Not that he wasn't already deliriously happy to have a good mouthful of Sarah's breast, lips locked tight around her and tongue batting furiously against the stiffened nipple. He was additionally grateful, though, for the sound deadening qualities when her straying touch found that one sensitive spot. Instead of a sudden hoot of laughter, all that escaped was a coarse snort that could pass for a primal grunt of lust if you didn't examine it too closely.<br/><br/>Another, real groan of desire followed hard on its heels. Hard was the word, all right. Cooper gasped aloud as Sarah's delicate fingers coaxed him free from his pants and skivvies. He was throbbing, almost aching, and stiff as a fencepost. He rolled over to one side and tore away the last of his clothes, his member still resting in her hand. He watched, entranced, as Sarah's thighs drifted apart and open, beckoning...<br/><br/>Where the hell was that drawer? He stretched out his arm until he was half sure his shoulder would pop, unwilling to roll away from Sarah's magic touch. Aha! The tips of his fingers found the handle and he tugged it open, pawed inside until he found something flat, pulled it out - bingo. He gave the package a savage tear and covered himself as quickly as his fumbling fingers could manage.<br/><br/>The move was a blur; suddenly he had moved to kneel between Sarah's legs, his knees up alongside her hips, her legs thrown around his waist. Cooper's hands slipped down and around her bottom again, and he lifted her pelvis, just a little, and a little more ... that was the place, the tip of his manhood pressed against her lips. His fingers clenched and he pulled her against him, once, hard, driving himself into her.