[ there's a part of him that regrets the way he set whole thing up. that strip of bared skin and the hint of what still hides behind the sheet is tantalizing. it makes leonard want to reach out and touch--but he can't. instead he sits, ignoring the growing hardness in his jeans, watching and wanting so badly he can almost taste it. ]

Given the right motivation, I might just hand you the reins. [ his voice goes a little raspy as he continues. ] Let you decide when you've had enough and I get to come.

[ leonard licks his lips and lets his gaze wander from the jut of her hipbones up and up until he can see every bit of pleasure writ in the arch of her body and the flush in her cheeks. the thread of the fantasy slips between his fingers, but he keeps talking anyway. lets whatever words come fall from his mouth without too much thought, just so he can keep the rhythm going. ]

Fuck, you look good, Sara. I could watch you like this for ages, all caught up in it. [ all because of him. and isn't that something? ] Move your hips for me a little. Show me how you like it.