Sam heard Irene say the words,<em>“My god, that was beautiful.” </em><br/><br/>They echoed in his head and matched his own internal thoughts.  That she thought it and said it, even if unintentionally, meant more than a little to him.  Sam suspected though that she’d not intended to share them with him, just based on some of her offhanded comments and the periodic businesslike attitude she’d taken with him.  He liked how they were for the moment.  It seemed to Sam that a connection was growing between them . . . something he’d not intended or wanted until she’d half snarled at him down at the bar at their first meeting.  There was something about her pluckiness and her confidence that caught his interest.<br/><br/>With her legs and arms wrapped around him and his cock still in her Sam had no interest in going anywhere.  He liked how they’d gotten where they were, how they’d both seemed to want it, how they both seemed to want it to last a while longer.  He held her tenderly as she kissed him nearly everywhere within reach of her mouth.  He grinned as he savored the moment.  Her mouth was wonderful how she used it on him and it was quite physically appealing to look at too.<br/><br/>He whispered into her closest ear, “Irene . . . you have a beautiful mouth . . . not only in appearance but in functioning.  Mmmm . . . I like how you’re using it right now for instance.”<br/><br/>He sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth and grazed his teeth lightly over it before releasing it.  His hands lightly caressed the side of her tits which were at that moment pressed nicely against his chest.  He kissed her gently . . . at least until his stomach made a loud growling-like sound.  He broke the kiss as he blushed from embarrassment.<br/><br/>“Please excuse my rude stomach.  You know Irene . . . aside from the oral stuff, we’ve not eaten anything since we came up here.  I’m getting a mite hungry.  But I have no intentions of moving from this spot until we have to . . . or . . . until we both decide it’s time too.  You suppose the kitchen down there can rustle us a couple of good steaks and stuff to go with them? ...and say . . . maybe a couple beers or some wine?  I’ll pay for it . . . naturally . . . both . . . yours and mine.”<br/><br/>He felt his cock shrinking and he wasn’t ready to pull away from her so he pressed into her body a bit firmer.  Her tits felt good against him too.  In fact at that moment he could not remember a time that was even close to how good he felt with her.<br/>