He closed his eyes to slow down, the fantasy of her making it difficult to hold back. The pleasure-pain of having to wait the sweetest agony.

Then she slid the condom over him, and he tensed all over and opened his eyes.

She moved behind him, lay back on the bed, and spread her legs wide. “Do you need an invitation?”

He pounced, making her laugh then groan when he slid inside her in one big push, her swollen sex tight and wet and as close to heaven as he’d ever get while alive.

He kissed her while he moved, unable to keep still.

“So good,” he crooned as he thrust in and out. He wanted to say they were making love, but at this point it was all about fucking. Taking. Her moans and breathy cries, the friction of their bodies, her sex gloving him with wet heat—all of it overwhelmed.

With a primal need, he moved faster, deeper, and heard her cry out as he reached his end and jetted into her, coming so hard he couldn’t think.

“Yes, Xavier, yes,” she whispered and clenched her thighs tighter around him, her legs up around his waist, her ankles locked, as she drew him deeper inside.

He groaned and continued to come until he feared he’d black out. When he finally stopped, he blinked down at her. She wore a lazy grin, her eyes dark with passion, her smile wide.

“That was...” He had no words.

“Right? It really was...”

They both laughed. Xavier was moved by a wealth of affection for her, Justine’s warmth and giving nature a balm to a man who constantly gave all of himself.

“Thank you so much for having condoms,” he said.

“You, um, think we’ll need more?” The blush on her cheeks enchanted him.

“For sure.” He rotated his hips once and closed his eyes, still half hard and super sensitive. “I think you about killed me.”

“Oh, yeah. Back at you.” She lifted her arms to twirl the hair at the back of his neck. “You’re still in me.”

“Yeah. I need to take care of this.” He slowly withdrew, left her to dispose of the condom in her bathroom, and cleaned up quickly before returning to her with a warm washcloth. He found her buried under her covers, a blush staining her cheeks.

“What’s that for?”

“For you.” He whipped the covers back.

“Xavier.”

“Hey, I’ve already seen you. No fair covering up all the goods.”

“I still see your goods,” she murmured. “I guess fair is fair.” She put her hands behind her head on the pillow, trying for casual and failing badly.

“I can’t imagine why you’d be embarrassed. You have the best body I’ve ever seen.”

“Oh, stop.” She bit her lip then laughed. “I do?”

“Yeah.” He gently cleaned between her legs, wanting to take care of her. Wanting another taste of her... “So, um, I’m usually a big talker. Taking things slowly, being safe, you know the drill.”