Her pert lips were wet from his kisses, her rubbery nipples burning into his chest.

"I want you," he murmured. "My God, I've never wanted a person in my life… until now!"

Sara, too, felt the storm of their passions building. She ran her fingers over his smooth broad back, lightly playing around the slight curve just above the crack of his ass. She felt warm, secure, again hungry for his love. Spreading her legs a little wider, she thrust her hips up, meeting the underside of his cockshaft with her pussy entrance.

"Fuck me slow," she murmured, kissing his eyes. "God, Greg, fuck me!"

"Let me just look at you for a while," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I want to remember you just like this for always."

He raised himself to his knees, his hands on her shoulders. While his eyes followed the moves of his fingers, he noticed the delicious curve of her jutting tits, the mere hint of a shadow under the left side of each nipple. Slowly he leaned forward and brushed his lips over the rubbery projections, feeling them pulsate, blossom to rigid fullness. He opened his mouth almost lazily, and licked them one at a time, then, pressing them together, chewed on both.

Sara watched his sucking, feeling not only the pleasure he was giving her, but also the joy of just looking at his concentration. She held his arms, touching the meaty, bulging biceps, knowing his excitement was growing from the way his blood was rushing through his veins.

"Hurry!" she whispered, touching the soft tufts of hair that fanned from his armpits. "God, I… need you!"

Greg was oblivious to her pleas, his mind totally on her fantastic shapely body. He inched his mouth downward to her flat belly, working his fingertips into the fleshy part of her hips. Her entire body seemed to steam with sex, engulfing him in a mist of pure ecstasy. He licked past her pussy and nibbled on the insides of her thighs, savoring the milky softness of her skin, the warmth of her body.