Oh God, she wasn't stopping. Admittedly, Sam wasn't making this much easier for himself either. With every touch of her lips, he leaned in closer to her. It was a wordless gesture, but that certainly did not mean that it was a silent one. He was practically screaming for her attention, his body movements alone being enough to indicate as such. "Ruby..." Sam trailed off, eyes squeezing shut as she kissed the side of his throat. This was the closest that they had been in a very long time. He had almost forgotten how good it felt to be touched by her. To be loved. This was how things were supposed to be. The two of them - together - enjoying everything that they could give to one another. Why couldn't it be this way all the time? Why did they have to play by the rules and do things the hard way? Why couldn't they just get what they wanted, no strings attached? Here, alone in her apartment, maybe they could. Maybe it'd be okay to slip up, just this once.
"I...I don't -" Sam was on the edge now. If she didn't stop soon, he was going to lose it and snap. Ruby would end up tossed onto the floor or the table or something and there would be no stopping him. Not unless she wanted to stop. And Sam could tell that she didn't want to stop. Because if she didn't want to start, she wouldn't have, would she? Biting down onto his lip, Sam groaned. This wasn't good. Okay, it was good. It was very good, in fact. But it wasn't right, was it?
Swearing, Sam pulled himself back. He let go of his hold on her, senses withdrawing back to himself and himself alone. At the same time, Sam carefully untangled himself from her body and stood up beside the couch. "I'm sorry." He was frustrated and incredibly turned on, but he had to do this. Had to keep things safe. "I didn't...it's not your fault, it's mine. I shouldn't of..." Sam rubbed a hand over his face and looked down. "Maybe we should wait."