Your clit

Gasping, you guide one of Sam's hands around your hip and down to where the two of you are joint together. In that hot, wet, slippery no man's land, Sam has no trouble at all locating your clit, and he knows just what to do with it, too. Ensuring that it is sufficiently lubricated, he runs his fingertips around it, grinds his thumb down on it, rubs it between two fingers, and then somehow all those at once. You were already in heaven, but you just rose even further. You lean forward and place your hands beside Sam's shoulders, needing the extra support. It limits your movements, but Sam eagerly makes up for it by thrusting upwards faster and harder than before, while still working his magic on your clit.

It is all too much for you. You freeze up, and have Sam do all the work for you, surrendering all control despite still being on top. He doesn't seem to mind. With his free arm he pulls you all the way down onto him and he catches your lips with his own. Kissing, at least, is something even your lust-addled mind can do on autopilot. You hold his head in your hand as you make out, moaning into his mouth and feeling his rhythmic grunts vibrate down your throat. When your orgasm finally hits you convulse on top of him, arms and legs spasming in uncontrollable pleasure. Sam holds on bravely, keeping you in place and never easing up you as he sends you into climax after climax. "Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum so hard," he hoarsely whispers, breaking the kiss for only an instant. You find the strength to start moving your hips again, eager to reward Sam for the pleasure he's been giving you in kind.

Then you remember. The fucking GAME! You try to warn Sam, to remind him he has to pull out, but one of his hands is behind your head, keeping your mouth pressed against his. You try to form the words anyway, but all that comes out is an unintelligible whimper. Sam's breathing is growing more ragged, you feel his muscles tense up beneath you. You need to end this! Now! You try to roll off of him to the side, but Sam just rolls with you until you are on your back, and he is still pounding away at you. You scream into Sam's unrelenting mouth, but he doesn't seem to notice. With panic now fueling your muscles, you push him off of you, but he grabs your wrists and forces them over your head. With your mouth now free, you can finally remind Sam of his promise. "Sam! Pull out! You have to pull out!" "No. I. Don't, " Sam grunts between powerful thrusts. You feel your panic soaring to new heights, but only for an instant. After that instant, Sam slams into you one final time, and life as you know it comes to a sudden end.