Oh fuck.
I push in further, slowly, giving her time to adjust. She makes a small sound and I freeze.
“It’s okay. Keep going.”
I push in more. Halfway now. And it’s taking every ounce of control I have not to just drive in all the way.
“You feel—” I can’t finish the sentence. “So good, JuJu. So fucking good.”
“You’re not all the way in yet.”
“I know. If I go all the way in right now I’m done.” I’m gripping the sheets next to her head, trying to breathe. “Give me a second.”
“You’re really not going to last?”
“I’m really not going to last.”
“That’s kind of hot.”
Oh god. Why would she say that? That makes it worse.
I push in the rest of the way. I’m buried completely inside her and I have to stay perfectly still or this is over.
Think about hockey. About practice drills. Almardon’s ugly-ass face. Think about anything except?—
“You okay?” she asks.
“No. Yes. Give me a second.” I’m actually sweating. “I’m trying to think about literally anything except how good you feel.”
“Is it working?”
“Not even a little bit.”
She shifts slightly, just adjusting her hips, and the angle changes making her gasp.
“Don’t move.” It comes out strained. “Please don’t move.”
“But that felt good.” She does it again.
“I know. That’s the problem.” I’m dying. “JuJu, I need to move but if I move this is over.”
“So move.”
“You don’t understand?—”
“Then don’t last.” She rocks her hips up slightly. “I don’t care. I already came. This one’s for you.”
I don’t deserve this woman.
I pull out slowly and push back in. The sensation is so intense I actually groan.
“There you go,” she murmurs. “Just like that.”
I find a rhythm. Slow at first, trying to make this last.
She wraps her legs around my waist and the angle changes. I hit something inside her that makes her cry out.
“There?” I manage to ask.
