It had been almost a year since he'd been here last. And, here was the thing: a year was a long time. And even though Xanthippe hadn't been able to find anyone even half as good as he was around here, that didn't mean she hadn't gotten some practice in, in all her mediocre hookups and sext-y Tinder chats.

And that meant that she was a little more free and relaxed with her reactions than she had been last time. She gasped when his hips pressed against hers, and snickered quietly at the purred pun. It was hot, definitely, like 'hashtag byepanties, hashtag takemenow' hot, but she could also appreciate other aspects.

Also, she could put her own lips close to his ear, and ask, "Yeah, but how good is it gonna feel when I'm riding you on the couch?"