She gasps and I grin. I’m pacing myself because I want to devour her.
“Hold on to my hair. Show me where you want me,” I tell her.
She puts both hands in my hair, and I feast on her, taking my time. The desire between us is palpable. With every taste of her, I become more addicted, and the sounds she’s making are sounds I want to hear her make for the rest of our lives. I feel every shudder, every pulse, every gush against my tongue, and I just crave more of her.
When she cries out my name, her fists gripping my hair tight against her body, I think I’d die a happy man if I suffocated right here. Let this be my last dying breath, buried in her pussy. True happiness.
She goes limp and I stand, lifting her in my arms. I pull back the covers and place her in the bed and get undressed. She leans up and starts helping me, pulling my pants and briefs down quickly.
“Hurry,” she says, “we’re not done yet.”
I grin and lean over her, kissing her. She leans up, and I turn so she’s on top. She grins, triumphant, and I can’t stop staring at her.
“You take my breath away,” I tell her.
“You take mine away too,” she says. “Literally.” She laughs, and then her mouth drops when I lift her and pull her down slowly on my dick. “Mmm,” she shudders. “I’m so sensitive, I already feel close again.”
“Take exactly what you want, Juju. I’m all yours.”
She rolls her hips over me, and I’m so close too. The buildup of watching her fall apart once already was almost enough to make me come in my pants, and now, skin to skin, I’m right on the edge. And when she goes from a slow roll of her hips to gasping and bouncing up and down, chasing her high like she can’t wait another second, I give in to it, clasping her hips and driving up into her like we’re fused together.
A few minutes later, she’s sprawled across my chest, hair everywhere, and we’re still breathing hard.
“Each time, I think it can’t possibly get better than the last time,” she says as I trace idle patterns across her back. “And it just does.”
“Did you ever think we’d be this explosive together?” I ask.
“I never let myself go there, not fully,” she says. “I mean, I thought about it, but I shut it down fast. What about you?” She lifts her head up to face me. “Did you think about us like this?”
“More than I should’ve, given how much we fought with each other,” I admit. “I did always think it’d probably be amazing, given how volatile we could make one another.”
We both laugh, and then one thing leads to another, and we prove the point again about how volatile we can really be.
“Sorry, I never let you get dressed long enough to show me your pretty things,” I say the next morning while we get ready for the hockey game.
“It’s okay,” she sighs, pretending to be more annoyed than she is. “I guess I’ll have to save it for someone who cares.” She lifts her shoulder, and I give her backside a little slap, making her jump.
She laughs, and I hug her to me when we get in the elevator.
“I definitely care,” I tell her. “I loved every second of exactly how it happened, though. Being in the city, eating too much, sleeping…okay,notsleeping much, but…I can’t imagine it being any better, but it’ll give me something to look forward to for later.” I wink and she grins. “And now, hockey?”
“You know…I don’t think we’ve been at the same hockey game since––” Her voice trails off.
I wince. “Yeah,” I say quietly.
Just the thought of that game takes me back to all the emotion, all the pain. The events that happened that day changed our lives forever, especially for my brother Noah.
“This will be a better day,” she says softly.
I nod.
By the time we’re at the arena, the chill has found the inside of my coat. She tucks herself close, and I pull her in, pretending it’s for warmth. The mood in the stadium is exhilarating, and the melancholy that came over us as we thought about the past is swept aside for the time being.
The game starts out with a bang.
Tully is a speck in the swarm at first, and then he’s cutting through so fast, reckless yet precise, going exactly where he needs to get a goal. We cheer loudly, leaning into each other. I don’t think I’ve ever smiled this much.
Midway through the second period, Tully gets a breakaway. I watch his blades chew up the distance, and the puck leaves his stick. It clinks the post and then lands just inside the net. The red light blooms. Our section erupts.
