"Are you sure about this?" he asks, giving me the opportunity to change my mind once again.
"I've never been more certain about anything in my life," I say. He lowers his lips to mine and gives me a tender kiss then pulls away like he just remembered something.
"Do I need to use a condom?" Condom? We've never used them before, and if I'm being completely honest, I really don't want to start now. I like the feel of his skin on mine.
"No … no condoms," I say. "Isobel said we're covered with the breastfeeding for now."
"Okay," he says. "Are you ready?" Considering I just gave him what I consider to be one hell of an orgasm a few minutes ago, I should be the one asking that question, except I can feel him against my leg, and he's more than ready to go.
"Yeah," I breathlessly say. "I'm more than ready. I'm about to explode."
"I know what you mean, love," he says then he lowers his mouth until it touches mine. I'm concentrating so hard on his lips moving with mine that I don't feel his hand making its way down my body and between my parted thighs until he starts the gentle circular motion on my throbbing nubbin with the calloused pad of his middle finger. I gasp into his open mouth then sigh. It feels so good and very familiar. My hips dance in time with the rhythm he sets and my tongue twirls with his as our kiss deepens.
"Tobias, oh God!" I moan when he very carefully inserts a single finger into my moist center and very slowly thrusts the digit back and forth while circling my nubbin with his thumb. Everything feels the way it did before Peanut. There have been no surprises so far this evening with the exception of not knowing I could want him this badly. "Please, baby. I want you. God, I need you. Please don't make me wait."
He moves his mouth to my ear and says, "Patience, love," then he sticks his tongue in it and twirls it all around, adding to the spectacular fireworks show that's going to go off in a matter of seconds. My hips sway back and forth on his fingers, and I'm not wrong. My whole body tenses, and I experience an explosion of sensation unlike anything I've ever felt before. My hips involuntarily keep time with the ministrations of his fingers until my senses return. When he moves his mouth back to mine, I feel him settle between my outstretched legs, knowing that I'm ready for him. He reaches between us and places himself at my entrance, and then reaches up and cups my face, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. I rest my hands on his hips while we stare deeply into each other's eyes. "I love you."
"I love you," I say, repeating each word back to him with the respect it was just given to me. I reach up and run my fingertips lightly down his cheek then raise my lips to his. We kiss slowly, softly as we cling to each other. He gently thrusts his hips forward, applying a steady pressure and slips into my body about an inch, and I gasp into his open mouth. Why does he always feel bigger after we've had to wait a while to make love? I moan as he pushes into me a little further, biting down on my bottom lip to keep from calling out. He stills, letting me get used to the stretching and the fullness. I cling to him as I try to figure out how I'm feeling. It's not exactly painful but it's not as comfortable as it was on the train nearly five weeks ago.
"Do we need to stop?" he roughly asks, sensing that my mind is someplace else.
"You just need to go slow," I say, unable to keep the discomfort out of my voice. He stares down at me with a contradiction of feelings in his eyes. "Do you trust me, Tobias?"
"Tell me what's wrong," he firmly says, panic in his voice. I wrap my arms around his neck, pull his mouth to mine, and kiss him deeply.
"Do … you … trust … me?" I breathlessly repeat.
"Yes, of course I trust you," he says.
"It's just been a while, and I need to get used to you again," I say. "You feel so good inside me but … you're so big. I'm alright. I promise." He stares down at me, and I hold my breath wondering if we're going to continue or not. I recognize the moment he makes his decision and smile right before he lowers his mouth to mine and kisses me thoroughly. After a moment he reapplies the pressure and slides into me a couple more inches. "Aahh!" I call out. He stills once more, kissing me everywhere as one hand massages an aching breast and the other laces his fingers with mine. I widen my legs and move my knees closer to my chest in an effort to make room for him. He moves his mouth to the left side of my neck and I moan loudly. He takes this as an indication that I'm ready and pulls back a few inches then thrusts fully into me. "Oh, God!" I grip his hand tightly and bury my head in his shoulder.
"Are you alright?" he asks.
