Sam gladly rose from the floor and laid beside Anne. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, before leaning in for a kiss.
Anne's little hand was now on him, and he made a sort of strangled noise in his throat. Before he knew up or down, Anne's mouth was on him and he bunched his sheets in his fist to keep him anchored in reality.
"Oh, baby." he whimpered, mouth not that much more capable of anything else. His hips pushed a little bit, but he fought to keep them down.