Goodnight

She could not sleep, and he laid still next to her. She looked up at the ceiling fighting herself not to disturb him because he had a rough week; however, sleepless nights are when she needed him the most. She gently turned to face him to watch him sleep in peace, hoping it would encourage her to join in on his dream. Her cheek settled into the cool part of her pillow. A soft moonlight peeked itself through their blinds giving his face a beautiful shine. She admired his beard and refrained from caressing the soft wiry curls. She sees and hears his soft breathing. She prayed he was getting the rest he needed to continuing being the man she adored spending her time with. His bare chest rose and fell gently, she wanted badly to touch him. She sighed. Her eyes drifted down to his stomach and saw the sheet stopped at his waist, “he may be cold” she thought, welcoming a perfect excuse to get a little closer to him.

“I’m only going to cover him up to make sure he stays warm. It will ease my mind knowing he is warm”, she whispered in her mind, she wanted to be as quiet as possible.

She grabbed the sheet bundled around his waist and pulled it up to his chest. He took a deep breath and stirred a little. She turned away innocently, while pushing her hips lightly against his stomach hoping to get a harmless uprising. She felt him scoop her waist into his arms drawing her closer. She now feels the warmth of his chest on her back, an uprising slowly rising on her thighs, and his beard on her cheek.

“Let me guess you can’t sleep”, he whispers in her ear.

She turns to face him and took an opportunity to wrap her leg around his waist.

“I really did not want to disturb you, but I could use a little help going to sleep”, she looked at him innocently.

He grabs her lips with his and starts kissing her. When in a bed there is never a need for clothes and when intentions are clear she is already wet. He enters hard and cold, but she warms him when he glides. She tickles him when he is inside,

“uuuhhhh”, he sighs.

His sighs and his cries are considered laughter during these times.  He bites her shoulder because this is not the time to play, he needs her to get tired so they can once again lay. He shifts his position inside of her making her slicker, she grips, grips, and grips him. He is strong though, drawing himself back then forward in spite of her tightness. She can feel herself giving in, he does not stop pumping he knows he has found it. She falls into ecstasy and loses all of her senses, while he kisses her lips to stifle loud noises. He guides her back to the present, slowing down his advances. She loosens her grip in pulses as he slides out of her slowly. He feels her body relax in his arms and smiles. He did not climax but that is the last thing on his mind, he knows she will take care of him when it is his time. He kisses her goodnight pulling the sheets up to her breast, making sure she is warm, so she does not wake up again.