It's after 2 am when she enters their bedroom. Quietly as possible as to not wake her husband. They've both pulled all-nighters last night, which means she's been awake three days now. She's exhausted, but wired, credited to the caffeine. She takes a look at Henry, peaceful in his sleep, lying diagonally in the bed clutching one of her pillows. Sometimes she wonders how many married couples cuddle throughout the night like they do. She gives a slight chuckle at him and enters their bathroom.

She starts the shower, as hot as she can stand it. Her back aches from being at work for too long. As she undresses she spends time appraising herself in the mirror. She's learned to be kind to herself at this point in her life. But some habits die hard, and she can't help but to notice her breasts aren't as perky as they once were and she bears the scars of a breech baby and Iran. Not that her husband cares about those things. No matter how her body has changed over the years, Henry is always excited to see her naked.

When she steps in the shower she lets the water run down her back for a few minutes, easing her tension, and bringing her back to life. She washes her hair, taking time to firmly massage her scalp. As she's doing the rest of routine, her mind starts to calm. Finishing up by washing off any remaining makeup that she applied two mornings ago. She turns off the water and steps out of the shower. She quickly wraps her hair in a towel, and then towels off the rest of her body. She starts brushing her teeth as she gathers a pair of panties and one of Henry's t-shirts. She spits the toothpaste, rinses her mouth and gets dressed.

When she makes it over to her side of the bed, she gently nudges a deeply sleeping Henry out of the way and climbs in. She had hoped the shower would work, but she's still too wired to sleep. She thinks about going to make some tea, but decides her body doesn't want to move. So she lands on doing one thing that she knows will force her mind to let her sleep away her exhaustion.

She doesn't want to waste time, this isn't a teasing kind of night. She takes one hand, up her shirt and places it on her breast, squeezing it and then working her nipple into a peak. Simultaneously, her other hand goes into her panties, her middle finger circling her clit with a quick light hand. She goes straight to her highlight reel, Henry's tongue, Henry's hands, Henry's cock. She lets out a quiet content sigh as she feels herself getting wet and the arousal builds inside of her. She removes her hand from her breast and it joins the other one inside her panties. She slips a finger inside, still lightly teasing her clit. She fucks herself slowly with one finger letting her body open up. After a few seconds she adds a second finger and moans as she teases her spongy upper wall. Both of her hands work together finding a quick rhythm. The fire begins in her lower belly and her hips start bucking into her hands.

"Cant sleep?" she startles slightly, but smiles when she turns to look at him. Her hands, slow, but they don't stop as she takes him in. His eyes are wandering across her body, a sleepy smile plastered on his face. His cock is hard in his boxers. She nods at him, not trusting herself not to moan too loud and wake one of the kids.

His smile goes from sleepy to mischievous. He scoots closer to her and grabs her wrists. He places her arms above her head, pinning her to the bed and kisses her hard. Their tongues dance together in a short make-out session. He chuckles and breaks the kiss when she impatiently starts grinding her hips into his. He wastes no time in taking her panties off and settling his face between her legs. He uses his hands to separate her lips, and then takes one slow lick starting at her asshole and working his way up. She lets out a moan and he repeats his actions. This time he spends a little time on her ass, and she arches her back. He'll never forget how much fun it was finding out how much she liked having her ass eaten. When her moans get louder he moves up to her clit. He wraps his lips around it and starts to suck. Her hands bury themselves in his hair.

"God, Henry" she's close to the edge. He pushes two fingers inside of her and adds his tongue to the mix on her clit. He curls his fingers pressing against her gspot.

"Yes, baby, right there." He maintains his pace. Knowing steady wins the race with his wife. Her thighs start to clench around his neck, her nails scratching into his scalp.

"Henry, I'm gonna" and she is over the edge. Her vision goes white and her breath hitches as waves of pleasure radiate throughout her body. He slows his pace a bit but keeps up his actions, helping her milk every last bit of her orgasm. He stops when her back meets the bed again. She lets out a happy sigh as his body comes over her once again and gives her a kiss.

"Think you can sleep now?" He asks as her body is already giving way to her exhaustion. She shakes her head.

"What about you? I can-" she starts

"That was for you. Let's get some sleep baby." He cuts her off. He rolls off of her and onto his side of the bed. She cuddles into his arms, and he replaces the blanket over both of them.

"I love y-" she's asleep in his arms before she can finish the sentence. He places a kiss to the top of her head.

"I love you, too." He whispers. Quickly following her to slumber.