Cooper half moaned, half chuckled at the scalding hot progress of Sarah's tongue. Quick as a cat, he pursed his lips around its tip and gave it a gentle suck before releasing it and twining his own alongside hers in a motion much like one she had already felt elsewhere. The wandering hand froze where it was as the focus of his mind grew narrower, until his whole world was Sarah's mouth against his.<br/><br/>Then there was that arch, and her heat rubbing more insistently against his, and oh, damn, he wanted her naked, now, this instant. That would mean moving his hands, though, and he didn't really want to do that. There might have been a clever solution, but Cooper's caveman brain had taken over. Still holding Sarah pressed tightly against him, he stepped back from the wall and carried her through the half-darkness to the bed. Knees met mattress and the upper hand released to let Sarah topple backward into the cushy mass of duvet and pillows. The other hand busied itself with scrabbling to remove her skirt and underthings all of a piece.