"Exactly." Sara gave a feral grin as her eyes roamed Clara's body hungrily as the older girl laid back on the table. She licked her lips as she moved closer to the table.
Moving so she was against the table and standing between Clara's legs, her grin only widened while Clara began undoing her top. Leaning over the table and Clara, she took the bottom button of Clara's blouse and began undoing the buttons enough to slide her hands underneath to caress Clara's stomach.
"I think..." Sara brought her mouth to Clara's neck, nibbling on it softly as she raked her nails over Clara's stomach. "Run your hands through my hair, but don't control me..."