She smiled. Crawled back over to where he sat. Dipped her head down.
Dan groaned when she took him inside her mouth. He had wanted her so bad, for so long, he wasn’t sure how long he could last under this sweet torment. As she caressed him with her tongue and lips he fought hard to maintain control, but when she braced her hands on his hips and drew him in deep he thought it was all over.
Somehow he lasted through several minutes of her attentions, but then he took her shoulders and drew her upright.
“I want you.”
She nodded.
“Do you want to finish the game?”
She shook her head.
“There’s just one more thing I have to do.” He pushed her gently onto her back, and bent down to return the favor she’d bestowed on him. He had to know how she tasted, even though he longed to plunge inside her without another moment’s hesitation.
She was glorious on his tongue and he explored her, loving the way she clutched the covers and lifted her hips to meet him. Her ragged breathing and her small cries heating him up all over again, he made himself take the time to thoroughly enjoy her before sitting up.
“Ready?”
Chapter Nine
?
“I’m ready.” Oh, was she ready. She didn’t think she’d last a minute when they came together, not the way she felt right now.
He seemed to understand her need. He reared up and maneuvered himself closer to her. “I don’t know why, but I keep thinking our first time should be some kind of acrobatic feat.”
“Our first time better be some kind of soon,” she countered. “Acrobatic or otherwise.”
“It’ll be soon.” His voice held a promise that revved her up all over again. “I just want it to be memorable.”
“Memorable?”
He bent closer and brushed his lips over hers again. “Memorable, sweetheart. Because we both need to remember it for the rest of our lives. Come on.” He pulled her up before Sarah could make sense of that last declaration.
“Where are we going?”
“Right here.” He pointed to the bare wall in front of them; the only blank space in the small room.
“Up against the wall?” That wasn’t that unusual, but she knew she’d have a great time no matter how they did it.
“Up against the wall—upside down.”
Sarah laughed out loud, then clapped a hand over her mouth, aware of all the other people sleeping in the Hall. “You can’t do it upside down.”
“Ever tried?”
“No.” A thought occurred to her. “Have you?” She didn’t like that idea at all.
“No. But if ever there were two people who could get it done, it’s us.”
She bit her lip, the challenge in his voice igniting her own competitive nature. Could they do it? “Okay,” she heard herself say.
Dan tugged her close. “If it’s a complete disaster I’ll apologize and bang you silly missionary style; I promise.”
“I’ll hold you to it.” If she didn’t break her neck. “How do we do it?”
“We start out like this.”
She held her breath as he executed a perfect handstand against the wall.
“Fuck.” He regained his feet in an athletic movement. “Condom,” he added apologetically and quickly pulled one out of his pants pocket, where they were heaped on the floor. Sliding it on in a matter of moments, he once more did a handstand against the wall.
“Wait, what do I do?” she asked. If she followed his example, her back would be to his front, which might work, but wasn’t what she wanted. But how could she do a handstand and end up front to front?
“Backbend and kick over,” Dan said, almost conversationally, as if he could stay in that handstand all night. Which he probably could, Sarah thought as she moved into place. A backbend didn’t faze her, although she hadn’t kicked over and out of one since she was a pre-teen still taking gymnastics lessons. She leaned back and let herself fall into position, her hands in front of Dan’s, her face nearly nose to nose with his. “Kick,” he prompted.