"Hey, Sweetheart, what's taking you so long?" Sam called out to Diane from the bed.
"I'm brushing my teeth, Sam," Diane replied from the bathroom.
"How many teeth you got in that mouth anyway?"
"Sam Malone. I know perfectly well why you're impatient but you know me, I work better when I take my time and I'm not rushed."
"RIght, right," Sam replies with a big grin. "It's been a while. So what color is your g-string, huh? Give me a little sneak peek at least."
"Sam, I'm not wearing one."
"Oh, well, I don't care," he says with a hint of disappointment. "It all goes to the same place anyway; the floor."
"You don't have to worry about my underwear at all," she says peeking out from the bathroom door. "I'm not wearing any."
"You? No underwear?" Sam asks pleasantly flabbergasted. Diane can only smile at him.
"Well, Sam, when in Rome..."
"Are you saying Italian women don't wear underwear?"
"I'm saying Europe kind of taught me to let loose."
That's when she finally came out. Sam took his time staring at the beautiful woman looking back at him. He liked what he saw. He could tell she had gained weight because her hips had gotten wider and somehow her breasts seemed fuller. Her stomach, on the other hand, still managed to be as flat as a pancake. He looked further down south and saw no trace of pubic hair. Not only did she no longer wear panties, she shaved off her cute little bush, too.
"Ready to do this?"
"I've missed this," she admits with a nod.
"Well, don't just stand there," he said pulling off the bedsheets to fully reveal his own naked self. "You want it, come and get it."
Diane wanted it, too. She would never fully admit so, but Frasier couldn't satisfy her on his best day. Not being able to stand it any longer, she jumped on him. She was never able to hurt Sam. He had called her "the butterfly" because even when she came on strong, she was gentle to the touch. At first, she thought that was an insult but come to find out, it was the best compliment. Sam liked it when the women were gentle. He, on the other hand, plowed into her like nobody's business. Diane liked it rough; the harder the better for her.
They always started with the touching. Sam liked Diane to massage his chest. She never knew what it was about that but it somehow always got him going. She knew he was ready when he tickled her stomach. That was the only place on her body that was ticklish and it made her giggle and squirm and that really turned Sam on. He would then flip her over and finger her in between the legs to get her wet. She in return would massage his neck until she felt him enter her. She held on tight because when he came on, it was like a hurricane. She was wet, he was wild and they didn't know how long it was going to last.
When Sam got his, Diane then got on top of him again. She would let Sam inside of her just a little enough to say so and then would tease him a little with circular motions. It always made him crazy and he wanted more but she wouldn't give in until he was back on top. That was when the cycle would continue until Sam would orgasm. It always excited Diane to her core. It was like a lion's roar and she would feel like the queen of a jungle. He would kiss her lips, the only time they ever would when they had sex, when it was all over.