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Sam smashes his lips on mine, kissing me with such passion and desire, I nearly came right there and then. Smiling hard into the kiss, I lie back on the bed. I claw at his body to pull him closer, but he moves away. I pout at him. "Relax, baby," he smirks, "you'll enjoy this." He gives me a quick peck on the lips then climbs down my body, removing my panties along the way. "Open for me," he orders, and I obey. My breathing is already heavy, my skin pleading for his touch. He kisses my inner thigh before biting down. 
                          
"Sam," I whimper, running my hand through his hair. I love watching him between my legs. He leaves a trail of tiny kisses up my thigh to my sex, his beard slightly tickling me. He wraps his arms around my thighs, then I feel him rub my clit with his strong thumb as his tongue skillful tongue-not just with my tongue-licks me up and down. "S-Sam," I stutter a moan. My gosh, I've missed his head between my thighs. I throw my head back. 
                          
Sam adds a little pressure, and I whimper, my lower half twitching a little. He groans into me, sending vibrations through me, and fills me with his tongue. 
                          
"Oh...oh, my Sam." I feel his arms shift around my legs then two of his lovely fingers enter me. "Fuck!" I tug roughly at his hair. 
                          
"Easy, baby or I'll come," Sam coos. I peer down at him and blush, loosening my grip on his head. "That's the second time you've said 'oh, my Sam,' am I your god now?" 
                          
"Oh, shush." I shove his head down. He sticks out his tongue and licks circles around my clit while his fingers slowly slide in and out of me. "Oh, Sam!" I moan loudly. His fingers curl inside me, picking up pace. "Just like...that," I whimper. I love it slow and kind sometimes-sometimes, but if I'm being honest with myself, I like it fast and rough. It's hot and sexy and there's just as much passion as when we go slow. He makes me feel so wanted and desired no matter what type of sex we have, there's just a little more fun when he's rough. 
                          
It doesn't take long for my body to surrender to his touch. I was a moaning mess, screaming, and tugging at his hair while I reach my high. I probably had a moment or two to myself before Sam climbed up my body, pulled down his boxers enough to free his erection, then grabbed his staff while he guided himself inside me. 
                          
"Oh, fuck," he moans. I watch as his eyes roll to the back of his eyes before his eyelids flutter shut. I let out my own soft moan and craw at his lower back, pulling him closer. His hips roll roughly against mine, filling me at a slow yet hard pace. 
                          
"Sam," I whimper. 
                          
"You're so tight," he growls in my ear, "so warm...and all mine." I whimper. I love it when he talks about me like that-I can't help it. His warm breath on my hot skin is a craving I didn't know I had. 
                          
"Sam...talk to me," I beg. I feel him smirk against my skin but he doesn't speak. Instead, he brushes my fallen hair back, spreading it across the pillow, then he grabs my neck and lifts his head-all while still fucking me hard. I whimper at the tense his lustful eyes weigh down on me. He leans down and runs his tongue across my bottom lip before shoving it into my mouth. I welcome his abrupt kiss with matching energy. 
                          
"I love you," he moans into my mouth. I pat his side twice, and he smirks as he flips us over, putting me on top. I sit up and straddle his waist. I wince at the deepness of him inside me. "Are you okay?"
                          
"Mmhmm," I hum. "I just forgot you're..."
                          
"Too big?" He smirks. 
                          
"Shut up," I say playfully. 
                          
"Take this off." He lifts the hem of my shirt, and I yank it over my head. He sits up, cupping my now freed breasts. His soft and swollen kissed lips reach for mine, but I shove him back on the bed. I toss my hair over my shoulder and lean down.