Every time Sam took control of their situation, Anne felt a ripple of pleasure completely unrelated to anything his hands, lips or any other part of his body, rush through her.
His kisses elicited moans and sighs, not to mention the occasional whimper, from her. When he was close enough, she reached down and threaded her fingers through his hair to pull him even closer. If it was some kind of permission he was looking for, he'd just gotten it.