Jake fails to exercise a little restraint.

Sam's breath was hot on his neck. She purred into his ear. "I know what you're thinking about now."

Jake nervously tried to back away. "Uh, Sam, we should stop. You're not yourself."

She put her arm around the small of his back to hold him to her. "I don't think you wanna stop. I think you wanna keep going." She bit her lip and moaned a little. "Mmmm, the guilt just makes it hotter."

Jake was rapidly losing the battle with his baser instincts. He stammered, "I don't w-want to take advantage-"

Sam silenced him by locking her lips onto his. As her tongue probed his mouth, her grip on his waist tightened. She broke the kiss to look at him with animalistic lust. "If you don't take me right fucking now I'll fucking kill you."

In one fluid motion, they swiveled and Jake lifted her up onto the counter. She raked her nails down his back, gripping the bottom of his t-shirt. As she pulled it over his head, her long legs locked around his waist. She threw his shirt to the side as he began unbuttoning her blouse.

They were in frenetic motion now. She unclasped her bra, letting her breasts move freely under her unbuttoned shirt. Jake slid a hand under her skirt and felt her womanhood radiating heat like an oven. She grunted and shifted slightly, pressing his other hand under her shirt against her firm, yielding chest. With this she sucked in a sharp breath of air. "Oh my God, Jake, touch me!" She threw her head back and let out a sigh of pleasure. "Feel my tits, my pussy... take me, Jake! I wanna feel your cock in me!"

She pulled her legs back and lifted herself off of the counter briefly to pull her panties down. Tossing them aside, she lifted up her skirt. He had fantasized about this so many times but he never imagined it'd be this hot. She smiled devilishly as her hands reached for his zipper. "Paint me a picture. Show me your fantasies."