It was late. The flat had been quiet for hours, but Domani wasn’t asleep; he was reading, slowly, the lamp on the bedside table lighting up that side of the room dimly. Sophie was asleep next to him, her head at his hip and the pillow bunched beneath her. He glanced at her when she stirred, the outline of her arm over her stomach visible through the sheet. She was wearing a pair of his boxers, nothing underneath, and a small, thin t-shirt of her own. It bunched around her waist as she turned and moaned quietly, rolling just slightly away, resting her back on his outstretched leg. He watched her eyes flutter, and she sighed.

He forgot about the book in his hands momentarily as she stirred again, obviously dreaming. As he watched her he caught the soft catch in her even breathing and the shift of her legs. When she shifted completely onto her back, face turned toward him, Domani carefully slid down into the bed beside her and reached out and very gently brushed the her hair off her neck.

She immediately pressed closer to him, and her lips parted and he could see her quickened pulse fluttering in her neck. He moved his hand slowly over her shoulder and gently cupped her breast. She was still asleep, that much he could tell, but she responded to him just the same. Circling his thumb, he lifted his arm as she turned more toward him again and lightly squeezed, causing her to murmur and press up into his hand.

Domani moved his hand slowly down her side, fingers brushing the skin exposed beneath the t-shirt, moving over her hip and around her to cup her arse, making her press closer again. He turned onto his side, watching her eyes and her lips and as slid his hand along her legs, then in between them – and she woke up.

Sophie looked at him, thighs sliding slightly against his hand, then closed her eyes again and rocked her hips in the very slightest movement down. She shivered.

“What were you dreaming about,” he whispered, turning his hand between her legs and slipping his fingers up into the boxers and against her. She was wet.

“You,” she breathed. She wrapped her arm around his back, pushing up his shirt. She moaned quietly, rolling her hips around his fingers. He slid three into her before she parted her lips to make a noise, and then she was rolling onto her back and taking him with her. He slid the boxers down her legs, her nails grazing his thighs as he did the same with his, and his push into her was easy. She was wet and warm, and already so responsive he felt her shudder beneath him after just his first thrust. She sucked in a breath, so quiet, arching up and clenching around him as she pushed her hands underneath his shirt and over his back, digging her nails into his skin.

Domani bucked into her, gasping softly and catching her lips in a kiss, rocking up into her rock down. He propped himself up on one arm, cupping her breast again through her t-shirt with his other, pushing the shirt up finally and brushing his thumb over her nipple. She bit his lip and arched up harder, pressing herself against his chest as he slid so easily in and out of her. He had ducked his head to her neck, kissing and then biting her collarbone as she came again, this time with a small cry. His stomach tightened and he thrust into her harder, biting her throat as she arched it and came yet again, Domani a sharp gasp off her lips. He came as she shuddered up in another arch, rocking into her and breathing in sharply like he had been holding his breath. She wrapper both her arms tightly around his back, keeping him close as he kept thrusting into her, slower and slower, lips pressed against her neck.