She took him down at the door, a whirlwind of flying clothing until all he had left was a single white sock. She wrapped herself around him; possessing him, (tattoos not an option) soft fingers madly caressing his naked skin, warm tongue trailing behind until he was whimpering, breathless and dizzy. Her carnal touches made him laugh, moan and beg until he finally surrendered to the wanton, fervor onslaught.
She snuggled behind him, one leg wrapped around his hip, face buried in his brown, tangled hair. Sleepy and sated, he hugged the arm around his waist.
"Missed you, Sam."
"Sarah."