...Freddie's body. Her warmth was irresistible as he tugged off her tank top and trailed the kisses from her stomach to her perky breasts, sucking and nibbling lightly on her nipples. Beneath him she moaned and he smirked as he pressed his face into her neck. He inhaled deeply-she smelled like ham and...and...men's deodorant? Actually that was a common smell for Sam Puckett. She didn't like the flowering scents that Carly or even her own mom wore. She mostly wore Axe and Freddie wouldn't have it any other way.
Soon Freddie's boxers lay on the ground and Sam just smirked at him. "You actually look like a man now...not just some boy parading around and pretending to be grown."
"Do you have to insult me?" Freddie said offhandedly, narrowing his eyes at the petite blond below him. He tried to ignore the irresistible notion to just 'take' her.
"If you didn't like being insulted, you wouldn't be doing this, Fredbag."
"You make me sound like a masochist."
"And if you are?" She asked, hooking her thumbs in her underwear and wriggling out of them. "You don't seem to mind this..." Sam leaned forward, running her nails down Freddie's back and leaving long red lines. He squirmed as the pain turned to pleasure. Maybe he was a masochist after all...
After that words were not spoken...only gasps as they embraced and broke apart only to come together a...