Something came out - not quite her name, not quite a hiss, but a jumble of sound that was neither. He leaned into the arc of Sarah's body, conforming his own shape to hers as if striving to touch every part of her at once. Hands filled with her breasts; arms folded along her torso; hips jutted forward to press his pelvis against her, trapping his now throbbing hard cock between his stomach and hers.<br/><br/>He was torn. There were so many other places he wanted to be touching her, and it felt so good to have his hands where they were. And then that rake, and that beautiful voice, and he had decided. He twined in her grasp, lifting one breast and dipping his head to capture her flesh in his mouth. His tongue beat the rhythm of his racing heart against her nipple as the free hand slipped down the length of her body and on down between her legs. His middle finger wound its way inside her, the palm of his hand rolling her bud as it did.