They fell into a rhythm, moving like a single body. It felt almost effortless, automatic, as if they were speaking through touch now. The velvety crash of Sarah’s skin on his, over and over and over, was mesmerizing. Desire and affection expressed in motion and sound. The sound was changing, though, and it showed that they were both working harder than he felt. A sharper slap was making itself heard as their bodies grew damp with sweat and other things.<br/><br/>Cooper licked his lips. His breath was ragged, coming in gasps and pants, and he felt the familiar pressure building deep within him. He drove harder, and harder. So close now, so close … He bit his lip and eased back. Not quite, not yet. Sarah first. That was what he wanted more than anything, even more than his own release - to hear her, to feel her, to know that he had given her that satisfaction.<br/><br/>Coop slowed to a steady plunge and began twisting a little here, tipping a fraction there. He knew by now that Sarah needed a little pressure on her sweet spot to send her over the edge, and that in this position she wasn’t quite getting it. Maybe … no, how about … not that either.<em>Fancy isn’t working. Keep it simple.</em>He released the grasp of his right hand to bring it to his mouth and thoroughly soak two fingertips in his mouth. Then he bent forward again, just a bit. Just enough for him to slip his hand around and back between Sarah’s thighs to roll her button beneath his fingers.