A smile twitching at her lips, Sara settled back on top with her knees astride him.
His hands on her hips, he watched as closing her eyes she tilted her head back and bracing her hands behind her on the bed arched her back.
His heart was racing, the feel of her ass against his erection almost too much to bear. His eyes drifted shut at the hot rush of desire that swept through him, before they reopened.
He reached up his hand to her throat, slowly stroking it down between her breasts to her navel and then up again, his eyes hungrily following the path of his hand on her skin and then finding her face.
Sara kept her eyes closed, but he knew she knew he was watching her. The tip of her tongue peeked out. She licked her lower lip, then bit it as she took in a deep breath through her nose, an action she knew he found deeply arousing.
Still, he wouldn't pounce. He waited for her eyes to open, and when they did he held her gaze as he cupped his hand to her breast and brought his mouth to it.
Sara's lips parted, a quick breath escaping, as her eyes closed again and he felt her sway. With every touch, every brush of his tongue, every suck of his lips, he could feel her melting a little more and him nearing the edge.
Her hands came up, grabbing at his head, pressing him even closer to her, her gasps and whimpers fuel to his ardour.
While he kissed and licked and teased, his hands took a downward path, one moving to her ass so he could hold her in place, the other slipping between them, turning palm up, his fingers stroking their way inside her.
The moan she let out was primal and needy.