He plunged into her, sliding easily through her slick, tight sex. The viselike grip of her body had him pumping harder, fucking her to own her, so that she’d experience such pleasure and let go.

Xavier felt his end nearing, his balls tight, the pleasure almost unbearable. “Coming,” he warned and shoved one final time, seizing in an almost painful rapture. He poured into the condom, thrusting as deeply inside her as he could go while she pressed kisses into his chest and shoulders.

“Fuck, Justine,” he swore, so sensitive after that obliterating climax.

“I know,” she murmured. “You feel so good inside me. Like you’re supposed to be there.”

“Yeah,” he agreed and kissed her while swirling his hips and shuddering, jetting the last of his seed into the condom. After some relaxing petting, they both came down from their sexual euphoria and settled into a warm hug.

“You’re still in me,” she announced.

“Um, I know. I’m the one with the dick.”

She laughed. “I like this.”

He leaned his forehead against hers, doing his best to ignore the irrational fear that admitting to enjoying their relationship might jinx it somehow. Could Justine possibly be this much fun all the time? So lovely and kind, even when she didn’t get her way?

Like Christine, May, Johanna. The relationships had all started out so wonderfully then gone downhill. He didn’t want to imagine losing Justine in that same way.

“Xavier?” She frowned. “Are you okay?”

“Hold on. My brain hasn’t caught up yet.” He felt her relax and sighed. “I’m an idiot.”

“Why?”

“Because I should give you space and not pressure you to be together. But I don’t want to.” I want to snap you up before someone else does. He pushed deeper inside her when he started to fall out. “And I want to come inside you over and over again.” Just the thought made his dick twitch. “Justine, my fake girlfriend. I’m putty in your hands.”

“Ah, I see. I can get you to do anything I want if I let you inside me.”

“Anything, yes. Everything. Whatever you want. Anytime, anywhere.”

She laughed. “So easy.”

“I’m really not. It’s you.”

She smiled into her eyes. “No, it’s you.” She kissed him.

“Before this conversation gets any more cloying, let’s just agree to disagree so we can have sex again in another few minutes.”

She chuckled. “Yeah, okay. Now let’s go take a shower together. You like me wet.”

“I really do.” He withdrew and grimaced, missing her heat. “We could always wait here until I slide inside you again.”

“But I wanted to swallow your very clean, very wet cock.”

He couldn’t help a groan. “That’s it. I’m going with you to every family dinner from now to eternity so you can reward me with your steel-trap lady parts.”

She burst out laughing. “Let’s get clean, my not-a-doctor hero.”

“I’m no one’s Mitch, that’s for sure. Get it? Not bitch. Mitch. Heh.”

“Keep it up and I’ll Mitch-slap that fine ass all the way to the shower. Or would you rather forego my tongue cleaning?”