Still waters ran deep all right. Shy Sarah had skills Cooper had never imagined, and if he had been capable of speech he would have been thanking whatever deity had sent her his way. As it was, all he could do was give one long, airy sigh after another. Every so often her tongue would make a particularly delicious movement and he would give a sharp hiss as a spike of ecstacy poked through the mist of bliss into which he had sunk.<br/><br/>As she engulfed him with her mouth, Coop reached down and gently brushed aside the hank of golden hair that had fallen across Sarah's face. What a vision she was, growing assertive, feeling her own strength now ... Cooper beamed, then closed his eyes and let his hand rest on the back of Sarah's neck, holding her hair clear but otherwise exerting no pressure. There were a thousand things he was burning to do, but this was her time to lead this dance. He sighed again, surrendering to her touch.