“Oh God. Are you going to—”
Reduce her to gasps and groans. Yes, yes, he was. These panties had to go. The question was how? While he considered that, he hooked them to the side to get his mouth on her and when she bent her knee, he nudged her to indicate she should put it on his shoulder. That made things more accessible. Opened her up. Gave him room to work. He kept one arm around her butt to help her stand and licked inside her, zeroing in on her clit and giving her the pressure she loved.
“Haydn, that’s. Oh. Oh. Please.”
It took no time to make her shake. She came with a sharp inhale, both hands in his hair and her head thrown back. The view he got, her breasts pressed together in the prism of her arms and bouncing, her body shuddering as she flooded his mouth, there was nothing better, except the way she folded to her knees across his, jerked against his cock and sealed her lips to his.
He got lost in kisses drenched in lust and urgency, in the smell of her, the taste, the roll of her hips, the pulse of his own need, thundering in his ears.
And they still had a pants problem. Hers. His.
All the time in the gym paid off when he clasped her under the thighs and lifted her as he got to his feet. The bed was half a room away. Teela was curled around him like a koala on a tree and he would’ve made it there if not for getting tangled in their discarded clothing and the dragging hem of his trousers. He stumbled, dropped to a knee, and her weight, his momentum pulled him forward until he braced his good hand on the floor, holding Teela suspended off it with the other.
The whole disaster was accompanied by her shriek and the ripping of something that felt like the seat of his trousers.
“Hi,” he said, nose to nose with her. Teela’s feet were crossed over his back and her arms around his neck. “Are you okay?”
“I’m good. You?”
“Nope. I have a dire need.”
“Sounds awful.” She tried to look serious and failed.
“Not sure I’m going to make it.”
“Make it where?”
He lowered her to the carpet, kissing her laughing mouth, then her throat, chest, sternum, belly as he got rid of her panties. On his haunches, looking down at her lovely body, he answered, “To the bed.”
When she held her arms out, he just about dove into them with his underwear wrenched down and his ruined trousers somewhere round his knees. Whatever finesse he’d possessed headed for the hills when she put her hand in his briefs.
“Need some help with those?” she said, her head lifted to look down their bodies.
“Much obliged,” he replied as she used her feet to push the clothing down his thighs, making it easier to get rid of.
That’s when she got a look at his dire need; thick, straining, the head flushed, a winding blue vein visible, glistening with pre-cum. Her mouth fell open and she yanked on his shoulder, opening her thighs wider, her hips lifting.
There was a moment of pleasure so intense he almost dropped his whole weight on her when he entered her, his eyes closing and his head too heavy for his neck.
“Fuck, you feel good.” He rested his forehead on her collarbone, his chest heaving from the effort of remaining still when he wanted to pound her into the thirty-ninth floor. “Is this going to work for you?” If he wasn’t careful, they’d both end up with carpet burn.
If he wasn’t careful he was going to fall in love with her.
“Everything you do works for me.”
Oh fuck.
That was the end of teasing, fumbling around, of any restraint. He braced on an elbow and a hand, creating space between them to watch as he powered into her. Slow at first, each thrust making him hiss, and then mindlessly so that it took Teela’s nails in his arm to make him aware she was shuddering through a second orgasm. When she clamped down on him, he let go with a roar. He had enough energy left to drop and roll, bringing her on top of his body before he near passed out.
It took a while to get his breath back. For Teela’s to even out. For him to feel the unyielding hardness of the floor, despite the plush carpet, under his back. And realize he still had his socks on.
He twisted a strand of her hair around his finger, trying to find words to express how he felt. Problem number one was his mind was completely empty. He kissed the damp hair on the top of Teela’s head. He felt great, wonderful. They’d just had sex worth ruining a favorite suit over. Problem number two was that he wanted to shift from the floor to the bed and fall asleep with her in his arms and she didn’t want that. Not enough functioning brain cells left to think that dilemma through. It was simpler to lay here with his eyes closed a
nd enjoy the press of her body and the way she drew patterns on his chest with her finger.
“I should say goodbye,” she said.
He went from half asleep to full dress rehearsal in the time it took for her to sit up. “You don’t have to.” Oh, eloquent, that was going to make an impression. He sat. What was wrong with his tongue? He’d been able to get it to perform on her body, but his usual persuasive manner had gone for a surf.