They were well suited to each other physically, Sam thought as Irene fucked him back as his fingers drove into her cunt with relentless speed and depth. Sam liked how she came so well . . . now that she’d let herself get into it.  It was simply beautifully erotic to watch and hear her as it hit her.  Sam wanted to hold her against him at times like that . . . to share in it with his body.  She had him hard as she stroked and squeezed his cock until he was slick with precum.  Her words did it more than any wonderful thing she was doing with her hands.<br/><br/><em>“Careful, Mr. Markham; I may not let you go come sunup.”</em><br/><br/>“Oh fuck Irene . . . I’ll take that threat any and every morning.  This really is good how we are with each other.  Is there anything in the rules that would keep you from honoring your threat?  Cause right here with you is where I want to be, and this dang town is where I’m supposed to be . . . Yeow! Damn it woman, did you just bite me?”<br/><br/>The sharp pain was more of a surprise than real injury . . . heck he had the bullet scars to prove the point.  Sam actually liked that she’d been motivated by whatever was in her head or heart at the time to be marking him.  He didn’t object to the symbolism . . . or he hoped to the truth of it.<br/><br/>Her apology and  ardent kisses soon distracted him enough that except for the knowledge of what she’d done . . . marked him . . . the accidently biting was forgotten.  As they kissed, Sam continued to finger her.  Irene’s pussy was quite appealing to look at, and even better to taste, touch, and fuck.<br/><br/>“Seriously . . . Irene . . . I want another day with you.  I do like you and I want to know you better . . . and there’s the chance of more time making you cum and us fucking.  And maybe we could go out and get a torta or something for lunch . . . oh hell I’m talking too much.”<br/><br/>He marked her shoulder in the center of the curve down to her arm.  Anytime her blouse slipped off her shoulder there it would be. Symbolically at least they’d belong to the other, which was his take on it anyhow.  He wondered how she’d take it if she knew how he did.  He grinned into her mouth as their tongues played back and forth between them.<br/><br/>With only a quit grunt Sam embraced her tightly to him and stood until he could scoop her up into her arms.  He walked to the bed and placed her smack in the middle of it with him on her and her legs widely spread.  His kisses were fierce but not hurt full.  He wanted to take her and she’d given him consent.  His hand cupped her pussy and rubbed and fingers her until her wetness was creamy and thick and close again he guessed to cumming.<br/><br/>“I want you now Irene. “ He drew her up to sitting and rolled her over so she was on all fours.  He hugged her with each tit cupped in his opposite hand as he encouraged her to kneel by holding her against his chest as he leaned backward.  His hands kneaded and rubbed her tits even as he then leaned a little forward against her.<br/><br/>“Grab the iron head board baby . . . I need you badly.”<br/><br/>As his words left his lips, his mouth moved down over her spine toward the cleft of her ass.  He could smell her heat as his mouth and tongue slid down over her back to her ass.  It was a perfume he’d always remember as hers . . . sweet and musky.<br/>