Grace

Sam's warmness overwhelmed me, his hot heavy breath tickled the hair near my ears the way it always have whenever he's close. I held his rocking body to mine as tight as I could, kissing his lips over and over again, melting into it as he was, my insides feeling frothy and light. I whispered his name with every thrust of his hips, and he whispered mine. He created this low growl in the back of his throat, and I wound my legs tighter around him, forcing him closer to me. Our kissing became more passionate, our love making more vigorous.

I felt every inch of him, his firm muscles trembling under his skin, our worlds completely crumbling around us and there was no one else. Nothing else mattered now that we had become one.

Sam

She whispered my name in between kisses, and I whispered hers in response, the warmth of her surrounding me, and I obsessed over it. She surprised me by telling me how warm I was too. I was glad, that she was enjoying this like I was. I had never reached a high this sweet before, a peak so pure. I had never made love until I had first been with Grace a few nights ago, and an experience this new cannot be contained in either of us for too long. I started moaning quietly. It just felt too good; she just felt too good.

"You're amazing, Grace," I whispered, stroking her beautiful hair, my shoulders trembling slightly as I realized I was nearing my climax.

"You are too Sam, you becoming human is something truly indescribable," she answered back, and I smiled lovingly at the sincerity in her voice. Oh how right it felt to be inside of her.

Grace

He squeezed me harder, he rocked into me slower, and he kissed me more passionately.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" I asked my innocent lover. He nodded, a vulnerable whimper escaping his lips. It sent shivers up my spine, made me realize how much pleasure he must be feeling right now. We had only done this a few times, so for me, it still hurt immensely. But being one with my Sam took away most of the pain. He was as gentle as could be, always thinking of me first. I had never heard his pleasure like that before, and I wonder why now was any different.

"Oh Grace," he whispered urgently. I pushed his dark hair out of his eyes as it fell, his golden iris's emitting endless love and powerful pleasure.

"Just let yourself go…"

Sam

I dug my face into the crook of her neck, just deciding to let go. I decided not to hold in my pleasure, to let it go like she had told me. I let the whimper come past my lips again, knowing that's what I needed. It worked, it shocked her and she tightened around me, causing a hiss to escape me unintentionally. I loved her smell, her taste, every beautiful feature about her made me so much closer to my physical peak.

I was there; I was going over the edge.

"Grace!" I cried, my hold tightening once and for all. She held me just as tight and rubbed my back as I rode out my orgasm, moaning her name again and again. God, it just felt so good.