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She carefully straddles my hips. “Okay. Tell me if anything is uncomfortable.” She doesn’t settle on my thighs, holding herself above me.
The injury is healed from the outside. An angry red scar slices across the top of my thigh, the staple holes still visible, although those tiny wounds have closed. But there’s residual achiness and some neural pain the doctors said might take several months before it finally subsides.
“Do you want to put a condom on right away, or start bare? I finished my period two days ago,” Winter tells me.
“I probably won’t last very long without one.”
“That’s okay. I just want the connection. And we can always have sex again if one time isn’t enough,” Winter assures me.
“Start bare?” My erection kicks in her palm.
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She rises and slides the head over her clit on a soft sigh. She positions me at her entrance, and the head disappears, up to the piercing.
We both groan.
“Yeah, I’m really not going to last long, Snowflake, and I’m sorry in advance.”
“No apologies necessary. It’s been a long time, and it’s kind of an ego boost.”
I laugh and groan again when she drops down, taking more of me inside her. When her ass touches my thighs, she leans forward and brushes her lips over mine. “I missed you.”
“I missed you too.” I kiss her, distracting myself from the overwhelming sensation. She feels so good. All I want is to roll us over and start thrusting, but that will end things far too soon, and possibly set me back, so I let her take control.
Winter rolls her hips, and her eyes flutter shut. I can tell she’s getting close with the way her moans get deeper and her movements less fluid. I hold her hips, helping her keep her rhythm. Her gaze locks on mine as the orgasm rolls through her, muscles clamping down as she rides it out.
“I’m really close,” I groan in warning. There’s a pull in my groin that isn’t particularly comfortable, and something the doctor warned me about, but like all physical activity, my body will get used to it over time. So the more we have sex, the better it will get.
Winter lifts off and strokes me to release, then cleans up my stomach with tissues and stretches out beside me. We’re both sweaty, despite the complete lack of exertion on my part.
“God, I’ve missed sex with you.” She kisses the edge of my jaw.
“Same. I mean, I’ve missed sex with you too.”
“How was that? Everything feel okay?”
“Everything feels great.”
She shifts so her palm rests over my heart and her cheek rests on my diaphragm. “If you’re cleared for sex, that must mean you’re cleared to get back on the ice.”
“Did you talk to my mom or something?”
Winter frowns. “Uh, I love your mom—she’s awesome—but I’m never going to casually bring up sex with her.” Realization dawns as she puts the pieces together. “She took you to your appointment today, so she knows you’re cleared for ice time. When were you planning to tell me?”
“I don’t know. Later. After sex.”
She arches a brow. “I can book us ice time.”
“That’s okay. You don’t need to do that.”
“Talk to me. What’s going on in your head?”
“I don’t know if I can handle getting back on the ice yet.”
“You mean from a psychological standpoint?” Winter asks.
“Yeah.”
“You come to my games all the time.”
