"I'm a bit of a tease," he said as she rolled him on his back.  The cot was barely big enough for him, alone, and it took a bit to get both of them where they wanted to be - but he was motivated.  As she arranged herself over him, he got breathy.  His hands returned to exploring her skin.  He couldn't get enough of it.  He ran his hands over her stomach, again, to her hips, up her flanks.  He cupped her breasts, lightly pinching their tips as she finally settled herself on his cock with a long sigh as the wet warmth of her sex surrounded him, again.<br/><br/>When her vigor grew, he moved his hands to her hips - both to help her keep her rhythm and because there were few sights more erotic than a woman dappled in sweat over him, because he wanted to see the thickness of his cock enter her sex, he wanted to see her move her hips and the way her stomach tightened, the way her breasts swayed and moved.  And Vara was lovely, indeed, with the flush of sex tinting her skin.  As she drove down, he drove up, meeting her with each stroke.<br/><br/>It didn't take long for him to reach climax.  She came down and he stayed there, the rest up to her, and then he arched into her, holding her hips tight against his.  His stomach muscles shook, his thighs shook, his backside trembled as the orgasm took him hard and lasted longer than he thought it would.  It hadn't happened to him before - but the pleasure came in waves punctuated with what was very nearly a sharp pain.  He groaned, his head going back, eyes rolling, his breath hissing out of clenched teeth.  Eventually, he breathed, "Fuck me, Vara."<br/><br/>He panted and only slowly did his muscles unclench, but by then he was raising himself with one arm, capturing the back of her neck so he could kiss her, again, deep but softer, tender.