“Two can play at that game,” she whispered before her hand shot out and gripped his cock. She ran that delicate palm down his shaft, right to the tip, before she circled the head gently and repeated.
“You can’t do that,” he panted. “Seriously. If you want this to- uh- be at all enjoyable for you, don’t ruin it before we start.”
“I’d love to not stop,” Teela rasped. There was a devious twinkle in her eyes. “I’d love to do this until you came all over my hand and my belly and my thighs.”
“Teela…” Ross groaned. His cock kicked hard in her hand. “Don’t say things like that.”
“Why not? It’s what I want.”
“What I want is to be inside of you, buried to the hilt, giving us both pleasure.”
Teela’s brow arched. “For two and a half seconds?”
“Yeah. For two and a half seconds.”
Teela shrugged maddeningly, but her hand fell away. “Alright, if it’s what you want.”
“It will be the best two and a half seconds of your life.”
He didn’t give her a chance to protest. His hands encircled her hips and when he picked her back up, she was ready. Her legs curled around his hips and her back hit the shower wall. The water streamed between them, making them both slick and wet. Slicker and wetter were probably better terms.
Ross gripped his cock and brought it to her entrance. She was so warm and wet that he nearly didn’t even last the two and a half seconds he promised her. He had to grind his teeth so hard his jaw clicked and think decidedly unsexy things like his mother interrupting them, just to keep it together.
There was no one to interrupt them and when Teela’s feet bit into his ass and her hands grasped his shoulders and her nails sunk into the muscle, and her head fell back, her eyes closed and her lips parted, it was it. He closed his eyes and surged forward, filling her in a single hard stroke.
She gasped near his ear, the sound echoing around them, but it was a gasp of pleasure.
There was no word for how it felt to finally be inside of her. No single word would or could ever do it justice. She was so tight, so tight and warm and wet and soft and amazing. Her inner muscles clenched around his dick and he’d been kidding about the two point five seconds, but seriously, he doubted that he could last longer, because Teela’s pussy was glorious.
“You have the most amazing pussy,” he panted.
“Shut up and fuck me,” she panted back.
She kissed the grin right off his lips, nipping and sucking and biting and thrusting her hips between him and the wall all while her inner muscles worked the hell out of him.
Teela shuddered and rocked her hips into him as he thrust blindly. There was no rhythm, because damn it, he couldn’t find an ounce of control.
“Oh my god,” she panted. “Yes. Just like that.”
Ross flexed his hips totally on instinct. “Like that?”
“Yes- oh- oh my god. Yes.”
Teela’s little breathy moans and her wild bucking was like a kick straight to the nuts- in a good way. The best kind of way. If there was a good way and a best kind of way. Ross thrust harder, savoring every single second he was inside of her. He hoped he was hitting all the best places for her, and judging from how responsive she was, he was doing something right.
This wasn’t just sex. It was bliss. It was transcendental. It was like reaching that place that he’d always heard about, but never knew it existed. He’d been at that place with Teela before. It was the first time he’d never felt like he was pretty much obligated or like he was just scratching the urge that regular people had. He didn’t feel trapped. He didn’t feel caged. He didn’t feel edgy and he sure as heck wasn’t thinking about how to make a hasty retreat after or how much it was probably going to cost him or whether Teela was thinking about his bank account at the moment instead of just enjoying what they were doing.
All his life he’d felt panicked, no, fucking terrified, when it came to thinking about spending the future with one person. He liked the option of being single. He didn’t want to be tied down. He’d never wanted to get old with that one person. He didn’t even believe that it could be done anymore. It was a notion from the distant past.
Then there was Teela.
And it wasn’t just her body. Or the sounds she made. Or how well they fit together. He didn’t know what it was about her, but there was something different. It made him feel different.
“Ross…” Teela breathed next to his ear.
He thrust harder, wild, sensing how close she was, but also because he couldn’t not thrust harder and wilder.