I reached between us and shifted my hips so I could take him inside me. As I slid him deep, my body trembled so hard that my nipple popped out of his mouth.
"Jay," I whispered. I shifted my hips, moving up and back down.
"Slow down, Lee," he said, his hands grasping my hips.
"I can't. It feels..." I gasped when he pulled me down so my hips slammed against his and held me there, grinding my body against his.
"I know. That's why you have to slow down. I'm too close."
"So am I," I said, a shiver running through my body.
J.J. tilted his head back and looked at me through narrowed eyes. "You're killing me here."
I leaned forward to put my hands on his shoulders so I could move my hips more freely.
He didn't try to stop me. His hands still gripped my hips but he didn't try to direct my movements, only held on.
I groaned as the tension built inside me and I let my head fall back. I moved faster, slamming my hips down harder, until the growing pressure exploded. Pleasure crested and broke over me.
"Jay," I moaned.
I looked down at him. His eyes glinted as he watched me and his hands tightened on my body.
"God!" He clenched his teeth and tensed beneath me.
Our bodies crashed together a final time and I collapsed on top of him, panting.
My heart thumped a wild tattoo in my chest and I bit the tip of my tongue because the words "I love you" were building in the back of my throat.
I knew if I opened my mouth, they would tumble free. I wasn't ready for what would follow if I said them. Well, I had no idea what would follow, but I wasn't ready for the possibility of awkwardness or withdrawal from J.J.
His arms came around me and he cradled me closer as we both caught our breath.
When my heart rate returned to normal, I lifted my head and looked down at him. His eyes were closed, but his expression was one of contentment. I couldn't stop myself from brushing his hair away from his forehead and kissing the corner of his mouth.
J.J. opened his eyes and looked up at me. "Wow. That was the best two minutes of my life," he murmured.
I had to smile. "I'm pretty sure it was more like three or four, but they were excellent, so who's counting?"
He squeezed me a little tighter. "That's kinda mean."
"I just complimented you by giving you an extra minute or two."
J.J. shook his head and gave me a loud smacking kiss. "I'll show you an extra minute or two later."
I started to tell him that he was on but my words were interrupted by a huge, jaw-cracking yawn.
He was laughing when I finally stopped the silent scream for sleep. "Okay, maybe I'll show you tomorrow morning."
"Sorry."
"It's okay. I feel redeemed if I was able to wear you out in three or four minutes."
I pinched his side and he shimmied underneath me, which made me aware of the wetness between my thighs.
J.J. grimaced. "I think we need to clean up but I'm not sure how to do it without getting the bed messy."
I shrugged. "I have an extra blanket for the bed or we can go sleep in your bed."
"Sit up," he said.
I did as he asked and together we scooted toward the edge of the bed. He was softening inside me but he just put his feet on the ground and stood with me in his arms.
I squeaked and wrapped my legs around his hips and my arms around his waist, clinging for dear life.
J.J. chuckled against my ear as he carried me into the bathroom and set me on the counter.
I squealed this time when my bare butt met the cold countertop. "Jay!"
He outright laughed as he reached over to the shelf where I kept a neatly folded stack of washcloths and towels. After he wet the cloth with warm water, he reached between us and pressed it between my thighs as he pulled out of my body.
I held the washcloth there while he grabbed another one, wet it, and cleaned up. He tossed the damp cloth in the hamper and turned back to me.
I knew without looking that my hair was a mess and what little make-up I'd put on for work was now worn off, but he was looking at me as if I was the most beautiful woman on the planet.