Sam's lips parted. "Right...serial monogamy." He whispered. He brushed his nose into hers. "Can't we just... He pecked her lips. He couldn't finish that sentence.

Amie smiled a little and closed her eyes again for a minute. She kissed him again and nodded a little through it. "Okay," she whispered. She pulled back a little and moved over to lock the door. Then she came back to him with a small smile, licking her lips and sliding her hands onto his arms.

Sam smiled a little and dipped in to kiss her softly. It could be told that a lot was pent up. He wasn't looking for sex, just...perhaps this. Closeness.
He closed his eyes and exhaled before kissing her gently again.

Amie smiled a little and after a moment, gently pulled him back over to the bed. She slowly sat down, folding one leg under herself, and leaned in to kiss him again.

Sam kissed her back, exhaling softly after a long while. "Well..." He breathed. "You're good at this."

Amie smiled at him. "Thanks," she whispered. "So are you." She leaned in again and kissed him, but this time, pulled him with her as she slowly lay back on the bed.

Sam smiled a little and slipped over her. He felt stirrings already, and he tried to ignore them, enjoying her kiss for now.

Amie slipped her hands down his chest as they kissed, pushing her tongue into his mouth as well, deepening their kisses. After a moment or two, she tucked her fingers into the top of his sweats.

Sam kissed her deeper, feeling her fingers. He was nervous though, not having done this in so long...
His mind started racing past his heart.

Amie continued to kiss him, but kept her fingers were they were for the moment. He hadn't exactly made a move in that direction and she waited to see what he would do.

Sam kissed down her neck and arched his back, making it easier for her to pull down his pants if she wanted to. He was tender but also strong in the way he held her.

Amie smiled a little and moaned a bit as he kissed her neck. It felt so good... and she was actually very sensitive. She did manage to slip his sweats off as she turned her head to give him better access to her neck. She arched her back a little under him and gently pulled his hips down towards her.

Sam slowly slide her arms up over her head and took off her shirt, kissing her chest while teasing her gently.

Amie bit her lip a little. She didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts were just about as perfect as her legs, if a little on the smaller side. Her stomach was perfectly flat and her skin soft and smooth.
"Sam," she breathed, longingly. She pulled him into her with a little more urgency.

Sam exhaled roughly and positioned himself. He didn't have time to think now that he was engaged with her. The feelings flooded his body and he nearly lost himself in the backlash. It had been so long.