The noises that rumbled from his mouth were suppressed slightly as he shoved his lips to the base of her throat. Fuck, she felt good. "Fuck," he groaned, twisting his face against her neck. That pleasure that radiated through him was getting stronger and his body pushed for more, actions going from slow and controlled to something a bit less steady. It was hard keeping control. He was having sex with Faith, right now, and it was all so overwhelming, both the feel and acknowledgment of it, that Sam didn't quite know what to do with himself.
So he just did what he wanted. He focused on her, on feeling, and on making sure that they both got what they wanted out of this.
Damn, if hearing her say his name like that hadn't been a real turn on, then Sam didn't know what was nowadays. His body tensed itself, those feelings of pleasure becoming much more difficult to keep from slipping out of control. God, he had needed this. Needed her.