I want you to bear down on the back of my neck with your mouth, your lips and your tongue. I want to feel your mouth petting my neck, moving down to m...y shoulders, tasting the favour that permeates my skin. I want your tongue to join your lips and taste my desire, your mind to be focused only on me, while your teeth mildly bite down into my flesh before your tongue awakens me more. I want you… I want to feel your rough dry hands smoothly trailing a path down my arms, then locking your hands. * * * * * * * * * *"Hey. Wake up."Sam felt himself returning to the world, hearing a familiar voice. Hesubconsciously used it as a life-line, focusing on the words as he cameto."Open your eyes, that's it."Sam's head nodded a few times and he woke. Mike Rivers stood over him,awake now, but dishevelled, as if he had been in a struggle.Only he was pointing a gun straight at Sam.Sam breathed in, his eyes opening wide. He found himself lying on hisside where he had fallen, just in front. “Stop tickling me!” she shrieked happily.I stopped my tickle assault and raised my torso with a knee on each side of her legs. I couldn’t help but be very aware that my groin was nearly pressed into hers, pinning her to the ground. She stopped laughing for a moment and looked into my eyes, then did sort of a situp to bring her face closer to mine.Neither of us said a word and I fought the urge to grab her face and kiss her panting lips.“Six-two,” I said softly.“For now,” she grinned.I got up. That he was only fourteen never occurred to her. He was so sophisticated, any feelings she may have had about his age never rose to the surface.Before she knew it, his words were flowing over her like cool, fresh water in a brook. He was alternately kissing her wrist and the inside of her elbow for emphasis, and then touching her shoulder, her knee, and amazingly, her feet. She had always loved her own feet, they were so dainty. She found herself laying back on the leather couch with both of.