She licked her lips and smiled at him, a woman sure of her power. “Like it?”
“Love it.” He kissed her, changing positions as he lifted her in his arms and set her back to the tiled wall, wrapping her legs around his waist. He leaned close to suck her nipples, gratified by her moans for more. When he stopped, she kissed him and ground against his dick, which nearly slipped inside her a few times.
“In me,” she insisted.
He nearly pushed inside her then froze. “I don’t have a condom handy.”
“We don’t need one.” She kissed him again. “I’m on birth control and safe. And you are too, right?”
“God, yes.”
She didn’t let him wait and shifted, taking matters into her own hands. He slid up into her, bombarded with pleasure as he seated himself balls-deep.
“Oh, Xavier.” She kissed him and angled her pelvis to grind against his.
The angle left no space between them, and he let himself go, pumping inside her while they kissed, rubbing against her clit while she cried out and humped him even harder.
“Xavier, yes, I’m coming,” she moaned and clamped down on him.
He was lost, pouring into her before he could blink, the orgasm all-consuming.
The water continued to pour over them, but Xavier couldn’t process more than the feeling of her warmth surrounding him while he filled her.
“You feel so good in me,” she whispered and stroked his wet hair. “I’m sorry I took advantage of you. Last night and today.”
“No, I’m good. It’s all good,” he managed as he got his breath back. “Technically, Katie texted me last night, not you.”
“I feel like a helpless idiot around you sometimes.”
He stared at her in shock. “Justine, I can barely remember my own name right now. I’m the idiot.” He wiggled his hips and pumped once more, the feel of her incredible. “Or not, because I came so hard inside you.” He kissed her, unable to help himself. “I know I should let you get ready for work, but if you give me a little time, I can go again.”
“How much time?”
It didn’t take him long to get ready for more of Justine. When they managed to leave the shower, the water had turned lukewarm but not yet cold.
“Want something to eat?” he asked a few minutes later, leaning against the doorjamb of the bathroom. He wore a towel around his waist, his clothes in the drier.
“Oatmeal?” She’d dressed and was applying her makeup.
“Coming up.” He left for the kitchen to scrounge, in a fine mood, and made her a bowl.
She soon joined him in the kitchen. “You’re not eating?”
“I’m meeting Auggie for breakfast later.” He frowned. “If I didn’t know better, I’d say she’s been avoiding me.” When he saw her concern, he waved it away. “That’s typical Auggie, being dramatic. Are you going to be okay today?”
“I guess the cure to a hangover is an ibuprofen and two orgasms. Oh, and oatmeal.” She winked.
He laughed. “Good to know I’m useful and not just a pretty face.”
Justine flushed. “I said a lot of nonsense last night. I hope I didn’t make a fool of myself.”
“Not at all. You’re cute when you’re drunk. But Katie… Not a great singer after a few beers. The acoustics in the car didn’t help.”
She laughed. “Oh boy. We really do owe you.”
He let her eat before asking, “I have one question for you. What was all that about Mitch coming to the wedding? Your sister’s wedding?”
She grimaced. “I thought I’d dreamed that. Ugh. Seems Mitch is coming with Mikayla, who was invited. So not only do you have to be my date, you might have to deal with my ex as well.” She eyed him with hesitation. “It’s not too late to back out.”
