The way he pushed against her and made that deep noise that reverberated into her own mouth while they kissed caused her to let go of a similar sound. It was a whimper rather than a groan, though, and it was almost pleading in nature. She wanted him, and she wanted him now. At the same time, however, she knew it wouldn't be a good idea for him to just take her. They needed to take things slow, and not just because she was still sore, either. They needed to savor this, as it was clear they'd both wanted it for quite some time. She knew she did, at least. The faster they got on with it, the faster it would be over.
The whimpers didn't stop there. When his hand moved up to her chest, she made the sound again, another shiver coursing through her while a strong heat raced along the same path. It was difficult to control her own reactions to the things he was doing, which surprised her. She thought she would've been able to bite it back, but it seemed she couldn't contain herself. The emotional aspect of it all was too high for that, and considering, she wasn't going to complain.
Looking up at him with a glassy expression, she swallowed hard and shifted against his hand. "Yeah..." she breathed. "Yeah. I'm sure. I'm positive. It's alright, Sam. I want this, and I want you."