Sara had to control herself from pouncing of Tracey as she moaned and whimpered. She had to force herself to the leisurely pace she was going at.
"Patience." Sara quipped, telling herself as well as Tracey. She pressed the palm of her hand to Tracey's center. Her other free hand went to start peeling off Tracey's shirt.
Once Tracey's shirt was off, Sara kissed Tracey's shoulders, again meaning for it to be a subtly calming gesture, but couldn't escape the possessive feel. Her hand unbuttoned Tracey's jeans and slipped inside them, now palming Tracey over only her knickers. "You like that, halfblood?" she didn't really like calling Tracey names, but it helped her from getting too emotional and reminded her that this could only be about sex, nothing more.