"Mm-hm. Just give me a minute." I concentrate on my breathing as I get used to the fullness and stretching so deep inside. When I relax and open my eyes, he's staring down at me, caressing my temple and cheek. I reach up and glide my fingers along his jaw and cup his neck then pull his mouth to mine. I kiss him tenderly, making love to his mouth with my tongue. When we break apart breathlessly I say, "I'm ready, Tobias. Make love to me." He gives me a reverential kiss then very slowly pulls almost all the way out of me before pushing back into me just as unhurriedly and I moan deeply. He sets a relaxed pace, not wanting to overwhelm me. We kiss and run our hands all over each other's body as we move in perfect synchronization, thoroughly enjoying this time with each other.
"You feel so good around me," he murmurs in my ear, causing me to clench. "Aahh! So tight." He increases our tempo further before moving his mouth to mine for a long, lingering kiss. "I've missed this so much, love." His body blankets mine, his breath warm and erratic on my neck. I raise my hips to meet each of his urgent thrusts as we race toward shared bliss. I wrap my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist and hold tightly to him as we writhe against each other.
After a few more minutes, I pull his mouth to mine for a scorching kiss as he hooks his arms under my knees, widening me for his final assault. We collide into each other at a frantic pace, seeking that final glorious moment. After another few minutes of pounding thrusts, I scream out in ecstasy as my release overtakes me. I call out again and again as wave after wave of pure pleasure washes over my body setting off his shattering release. His magnificent body shudders above mine then he stills and explodes deep inside my stretching walls. After he releases himself fully, he collapses on top of me. I swear that this … this is what I've missed the most. I place soft kisses on his neck and glide my fingertips up and down his back as I get my fill of what should be a crushing weight but I only feel loved, protected, safe. Too soon he goes to pull out of me but I stop him.
"No, baby. Please don't move," I say, clinging to his body so he won't move. He lifts himself up onto his forearms and looks down at me.
"Love, I have to be heavy for you," he says.
"It might sound strange but I love how you feel when you're lying on top of me, still inside me," I say, blushing slightly. "I think it's my favorite thing about making love to you." A huge smile unfurls on my lips, and he furrows his brows while he stares down at me. "We just made love, Tobias."
"Is that what we did?" he asks, feigning seriousness but I hear humor in his voice and see a twinkle in his eyes. "I was wondering." I clench around him and he moans. "In all seriousness, Tris, will you tell me something?"
"Anything," I say, continuing to give him rhythmic little squeezes in the hopes that we can make love again tonight.
"I lost you for a moment in the beginning," he says. "Where did you go?"
"Honestly," I say, "I was examining how I was feeling."
"It did hurt, didn't it?" he asks, worry etching lines on his forehead.
"Did it hurt? You would think there's a black and white answer to that question but there isn't," I say. I reach up and try to smooth out the lines. "It was never painful. That I promise you, Tobias." He carefully studies my face and when he apparently finds no deception, he relaxes. "Remember the first time we made love on our honeymoon?" He nods. "We had to go slow because it had been so long. It was like that just now. I just need to get used to your size again. I've told you this before but … you are a big boy." Very big. I lift my head and bury it in his shoulder.
"We should have stopped," he quietly says. I lie back on the mattress and study his face.
"No, we shouldn't have," I say. "It would have been the same tomorrow night or next week or next month even. It just takes me a while to get used to you."
"I didn't hurt you?" All of a sudden I feel déjà vu wash over me. It's like I'm reassuring him after our first time. He convinced himself that he'd hurt me, and if I hadn't finally gotten through to him, we wouldn't be here like this now because I doubt I could have ever talked him to making love again. I shake my head at him. I push on his chest, and he rolls us so I'm on top of him. I sit up and he startles me by sitting up, too.
"Tobias Marcus Eaton," I scold, "you really need to stop worrying about me so much. I know you think I have no sense of self-preservation but that just isn't true. You … didn't … hurt … me. I wouldn't allow it." He looks at me for a long moment then sighs.
"I believe you, Mrs. Eaton," he says then he kisses the sensitive skin just below my left ear, causing me to moan. "I remember our honeymoon and after a couple times we were back in the swing of things."
"Do you want to get back into the swing of things right now?" I mutter as I tilt my head, giving him better access to my neck.
"Mm-hm," he murmurs as he kisses my ear. He slides his hands down my back and cups my bottom, helping lift me as I push myself off his hard length with my knees. I feel the steely leanness of muscle beneath my fingertips as I grasp his back tightly, holding myself steady as he thrusts repeatedly upward into me. I hang my head back, exposing my neck to him, and he takes full advantage, kissing the hollow at the base of my throat. I close my eyes and my mouth falls open as I enjoy the feel of him moving unhurriedly in and out of me as I ride his impressive length.
