Leaning in close to her ear he whispered, "Do you remember that last Fourth of July before I went away to college?"

Sammy drew in a shaky breath before answering, "Yes."

"After the fireworks and dancing, when all the town had gone home, we decided to make our own fireworks and do our own dance." Steven buried his face in her neck, absorbing th! e scent that was Sammy, fresh and clean, but with a hint of spicy musk underneath.

"I just wonder." Steven started, before moving his hands to her hips and pulling her up against his raging erection.

"What?" Sammy asked raggedly. Steven laughed to himself when he realized that instead of pulling away she had leaned back into him.

"Well, if I were to open that coat and pull up your shirt, what would I find?"

"Steven," she protested lightly, but without much conviction. Slipping inside her coat, Steven's hands drifted up to her stomach, resting lightly below her breasts.

"I bet your nipples would be rock hard little points. Just aching to be touched."

Sammy moaned and breathed deeply, pushing her breasts out slightly before sagging back against him. Steven chuckled before continuing her verbal foreplay.

"And what if I unbuttoned and unzipped those pants." Steven's hands drifted to the front of her khakis, lightly stroking the cloth covering her mound. "And slipped my hands inside, just what might I find?" Steven's hand slid between her legs as she pressed back against his hand, silently begging for a firmer touch.

"Would you be dewy for me Sammy? I bet you'd soak my hand you'd be so wet."

Sammy groaned as his hand brushed her clit through the cloth before dancing away. "Stop teasing me," she begged.

"Tell me." Steven ordered. "Tell me what you want."

"You, I want you."

"And what do you want from me?"

Sammy turned her head, looking at Steven before replying. "I want you to fuck me. I want you to fill me up."