...houlder and gently pushing her up so that he could get up. He started to lean in as if to kiss her. Her hand came up to block him.
"Don't sound so excited, Benson." Sam muttered sarcastically, raising her eyebrows at him.
"No...no, I am very excited. You know how much I want you. It's just-." Freddie started but he was cut off by Sam's lips on his. "...I wanted to sleep..." He finished his sentence but it didn't seem to matter to him anymore as his lips met Sam's again.
"You sure, Fredifer?" Sam asked as she hastily tugged off her sweatshirt between kisses. Freddie paused and looked at Sam for a moment. Under the sweatshirt she was wearing a pair of boy shorts and an extra small tank top. Her long hair just brushed the patch of bare skin revealed on her back. Freddie found his fingers where the hair had been, ignoring Sam's question, answering with his actions. All thoughts of sleep were forgotten as Sam pressed back.
Sam knocked him backwards onto the bed again and straddled his waist. Freddie was actually pretty used to Sam trying to be the dominate one. It was always a game they played...but in the end only one could come out on top. This time Freddie was determined that it be him so he scooped her up and flipped her under him. Her face was one of surprise as his lips explored her bare stomach. "Trying to top, huh?" She murmured, running a hand through his hair. Sometimes she enjoyed being topped.
Freddie moved so that they both...