Sam followed her unspoken direction and slid up over her.  Her laughter and giggles were infectious for him so it took an inordinate amount of self-control to maintain his composure and to feign indignation.<br/><br/>“Darlin . . . it’s been sometime since a woman has laughed and pushed herself away from me whilst I’m trying to give her pleasure . . . ”<br/><br/>He kissed her hard with a wickedly probing tongue.  His cock was hard again and throbbing with an intense need to cum in her wet heat.  Sam had made up his mind to cum in her until she’d separated herself from him.  Her crooked finger gave him hope that he’d still accomplish his goal.  Sam was very big on accomplishing whatever he set out on.  He’d heard of women getting so turned on that their pussies were too sensitive to continue.<br/><br/>In a devilish mood Sam rocked his hips in just such a way that the head of his cock nestled in her gash.  She was incredibly warm and wet against his cock.  Using the last of his self-control Sam refrained from following his body’s natural inclination to enter her.  He broke the kiss and looked down at her.  He sighed aloud as their eyes met in a long gaze.  Irene’s were beautiful and he nearly got lost in them.<br/><br/>“Baby . . . am I tickling you now? Cause . . . Darlin’ getting you ticklish has got me aching to be . . . well dang . . . I want to be in you.”<br/><br/>