Alessandra lay perfectly still and held her breath. It was 3.23am and she'd awoken but the lack of cries coming through the baby monitor suggested she'd woken of her own accord. Another minute passed without the slightest sound from Sloane's room and Alessandra deemed it safe to try and get back to sleep.
She rolled in toward Xavier and rested her hand on his belly, giggling quietly to herself when he let out a mumbled sigh of pleasure. Absentmindedly she began stroking her fingers back and forth along the trail of hair beneath his belly button, and found that rather than become sleepy, she only seemed to become more alert.
No thought went into it as she moved her hand lower, another unconscious sigh of pleasure escaping from Xavier as her fingertips brushed against the base of his penis.
Knowing she should let Xavier sleep one thing, but following through with that was another thing entirely; taking him in her fist she gave a gentle squeeze, a loud hiss of breath all the confirmation needed to know he was now awake.
"I can let you sleep," Alessandra whispered, gripping him harder still.
"Somehow I doubt that," Xavier whispered back sleepily and nipped at her earlobe.
"Not when you carry on like that," Alessandra giggled quietly, her breath catching when he licked
that
spot on her neck.
"You started it," Xavier reminded her, and rightly so.
"I'm just a little horny," Alessandra explained, her hand moving ever so slowly up and down his stiffening shaft.
"It must be contagious," Xavier chuckled.
"Sloaney is asleep, Nico is at Abi's," Alessandra commented.
"It would be silly to let this opportunity go to waste," Xavier finished.
"I hoped you'd say that-" Alessandra was cut off by a hungry kiss, and right there she turned to putty in his hands.
Hands which were now roaming her body, fingers brushing against nipples, ghosting down her sides, grazing down her thighs before slowly moving up her inner thigh. With each millimetre of flesh he taunted and teased Alessandra could feel her pussy moving from a dull hum to an excited throb. The throb intensity went off the scale when in one fluid movement Xavier threw the blankets back and climbed on top of her, settling between her legs, on his knees.
He threw her a wicked, wicked grin, before placing a hand on each of her knees and pushing down, effectively spreading her, leaving her feeling both vulnerable, and frantic.
She was at his mercy now, he would decide when her craving for him would finally be satisfied. Even imagining him sliding inside was enough to cause her to moan, and Xavier laughed quietly.
"I know you far too well."
"Shut up, not my fault," Alessandra panted, more than spoke.
"Oh, it's all your fault," Xavier corrected her and placed a little more pressure on both of her knees.
"Oh god," Alessandra gasped, her hole feeling taut and hot. She was pulsating for him, desperate to give herself over to him, to his body.
"I don't know if you're ready enough yet," Xavier feigned concern.
"I am, I promise," Alessandra's voice was strained.
"I better see for myself," Xavier decided, his left hand moving from her knee to where she so badly wanted him.
