She felt good. Being inside of her, with her, all together. It all felt so damn good. Cupping a hand to the side of Faith's face, Sam felt the corner of his mouth tip up at the way he saw her looking at him. He loved it when she looked at him like that. It made Sam feel like nothing else in the world mattered. Just him, her, and the night that they were having together.
"I love you," he whispered back against her mouth, shifting slowly on top of her. Sam kept one hand pressed flat against the mattress beside them, fingers tangling into the sheets. Then he pushed back into her, free arm shifting back to loop around Faith's leg, pulling it up a little so that he could force his way closer to her. The feeling that followed the movement felt great enough to inspire a groan from him, but it wasn't enough. Sam had to keep going.