“I’m not sure I can.” But she tried and to her surprise she made it, her feet landing against the wall in between Dan’s. Now the real problem became clear to Sarah. “I’m too short. You’ll never reach. Or I’ll never reach you, anyway.” Bracing her legs against the wall, she began to shift around, but while she was able to locate the tip of his hardness, and even tease both of them by nudging it just a bit inside her wet, waiting folds, the difference in their heights was too extreme to get any further.
“Hold on.” Dan grunted as he maneuvered, shifting from hand to hand. Sarah strained upward, eager for him to move deeper, nearly crying in frustration when she couldn’t achieve it. “Hold on.” Dan’s voice was strained. Sarah realized he was bending his arms, slowly, slowly, pushing into her centimeter by centimeter as he moved down into a headstand. She gasped aloud as the width of him filled her with such agonizing, exquisite slowness that she nearly came right then. Dan was magnificent; she’d never felt like this—not vertically or horizontally, or any which way up. She knew that no single session with him, no matter how acrobatic, could ever be enough.
Suddenly she understood why he’d said forever.
She was determined to give them both what he sought; a sexual experience they could remember and share for a lifetime. It didn’t make sense; there was no way they could feel that way for each other so soon, but suddenly she was sure. It was what she wanted, sensible or no.
“Now what?” she gasped. If they stayed like this, she’d come all right—she didn’t need anything more but to be filled by Dan for that. But she wanted more. She wanted to make him come too.
“Hang on,” he warned and began to move again. He pushed himself up, his biceps bulging with the strain as he slid up the wall and out of her. In one fluid motion, he sunk down again, refilling her until she thought she would shatter apart. “All those damn pushups are finally paying off,” he gasped and did it again.
Sarah’s arms trembled and from time to time she wobbled, but there was no way she’d let herself lose her balance. This was far too exquisite to miss. She let her legs fall open, bracing her toes against the cool wall to either side of Dan’s legs. As he slowly filled her and withdrew she trembled all over.
“Dan—”
He knew what she meant. “That’s it, baby. Come. I want to see you.” He plunged back down again, filling her to the hilt. Pushed up and plunged again, the sweet friction taking her close to the edge. He pulled out and plunged in again.
Sarah came with an intensity that made her cry out. Ripples of ecstasy exploded through her body.
She nearly fell when Dan came too, bracing himself in place in one of his downstrokes, pulsing inside her again and again until she didn’t know how she’d stay upright until he was done.
She did it, though. And when he withdrew from her, she arched her back, dropped down into another backbend and stood up as gracefully as she had back in gymnastics class. Dan tumbled down a bit more roughly, and staggered before standing again. He clapped his hands to his temples. “Fuck—head rush.” He sat down hard on the ground. Sarah sat down beside him, nearly climbing into his lap with her desire to regain that close connection. She satisfied herself with kissing his neck, his ear, his jaw until he regained his equilibrium and caught her mouth with his. He kissed her thoroughly, sliding his hands all over her, igniting her desire all over again. “You are amazing,” he said finally, pulling back. “You are the eighth wonder of the world.”
“You are so fucking incredible.”
They stared at each other.
“Someone should have filmed that,” Dan finally said. “Not that I ever set out to be a porn star, but shit—there should be a documentary or something.”
“Best sex ever.”
“Best sex ever,” he agreed. “For now.” He searched her face. “This is a for now situation, right? We’ll do it again?”
Sarah met his gaze, suddenly shy. “I want to.”
“I don’t just mean tonight.” Dan’s arms tightened around her. Sarah closed her eyes as he nestled her in his lap. “I want more than tonight, Sarah.”
“I do, too.”
Did she understand what he was asking? Dan wondered as they untangled themselves, stood up and began to clean up from their whirlwind game and ensuing gymnastics. He excused himself to use the washroom down the hall and when he came back, Sarah took her turn. By the time they reunited, Dan felt like the moment was slipping away, and he didn’t want it to slip away. He’d never been with someone like Sarah—a woman who was his equal. He didn’t want to give up this feeling.
He caught her hand and led her to the bed, throwing back the covers. Sarah slid inside it and moved over to make room for him. Facing each other, their heads sharing one pillow, Dan was pleased to see that she wanted to touch him as much as he wanted to touch her.
“Do you think there could be something between us?” he asked. “Once you’re out of the military, would you come live with me?”
“Where?” she asked after an excruciatingly long moment.
Dan searched for an answer. “I don’t know,” he finally admitted. “I guess I could go anywhere. Anywhere I can buy some land. You know what I want to do.”
“A camp for wanna-be SEALs.” She nodded.
“How about you? Where do you want to go after the military?”