how aroused he was from her wanton response to him.  He seemed to have a permanent grin on his face as he enjoyed Irene and her want of him.  He wanted her too . . . badly.  As he’d risen from the floor to stand behind her, she’d cocked her ass out at him as an apparent invitation to take her.  He was lost in the moment as he visually scanned her and savored how hot and wet she was for him.  The air between them was ripe with the scent of her arousal and it was a very heady perfume for Sam.  He grinned as he realized that the slightest hint of her arousal got him feeling warm and wanting her.  He especially liked pleasuring her until she came.  He was thrilled that he’d apparently given her that gift.  That thought made him sigh.  He knew from what she’d said or implied that it was essentially a loveless marriage.  Knowing her as he did for the relatively short time they’d had . . . he couldn’t gasp how any man would deny her his love and care.  Yet she was still holding true to her commitment to him . . . a man long dead . . .  to bring him some justice.<br/><br/>Her pleas to be fucked and her tight little ass pressing quite wantonly back against him brought him back to her in real time.  He smirked with joy and some amusement as he moved his cock between her legs with his hand.  When he looked down between them, he saw his cock glistening in the available light.  He leaned forward from the waist and whispered in her ear.<br/><br/>“Mmmm . . . god but you are a priceless treasure Irene O’Rourke.  It will be my pleasure . . . most assuredly . . . and privilege to honor your desires.  Are you getting it yet baby how much I want you?  I like dangerous women . . . but I’ve only known one.”<br/><br/>He marked her opposite shoulder from before as his hand spread her pussy and guided his cock inside her.  Entering her was an exquisite moment each and every time.  This time was no different in that way from the others that they’d experienced.  Yet there was something qualitatively better this time than the others.  Sam couldn’t figuratively put his hand on it, though he literally had them on her . . . at the lovely swell of her hips.<br/><br/>They never really did anything to guide or direct her as they made love this way.  He’d rested them there because he liked her curves and so he’d be touching her. Just as they only rested on her head a short time before when she took him to a pleasure he’d never known before.  He grinned as his moment of reciprocity for that wonderful gift was in action.  As he felt his groin tightened and his belly began to quiver, Sam moved his hands form her hips to cup her breasts.  He thought that it was a much better reference considering how he was feeling about her. He chuckled as he thought of others he might improve his interactions with her.  He pressed his belly and chest against her back as his hands drew her back against him while massaged her breasts and tweaking her nipples.<br/><br/>“Irene . . . you’ve ruined me . . . dear god you have.” He let out a loud sigh as his tempo increased a notch.  He preferred seeing her face when they fucked and were otherwise engaged with the other, but there was something primal in the way they were fucking each other.  He grinned as he strained to cum for her.  He did appreciate her backside every bit as much as her front side.<br/><br/>“Oh god baby you feel so good . . . I getting closer and closer . . . Mmmm . . . and you are so wet . . . and lovely inside and out . . . oh god Irene . . . cum baby . . . I so want you . . . ”<br/>