Notes: Characters copyright Tamora Pierce.
Hands ghosting slowly and sensually down his chest startled George into wakefulness. He bit his lip to keep from waking his wife, naked and still sleeping, as the hands explored lower and lower, slipping through the sheets with ease. Unwillingly, his eyes fluttered shut and his quiet pants filled the air.
Warm breath tickled his ear gently, an erogenous zone. George jerked slightly, held back a moan, and was done. The hands were gone just as suddenly as they'd come.
"Damn you, Kyproith," he muttered softly. A light laugh filled the room in response.