She’s making those sounds again and I’m not going to last.
“JuJu, I’m close?—”
“Then come. Come for me.”
That does it. Those words in her voice. I thrust hard twice more and then I’m gone. The orgasm hits so hard I can’t even think, just bury my face in her neck and groan through it, completely wrecked.
When I can breathe again, I realize I’m crushing her.
“Sorry.” I try to move. “Sorry, I?—”
“You lasted longer than thirty seconds.”
I can’t help laughing. “Maybe a minute. Minute and a half tops.”
“I’ll take it.”
I pull out carefully and deal with the condom. When I come back, she’s still lying there looking thoroughly satisfied.
“That was—” I start.
“Really good.”
“I was going to say embarrassingly quick but sure, we can go with really good.”
“It was both.” She pulls me down next to her. “And for the record? I don’t care that you didn’t last long. You already made me come so hard I cried. You’ve got nothing to prove.”
I pull her against me and she drapes herself across my chest.
“Give me like ten minutes,” I say. “I’ll do better next time.”
“Next time?”
I grin. “I brought three condoms. We’re using all of them.”
“Now?”
“Well, not right now. I need a minute. But soon.” I’m already half-hard again just thinking about it. “Very soon.”
We usethe second condom an hour later.
She wakes me up around 3 AM for the third one, kissing my neck, her hand sliding down my stomach.
Best way I’ve ever been woken up.
After, we lie tangled together in the dark. Both exhausted. Both satisfied.
“Are we out?” she murmurs against my chest.
“Yeah. We used all three.” I’m already half-asleep. “Tomorrow. I’ll get more tomorrow.”
“Mmm. Good.”
We fall asleep like that with my arms around her.
February in Torontois probably the coldest I’ve been in my entire life.
It hits me the second I step outside the hotel. Not Seattle cold where it’s just damp. This is proper Canadian winter cold that makes my lungs hurt.
