Trust [NWS, locked to Rogue]

[manc_tyler]

[continues from here]

Sam walked backwards towards the sofa, keeping his lips barely an inch from Rogue's. As Rogue undid his fly, the back of his legs hit the sofa, and he sat down, never taking his eyes off of her.

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[justalilcontact]

Rogue straddled him easily, her ass perched on the tops of his thighs so she could still wrap her fingers around his length comfortably. Her breathing had become shallow, and she dragged her tongue over top lip. She used her free hand to reach past him and pulled open the drawer in the end table, the scarf easily plucked out.

Her hand started to stroke up and down his cock, and she smiled a little as she watched Sam's face.

[manc_tyler]

Sam rolled his head back as she began to stroke him, every part of him aware of what she was doing to him. "God," he groaned in a low voice.

He trusted her, but wanted her to feel comfortable, so this time, he was prepared to let her lead.

[justalilcontact]

She bit down on her lip as she tried to adjust her grip on the scarf without breaking her rhythm, needing to get it bunched in her hand so she could suck on it to dampen it. Even if it was gauze, it was still better if it was wet.

She let out a breathy giggle. "Not God, Rogue. Although if ya really want... Marie."

[manc_tyler]

"Which would you prefer?" Sam asked curiously, running his hands over her, relishing in the close contact - closer than they had ever been. "Given what we are about to do..."