“Who popped you one?”  Shane asked, her hand find it’s way down the waist band of Sam’s shorts.  Her fingers pressed against Sam’s wetness.

            “Jayden, we had a boxing…  Damn Shane…  Match…”  Sam said, her sentence broken as Shane pushed a finger into her, the lust brimming over as Sam rocked her hips.

            “I can’t kiss your lips…”  Shane said, pouting as she pushed a second finger into her. 

            “Just a bit of blood if you do, a little pain with a lot of pleasure….”  Sam offered; and Shane found her lips as she moved her hand in and out of Sam.  Their lips locked and their tongues danced together in the same rhythm that Shane was building, her palm pressing hard against Sam.  Sam’s breath hot and heavy as Shane rode her with her hand;

            “***** Shane…”  Whimpered Sam as she came, Shane’s mouth locking onto her’s.  Sam fell back onto the couch as Shane pulled her hand away, licking the tips of her fingers.

            “Hi honey, I’m home.”  A soft groan emanated from Sam who sat up and gently pushed Shane onto the couch, helping her pull her shirt off.  Sam stared at her; her body glowed in the blue hue of the TV and Sam grinned. 

            “I see that you are home, come to me…”  Sam wiggled her eyebrows and Shane added.

            “Or for you?”  Sam nodded hovering over her and kissing her lips gently; soft and meaningful.  She slowly worked her way down her neck, Shane arching her back as Sam‘s hands teased her, avoiding any erogenous zones.  Making Shane wither in desire.  Sam‘s mouth found her nipples, circling them with her tongue and flicking them as they grew hard as diamonds.  Sam moved her tongue around her breast, lapping at the silky flesh as Shane‘s hand found her hair, tugging it so that Sam looked up and met her gaze.

            “You’re a ***** tease…”  Shane said, her voice gravely and Sam just grinned and went back to trailing her tongue across Shane‘s belly now.  Kissing the skin, as if tasting if for the first time; her hands pulled down Shane‘s jeans.  Letting them fall almost silently to the floor; leaving the pair of underwear she’d been wearing on her.  Her mouth skirting around the material, her fingers parting her legs as Shane‘s hips moved beyond her control.  Sam‘s tongue trailed her hip bone and another groan from Shane‘s gorgeous lips.

            “*****…”  Shane breathed, making Sam smile that much more as she flicked her tongue over Shane‘s wetness through the material, her breath warm on Shane‘s already hot skin.  Fingers massaging her inner thighs, stroking her fire and making Shane moan even louder.

            “Please Sam… for *****’s sake…  Please…”  Shane begged, as Sam‘s flattened tongue pressed against her, the material muting the pleasure an intensifying the desire.  Shane pressed herself up against Sam‘s open mouth, and finally Sam pulled the soaked underwear down and tossed them to the floor. 

            Sam darting her tongue out, barely grazing Shane as Shane jumped as if she’d been struck by something electrical; her back arched and Sam clasped onto her *****, pressing her flattened tongue against her and massaging the nub gently as two fingers pressed into Shane‘s slickness.  Gaining easy access as her fingers curled inside of her and Shane froze in ecstasy; Sam‘s tongue edged her closer and her fingers drive her to the brink and toppled her into it. 

            “***** baby!”  Shane groaned; her hips riding out the wave of the ***** that slammed into her as Sam‘s fingers didn’t stop, extending the waves and letting them wash over her.  Shane grabbed her and pulled her to her, kissing her mouth and tasting her own passion on Sam‘s lips.  Shane‘s tongue darting into Sam‘s, then trailing over the bloody split, tasting Sam‘s blood as she met Sam‘s gaze.

            “Welcome home.”  Sam said in a dead pan voice and Shane let out a bark of a laugh and pulled her close, laying Sam on top of her and holding her, letting her weight rest on her.