Cooper twisted and slithered, trying to help Sarah divest him of his shorts without breaking contact with her body. At last he had bent himself far enough that she could slide them half down his legs for him to kick away. The struggle only seemed to intensify his passion. He kneaded her more forcefully, sucked harder, lapped faster, bucked his hips against her hand to push his shaft more firmly into her grasp.<br/><br/>Finally he had to come up for air. With a shuddering gasp, Coop released her and rested for a moment, face buried between her breasts, panting against her skin.<br/><br/>“Sarah … mhmm …” He tipped his head from side to side, kissed one breast, then the other, then the first again. Centimeter by centimeter he worked his way upward and out, until he was propped on half straightened arms and snaking back and forth to suckle one nipple, the other, the first, over and over.