And she knew exactly how to start that day off right. Despite knowing Xander was a light sleeper, she pulled the covers down their bodies and slipped beneath his arm. He woke immediately, but she patted his chest and eased downward, making her intentions clear when she wrapped her hand around an erection that was already semi-hard.

She licked the head and he groaned, his hips lifting off the bed, and she continued, sucking him deep into her mouth.

“Fuck.” He wound his hand in her hair, and as she began to glide her lips up and down his shaft, he tugged on the long strands in time to the rhythm she set. The pull on her scalp was as arousing as his slap last night, and her sex pulsed and grew damp.

She had one hand around the base of his cock as she sucked him to the back of her throat, doing her best not to choke. He let out a groan that had her entire body throbbing with need. Using her free hand, she slipped her fingers over her clit and began to rub in uneven, jerky circles.

She wasn’t sure how she managed to keep going on Xander and bring herself pleasure at the same time, but she did her best. She pulled him deep into her throat and swallowed around him. With a deep groan, he yanked harder on her hair, and she let out her own long moan, pressing harder on her clit.

“No.” He bolted upright, shocking her, and she released him from her mouth. “If anyone’s going to make you come, it’s me.”

Floored he’d been able to think about her when he was obviously so close, she merely blinked at him in surprise.

He reached down and pulled her back to the top of the bed and flipped her over. Next thing she knew, he thrust deep. That’s all it took. One thrust and he hit the right spot that had her climaxing immediately, waves of bliss crashing over her. He continued to pump his hips, his cock filling her as she continued to come.

“Xander, so good. Yes, more. Harder.”

He listened. He plunged in and out, harder, faster, and she never thought the exquisite sensations would end. She was barely aware when he yelled out her name as his own climax crashed over him.

***

Awhile later, Xander had let Bella out back and they’d eaten breakfast while the dog played outside. Then they’d taken a shower, where they’d each managed to behave in order to clean up, and crawled back into bed.

Xander sat, leaning against the headboard, and pulled Sasha tight against him. “We need to talk about this week.”

She shook her head and buried it against his chest.

He chuckled and silently agreed. He wished they could stay holed up in his house without anyone disturbing their… reunion? Was that what he should call it? Brief respite sounded, if not better, then at least smarter.