Both Sam's hands gripped the sheet underneath him and twisted, his eyes still closed in sleep or bliss or both.

I sped my rhythm, and with each flick of my tongue, my hips thrust the air, my body craving its own release.

"Paige," Sam moaned, his whole body twitching, the cords in his neck straining.

Hearing him say my name in such a state of passion made me grin around him. I swirled my tongue over his tip while my hand continued to work him, and then I ...