Irene's eyes flashed at Sam, pleased with what he was saying and doing.  She moved, wriggling in a pleased manner as his fingers tickled her, his words thrilling her even more.<br/><br/>"You touch me just right, Sam.  Like you know just the right place and then your eyes get happy," she said, her voice slow, seductive as she was being seduced.  She breathed in sharply through her nose and blew the breath out pursed lips as he planted a kiss on her femininity and then took her with his fingers.  By all that was good, she did love a man who knew what he was about.  To her reckoning, Sam was the second man she'd known who knew what he was about.  But, Sam was the first, and only if she had her way, to know what she was about.<br/><br/>"Dammit, Sam..." she purred, moving with him as his hand fucked her.<br/><br/>She fell back as he moved over her, her eyes widening as his cock, thick, hard and heavy, made his intentions crystal clear.  She stared at him, looked down his body to that rod and knew she wanted it in her probably more than Sam wanted to be in her.  Slowly, she licked her palm, then smiled at SAm as she wrapped her damp hand around him, caressing his cock, pulling his head to her to kiss him, her tongue doing to his mouth what she wanted his cock to do to her.<br/><br/>Kissing him like that, her juices flowed even faster.  She wanted him.  Saints preserve, she wanted him worse than she had before.  She lifted her hips and guided him to her opening.  Moving her feet, she arched her back sending her pelvis thrusting to meet his, his cock sliding into her.  Irene gasped, pulling away from Sam as everything seemed to come together at once; thought, body, emotions and she gasped once more; "SAM!" and writhed as her body grabbed him and she moved, pulling back and slamming him into her once more.  Her orgasm was making her gasp, shrill shrieks as she clutched his shoulders, meeting him as he now thrust into her.<br/><br/>She laughed.  She felt so good that the shrieks faded and she laughed low and dirty, and then gasped his name, only to cry out once more.