"Anne, Oh GOD, Anne." He was clinging to his last shred of control, his need for her staggering and his want for her dizzying. His fingers went to her clit again, working it over how he knew would get her where he needed her to be with him.
Sam had never quite made love like this before, consuming and mind blowing, desperate and sweet. Anne was everything he needed.
"Come for me, sweetheart. I...I want to...wait for you." he gasped, hips working, fingers working, sweat running down his back.