Jeremiah and Sara held each other for what felt like forever, exchanging soft, slow kisses as they slowly got closer and closer to each other. Without breaking the kiss Sara slowly changed position, moving so she was almost standing, and then sliding onto his lap, straddling him. She finally let go of his hands and draped her arms around his shoulders and let out a soft, content moan.
Jeremiah quickly realized a big difference between her and Nymia, Sara was letting him lead. Nymia was dominant and strong and was pulling the strings in their encounter from the moment their lips touched but here? This was so different, there was no sense of urgency or desperation. They both wanted it, and they were getting it, so they were taking their time.