Chris finally pulled out and collapsed on the sofa, staring at the ceiling in disbelief.
"That was..." Sammy tried to speak, but the words failed her.
She stood on shaky legs, only to stagger. In an instant, Chris was on his feet, catching her before she fell.
Sammy looked up at him, suddenly shy under his gaze.
"What did you want to do?" He asked gently, still holding her.
"Lie down." She admitted. "My legs feel weak."
Chris chuckles, glancing at the sofa. "That is too small for both of us. Where is your bedroom?"
She hesitated.
He smirked. His eyes are dancing. "Relax. You are too weak for round two."
Sammy's cheeks burned as she pointed to the bedroom.
Without hesitation, Chris scooped her up into his arms and carried her inside.
Sammy felt Chris's hard, lean body under her v
