After that I couldn't contain my want for Sam. I pulled him into a deep kiss, so deep that he had to hold me to keep himself steady. I dominated his mouth, my hands rubbing his back and digging into his jeans to grab his ass. He grunted as I pushed his erection into the center of me. I wanted him to feel the heat he caused. I became so aggressive that I was pulling down his pants without unbuttoning them. That must've got Sam's attention because he grabbed my arms to stop me and push me back. He looked into my eyes, still not saying anything, but I knew his question. He asked, "Can I have you? No more games, can I?" He wasn't just talking about sex, he was talking about all of me. He was asking if I finally trusted him enough to let go and not question his intentions. He was asking if I was ready to accept that he loved me and I was. All he needed was my simple nod and he kissed me again, hard. This time he took off his own pants and boxers. I removed is shirt. He lifted me from the counter and entered me as I wrapped my legs around him. I moaned in ecstasy as we settled in that position. He just stood there for a moment, settled inside of me. We meditated on the sensations of our body parts. I felt him throbbing, he felt me pulsing. Then I was ready. He carried me to the bedroom, positioned me on the wall next to the bathroom door and he softly pulled in and out of me, still meditating on the feel of our bodies colliding. I felt my body and my heart opening at the same time, pulsing the same tempo. His body found the rhythm and he throbbed and stroked to the same tempo. We were one. His words to me in that moment broke the silence and the final wall I had around my heart. He said, "I fucking love you so much Mercy." Then he fucked me- hard and fast until I screamed, "I love you too Sam."