He answered Sarah's moan with one of his own, sighing his arousal into her mouth as their tongues brushed and flicked across one another. Her lips were so unbelievably soft, the taste of her mouth so sweet ...<em>goddamn, I could live on your kisses</em>, he thought.<br/><br/>Then that long, slow stroke of her feet gliding up his legs, knees over his hips to clamp down on his waist. His thoughts were no longer words - just images, sensations, and drive. Quiet groans from Sarah as her excitement mounted. His own breath hoarse, growing ragged. The tight grasp of her arms and legs around him, fingers of one of his hands twining in her short blonde hair. And wet heat flowing over them both. He drove harder still, one hand gripping her shoulder to pull her against him, no longer withdrawing between thrusts but simply rising and falling into her like a tide against the shore.