Then I felt my balls tighten and the familiar welling pressure through my shaft. No. I froze. This was not happening. Not with her, and not at all. After a few seconds of me failing to move, Emilia nudged me, still trapped between my arms. “Vic? Are you okay?” My jaw flexed. I was the opposite of okay, and fuck, that was a first too. She wasn’t kidding when she joked about taking my virginity. I’d pretty much experienced everything I had avoided during my youth all in one day and in one night—at twenty-eight years old. And I hated it. “If I move, I’ll come,” I said, and flex went my jaw again.
