"Ohh," she let out a moan, a higher pitch than he could remember ever hearing her voice reach. She squirmed under his touch, wanting more.
He grabbed her hand with his other one and guided it down to his throbbing erection, letting her take hold and stroke. She did so slowly at first, then steadily gained speed, stroking more furiously the more he rubbed her. He leaned in to give her a peck on the lips, getting a slow reaction from her. Her face was flushed as she watched herself stroke him.
He leaned in and kissed her jawline, moving away blonde hair with his free hand to kiss the skin of her neck. He nipped at the soft, sensitive skin, emitting more moans from her.
"Is it big?" he growled in her ear, continuing to nip at her neck.
Her knees were shaking under her own weight, her entire body begging for more. She only gave a weak nod and an almost whispered, "Y-yeah."
"Were you wrong?" he asked, moving his lips up to her earlobe.
She nodded again, a little more attentive this time. "Yes. I-I was wrong. You're… fucking… wow."
And he was. Sam hated to, but she had to admit to herself that she was wrong. Limp, he didn't look more than average. But rock hard, like he wa...