Pleasantly wide were Sean's eyes as those agile hands of his glided along the smooth form of Arianna's body, discovering the lack of a bra as his fingers hooked and bunched her tanktop in his hands, tugging and removing the garment and tossing it to the far end of the table. He couldn't say he was really surprised, though. Arianna was a practical, yet playful woman, and seeing that the tanktop was indeed a tight fit, it likely did the job of a bra just fine. She was also a brilliant artist of manipulation. The tanktop likely served to keep their 'marks' off guard. His lips stopped just below her earlobe at that tender spot at the very back of her jaw, kissing and sucking, purring to her softly. With the proximity of his lips to her ears, his body pressed against her, over her, all the tighter, those mischievous hands of his squirming under her body, cupping one of those pert breasts in head hand, squeezing and kneading just enough to allow his index finger and thumb to close around each of her stiff, sensitive nipples, performing all manner of ministration to her flesh with brief pinches, tugs, and twists.<br/><br/>Arianna's sighs, moans, and especially her squeals were a symphony of pure pleasure to Sean's ears. So long he'd yearned to be the cause of those noises for her, so long he'd yearned to merely here those noises from her. Apparently, she had wanted to make those sounds for him as well, for though she remained pinned under him, he knew if she wanted to stop, she could, or would at least try. To emphasis her mutual desire he felt her thighs pressed against his crotch, and that hot sexual juice from her pussy seeping through his pants, through his boxer-briefs, creating a sweltering, sexual heat against his aching penis. Sean growled hotly into Arianna's ear, trembling against her body as his cock throbbed eagerly. He had to abruptly jerk his crotch away from hers briefly to keep from shooting off precum. He had to wonder if she was just as pent up as he was.<br/><br/>Grunting, Sean lifted Arianna a few inches off the surface of the table; the confining proximity of his hands under her and pressed to the table allowed little motion. Lifting her allowed him to brace her with his forearms, as well as her own if she chose, granting his fingers access to those perky breasts of hers, while still pinning her against the table. The only problem, if it could even be considered a problem, was that with this shift in position Arianna was now elevated a bit more, her feet more firm on the ground, and those thighs and that juicy rump now pushed tight against his crotch. Sean growled hungrily to Arianna, reaching the peak of his tolerance and self-control. One hand darted away from her breasts, and in the same instant the muffled, unzipping noise was heard, soon accompanied by a soft thump of pants hitting floor, quickly followed by the wet slap of his painfully erect shaft contacting her sopping, hot folds.<br/><br/>For some reason, though, Sean held back from simply ravaging her and burying himself to the hilt in her. She wasn't just some girl he ran with, or a business partner; she was his friend. Not that he intended to be all that gentle, oh no, but he wanted to draw out every tantilizing, delicious sensation that he could. So, instead of merely thrusting in, he let his penis glide up and down her folds, slathering his shaft and head in her sticky juices. His own thick precum began to mix with hers, oozing from his tip as he felt her juices dripping down to his testicles, tickling and taunting, dripping off the bottom. For a brief moment, Sean honestly debated in his mind who was truly in control right now. That was a very brief, and unfinished thought though as her moaning and panting drew him back, a new thought of determination to break this table replacing the first.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>