He’d agreed...Irene waited, anticipation making her stomach tight, her channel narrow as she waited for the warmth of his cock to slip inside.<br/><br/>“Dangerous?”  She repeated, a bit shocked.  But, then she’d called him dangerous.  Did he mean the same thing she did?  Men weren’t like that.  They took a long time to make up their mind about anything, except when they needed to get laid.  But, could Sam honestly think he was in danger of losing himself to her...his “heart” for lack of a more apt word.<br/><br/>“Me?” she finished, gasping as his chest leaned over her back and his teeth sank into her shoulder where it met her neck and she shivered uncontrollably.<br/><br/>“Oh my god!” Irene gasped as the bite was followed by Sam parting her folds and entering her.  It was like it was her first time as he slid into her, as she accepted him into her tight passage, so tight with the need for release it was almost painful.<br/><br/>She moved with him as he pulled her back against him, his hands teasing her nipples, making them hard, proudly jutting out for him.  She left one hand on the wall to brace herself, covering one of Sam’s hands on her chest with hers.<br/><br/>She shook her head slightly as he spoke of ruining.  “Oh...no...” she gasped, pressing back to him each time he powered into her.  “No...not ruined...  No.  Completed,” she said.  Each of his thrusts almost lifted her off her feet, rising to the tips of her toes with a little grunt as their bodies impacted.  Irene loved the sound, the feel of him fully against her back, his hands on her breasts.  She used her braced hand to shove back at him as he asked for her release.  She wanted it, too.  She wanted it with him.  She grunted like a beast as she met his passion with answering heat.  Their body’s came together with solid strikes and his fingers tweaked her tits so that her entire body was vibrating like a tuning fork.<br/><br/>“Yes....yes...oh, yes, Sam...sweetheart, come with me...Sam....” And then she sang out as he made her come yet again, her body jerking, her hands grabbing at his thighs, his hips; anything to touch him.  “Oh, god, Sam...yes.”  She kept coming, her hips moving, rhythm having nothing to do with her movements as she worked on Sam’s hard cock, hoping he’d achieve release as well, but thoroughly enjoying hers...again.  “Oh, Sam, baby...you’re so damned good...  So good,” she grunted, grabbing his hand and dragging it to her mouth to kiss his palm, licking his wrist and then biting the web between the thumb and forefinger where it didn’t hurt very much, turning her head and sucking his big thumb into her mouth...thinking of his cock even as she felt it in her and she came again, screaming around his hand as the intensity made the world go dark around the edges..  Irene stopped moving in shock as her body quaked, moving of its own accord.<br/>