She was standing there, a small towel draped over her shoulder, her expression encouraging. It closed around me like a velvet fist, sending shudders of pure, unadulterated pleasure through my entire body. xxx “Sam.” The corner of her mouth twitched upwards again. It was fun.”
“It really was,” I agreed. Then, a slow, shaky smile spread across her face. “So,” I began, stuffing my hands into my pockets, “I guess this is where we…”
“Yeah,” Sam finished, her voice a little soft. My arms still ached from the bench press, but I barely noticed. The pace quickened, our bodies finding that same primal, urgent rhythm as before. Sam’s fingers idly traced the outline of my ribs, her touch feather-light, sending little shivers down my spine despite the warmth of our bodies pressed together. Her eyes fluttered open,
