Sam's jeans pooled to his feet when she let go of them, and he had a really hard time coming up with a coherent thought or word. He whimpered at her and fell onto the bed next to her on his back, his pants trapped around his feet now and his button down mostly off.
He looked like a serious fucked out mess, but damn. It was worth it.
"You're...incredible." he retorted, swallowing in between his words. Sam's hand slid across her stomach, sliding her shirt up to see her skin and lightly trace his fingers over it. "You're not naked..." It came out like a whine, but he really, really wanted to see her naked again and he was getting all sorts of ideas on how he was going to fuck her *this* time.