It didn't take more than a half dozen strokes of Sarah's magical fingers to destroy Cooper's coordination completely. Hand and tongue, which had been moving in unison, dropped into a ragged counterpoint. He struggled mightily to keep his cool, but technique was crumbling rapidly under the press of pure desire.<br/><br/><em>Kicking it up a notch.</em>The thought bubbled up from a great depth, swimming up through the haze of steam and lust.<em>Raising the ... bar ...</em>And for once he kept enough control of himself to muzzle the laugh entirely, the only outward sign of the involuntary pun a sudden lurch and clench in his stomach that could have passed for a spasm of excitement. So, it was a competition now, eh? Then he had best go for a higher difficulty. But he so wanted to stay within reach of Sarah's marvelously skillful hands.<br/><br/>Time to try adding another element then. The hand that had cradled Sarah's breast released it and slipped around her waist and on down, past those beautiful dimples on either side of the base of her spine. Coop took a second to compose himself, then set both hands to work at once, the front probing and twisting as before, the rear caressing and squeezing each cheek in turn.