"That?" he said, grinding his hips.  "You mean this?  Or...."  He rolled his hips the other way, pressing himself into her in time with the motion of her hips.  And he kissed her, again, because he wanted to, because he thought she'd like it, and because under his levity the sex with Vara was profound.  He could make light because she had lifted his spirits, and because he was trying to slow down his moment of ecstasy.  The tightening of her sex around him was driving him to the edge of pleasure, and he wanted to stay on this side of the divide.<br/><br/>Breaking the kiss, he sighed, and he gave another thrust, this one harder than the one before it.  He rolled his hips once, twice, and pulled out to thrust, again.  He held himself inside of her a moment, feeling the fluttering of her sex around his cock, and then he started more continuous motion.  He started regular, deep, hard motion in time with the rhythms of her body.  He huffed, buried his face in the blanket next to Vara's head, held on to himself for the ride.  He tried to think of stupid things to distract him from the feel of her - the feel of her sex, of the legs around him, of her belly, of her beautiful breasts....<br/><br/>When he was close to the tipping put, he pulled out altogether.  He sat back on his haunches, and lifted her hips by her backside.  He lowered his head to her sex, thrusting his tongue where his cock had been, switching between tasting deeply of her sex and teasing her clit with his tongue and lips.	She could come as often as she pleased, but he wasn't going to make it easy on himself.  He would do everything he could to lengthen the journey before getting to the glorious destination.