Cooper had begun to push into Sarah’s grip, a counterpoint to the motion of her hand, slow at first but growing faster with every pass. He needed a hand of his own free, now. Lean to one side, rest his weight on an elbow, and he could reach down to cup his hand over Sarah’s mound, palm pressing circles against her bud while his fingers slithered over her slick lips.<br/><br/>Not enough. Not what he wanted, needed.<br/><br/>“Want you now …” Not eloquent, maybe only half understandable gasped out against Sarah’s breast, but it was as much word of explanation as he could form for why he pulled away and rolled to reach for the nightstand. Repeated practice over the past couple days had made the motion rote, and he was covered and back in two hammering heartbeats.<br/><br/>He rolled over her like a fog, leaving a trail of kisses from belly to shoulder as he came to rest on his elbows above her. The first two tries sent his hard length sliding up and over her, along her lips and over her button, but a small change of angle on the third did the trick. With a shudder and a groan Coop sank himself deep into Sarah’s grasp.