Cooper gasped, struck dumb for a moment by the feeling of Sarah squirming against him and around him. His body tensed, hips flexing and pushing against her softness while the balled fists on which he was supporting himself ground against the chair. His skin flushed hot with desire - and to be honest, with pride at hearing her breathless plea.<em>Oh, ain’t it good to hear that, and oh, you don’t have to tell me twice.</em><br/><br/>He was flexible enough, and taller enough than Sarah, that he could surge against her while still bent over her back and sucking her earlobe. That wasn’t the motion he was after, though. His heart was pounding, hard enough that he would have sworn Sarah could hear it. He wanted something more primal now. And she wanted it. And he was going to give it to her.<br/><br/>He reached to give one breast a squeeze, then straightened until he stood fully upright. Just a moment’s pause to let out something between a sigh and a moan at the sight of Sarah’s beautiful curves laid out before him, and onward. Turning loose. Cooper slid his hands to grip her just at the junction of thigh and hip and held Sarah against him as he began to pump, barely pulling out before driving in again.<br/><br/>“G-god. Sarah.” Each word had to be fought for, gasped out every third or fourth thrust, punctuated by the soft thump of her bottom against his hips. “You feel. So. Good …”