Something about being mortal lent itself to a whole new flurry of emotions and sensations. His hands, his mouth...
When his tongue flicked against her, Anne felt her toes curl. Feeling more exposed than she had ever before, she closed her eyes and arched her back, lifting her hips for him. She ran her hands over her breasts, then lower, feeling every light tickle. It only heightened the feeling of what Sam was doing and she reached to run her fingers through his hair. She couldn't wait to return the favor.
"Sam," she whispered, her body tightening under him, "More. Don't stop."