"Wait what?" he asked, suddenly confused. His gaze met hers, thrown by the question. "This...I mean you've done it before? Right Sam?"
"Yeah, yeah of course I have Dweeb," she replied, "I was just trying to spare your feelings. I thought you were safe-guarding your virginity for your future wife."
He stared at her and never before had she seemed so...blank. She was utterly unreadable in that moment, but whether or not the concerned gentleman in Freddie lost the battle of wills he probably would never know because he moved down quickly, devouring her in a hot kiss. Shocked by the electricity shooting between them Sam lost her breath, her head spinning. He was quick to give it back, trailing wet lips down her neck and past her naval. She found her hands pulling at his hair of their own accord, her hips raising off the bed when he nestled her pelvic bone. He reached up, sliding her pants and underwear down her legs so they pooled at her feet and he followed off the bed, kneeling on the soft carpeted floor. A soft, happy sound escaped when he began kissing up her leg from her calf to her inner thigh, teeth grazing as he went.
"Is this what you did with her?" Sam croaked out, opening her eyes to the ceiling.
She could feel him nudging her legs further apart, his breath inches from ...