Something had jarred loose, come unsprung up there in those higher brain regions. Cooper's language center had shut down for a mid-morning break, leaving him capable of nothing but huffs and groans and rattling growls of lust. Heat poured down on him from Sarah's body, sizzled up from his own. The room was a steam bath and their united flesh was a furnace. His member, buried in her to the base, was throbbing with impending release, pounding so hard he was sure she must be able to feel each beat of his pulse inside her.<br/><br/>He let out a breathless shout in response to Sarah's cry, freezing in place for a moment as she clamped down, hard, and again, harder, and again, harder still. "Awgh..." He fumbled to shape the words. "Sar ... feel you c-coming ... so goo - uhh..."<br/><br/>More, he thought. More of her, more of her skin, her scent, her taste. He let go one hand from her waist to wedge the elbow behind him, propping up his torso until he had shaped himself up into a saddle in which Sarah sat cradled. Oh, that was it, right there, his set lowered and tilted just right to keep the ring pressed against her clit while his shaft slipped back, bringing its head into the embrace of her inner muscles. It was there, right there, so tantalizingly close. A grind, and another, and one more, and the world exploded in streaks of white light as his own climax crashed through him.