One inch at a time, Samuel's hands worked to free your body of otherwise restricting garments. His breath began passing with anticipation against the side of your neck. His phone rang, but he slid it off to the side with a flick of his wrist, and then he ignored it. The intensity behind each second grew more and more until his actions were obvious. With his hands upon more private areas, which he had declothed moments prior, his lips to your own, and excessive skin to skin contact growing more excessive by the moment, one could no longer deny: Samuel was attempting to bed you.

He was in no way bad at it either. His hands, as if by magic glided across your body, lightly touching more sensitive regions. His lips, though tainted by the scent of alcohol held seemlessly to your own. His chest, bare of clothes revealing toned muscle, pressed to your own bare chest in such a manner that one might feel as if Samuel were the blanket around you, or the clothe you had been wearing. Still, he hadnt crossed the final threshold. The buildup was taking several minuts, but his body called out to yours, assuring it would be worth it in the moments to come.