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“Good. It’s good. This is so different. I feel your piercing, oh God.” Her brow furrows as I push in another inch. “That’s just… Don’t stop, please.”
“Anything for you. You know that.”
I ease in, one slow inch at a time, eyes never leaving hers. She’s soft and warm and wet and tight and damn well perfect. I get it now—the whole idea that sex without a condom is different. Because it is, although I feel like it’s half about sensation and half about connection.
We’re both panting by the time I’m buried inside her. She tugs me forward and claims my mouth. I wrap her legs around my waist and run my hands up her back, under her tank. She breaks the kiss long enough to pull her shirt over her head, and then we’re kissing again. I rock my hips, staying deep, and Winter moans into my mouth.
Her hands are in my hair, fingers gripping the strands. Then her fingers wrap around my biceps, nails digging in. I want to move, to thrust, but I’m worried I won’t last very long. Not like this—and not long enough to make her come the way I want to.
I break the kiss so I can get a hand between us and massage her clit. She cries out and throws her head back, hips rolling. “Next time we’re alone like this, I’m going to bend you over the counter. How does that sound?”
“So fucking good,” she groans. “So close.”
Her arms tremble, and I feel it, the soft flutter—faint at first and then building. Every muscle in her body tightens and she moans my name, hips jerking as the orgasm rolls through her. Which is when I let go. I pull out until I’m at the ridge and push back in.
Winter’s eyes go wide, and her mouth drops open. “Oh my God, yes. Do that again.”
So I do. Over and over. Harder and faster at Winter’s request. And she keeps coming, and I keep pumping—until I remember I’m not wearing a condom, and I’m about three strokes away from an orgasm.
“I gotta stop. I’m gonna come.”
“So fucking come.” Her legs are locked around my waist.
“I’m bare.”
“Shit. Right.” She unhooks her feet and pushes on my chest, somehow managing the coordination to wrap her hand around my erection as I come. All over her right thigh.
“Fuckin’ hell,” I groan. My legs are wobbly, and I’m unsteady on my feet. I brace a hand on the counter. “What a mess. That was the worst, best idea I’ve ever had.”
Winter bursts out laughing. “Want to hand me a paper towel?”
I laugh and let my head drop to her shoulder, blindly reaching across the counter for the paper towel roll, or a napkin, or tissue, whatever is closest. “You have to drive me to practice. I’m too orgasm-stupid to do anything but breathe right now.” I hand her a napkin.
“My pussy is that magical, huh?”
“So damn magical.” I kiss her neck and back up so I can see her face. “I’m sorry that was close.”
“It’s not your fault. I got carried away too. And the condoms are a good additional precaution, but I just finished my period a few days ago, so I’m not ovulating. We’re safe and smart, BJ.”
“I know. Still, it was my idea.”
“I have zero regrets, although it’s going to be hard to go back to condoms all the time when I know how good it can feel.” She pulls her tank back on.
“We don’t have to. Not all the time, if you don’t want. When it’s safest, we could go without.” I tuck myself into my underwear and nab my shirt from the floor. I pick up Winter’s shorts and underwear.
“Okay. Yeah. That sounds good.” She glances at the clock on the stove. “Shit, you’re going to be a few minutes late.”
“It’s okay. Adele’s always late anyway.” I grab her hand before she can disappear into my bedroom to get dressed. “I have something I’ve been meaning to ask you.”
“Do you want to wait until we’re in the Jeep? I don’t want to piss Adele off.”
“Don’t worry about Adele.”
She tips her head. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah. Everything is great. Better than great.” I squeeze her hand, my stomach twisting a little. “I know you’re not a huge fan of labels, but I feel like we’re beyond the just-dating phase, and I’d really like to be able to introduce you as my girlfriend, if that’s okay with you.”
She tugs at the end of her braid.