"Aahh," I moan as we move together in a calculated yet primal way. When the passion grows further, he cups my cheeks, captures my mouth with his, and enthusiastically kisses me before forcefully thrusting his tongue between my parted lips, invading my mouth and stroking it aggressively against mine. I wrap one arm tightly around his neck and the other around his lower back as he surges upwards again and again as I push back down on him.
"Shit, Tris," he groans as he tightens his grip on me. I feel his short, heated breaths against my ear, and it makes me shudder. We increase the tempo until it's fast and frantic, moving us closer to a final release.
"Oh, Tobias," I moan. We writhe against each other as my body stiffens and I contract uncontrollably around his hard length. He buries his head in my curls as he groans long and low, flooding himself into me. We stop moving, exhausted, and cling to each other, letting our breathing return to normal and our hearts stop hammering in our chests. After a while I move my head off his shoulder and look into his dark blue eyes. "Thank you." He shakes his head and rolls his eyes at me.
"How many times do I need to tell my wife that she doesn't need to thank me for making love to her?" he says. He pulls me to him and places butterfly kisses along my jaw then nuzzles my neck, causing me to giggle. "It's my job, Mrs. Eaton."
"Well you deserve a raise then, Mr. Eaton, because you are an expert," I tease. "Who do we contact to make sure that happens?"
"When did you become a comedian, love?" he asks. I wrap my arms loosely around his neck and draw his mouth to mine. As we kiss each other tenderly he grips me tightly and very carefully moves us until I'm beneath him again. He tears his lips from mine and gazes lovingly down into my eyes. "I love you."
"I love you, too," I say. He pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty, and I can't help but pout a little. He rolls off of me after a soft kiss and pulls me into his embrace, our arms and legs a tangled mess. I replay every single detail of tonight, lazily lying in his arms as he plays with one of my messy curls, and I run my fingers over the patch of Dauntless flames that cover the right side of his chest. "You've never told me why you have this." The thought is out of my mouth before I realize I'm even saying anything.
"The tattoo?"
"Mm-hm."
"It was a dare," he says. That's a Dauntless enough answer but I can hear that there's more to the story. I look up into his eyes when he doesn't elaborate.
"That's the reason you have this particular design in this spot? A dare?"
"You are very perceptive," he says then gives me a soft peck. "I really have this tattoo here because of a dare. Amar invited me along to a particularly rowdy game of dare one night during my initiation. He wanted me to try to fit in more. Up until that point, I was definitely more Abnegation … an outcast." He's talked about that night before, and I still have a hard time imagining him as anything other than brave, Dauntless. "Everyone still considered me that transfer with the odd nickname from Abnegation, the Stiff, so some guy," he furrows his brows as he pauses, "hell, I don't even remember who he was now, dared me to get a tattoo to prove that I really was Dauntless. Although I was nervous, I agreed. I didn't want anyone knowing I was nervous and … scared." He looks down at me like he's contemplating something. "That's the night I had my first taste of alcohol. I have to say I didn't enjoy it much at first. It burned going down my throat and tasted awful. I've since found drinks that I rather enjoy." I try not to react to his confession. I have questions for him but now's not the right time. "We all woke up Tori in the middle of the night." A small smile turns up his lips at the memory. "I thought she'd be angry but she was only grumpy. I don't think it was the first time she had been woken up in the middle of the night because of a silly Dauntless tradition, and I'm sure it wasn't the last. She took us though her apartment the back way to the tattoo parlor. That's where I saw the sketch for the tattoo that's on my back. Anyway, I picked this particular design basically because I liked it, and I guess I was trying to prove to the onlookers that I belonged." He stops and takes a deep breath. I roll in his arms and lay across his chest, gazing into his handsome face, which right now is wearing a tense expression. He reaches out and absentmindedly plays with my hair. I think it must be a talisman for him. "I always thought it was strange that for all the pain I suffered as a child, there was not one physical reminder. When the pain would fade and my skin would heal, I sometimes wondered if the beatings had just been a cruel figment of my imagination but then I'd do something to make him mad and the cycle would start all over again. I decided then and there that I wanted a reminder that even though wounds heal, they don't disappear forever … you carry their memory with you long after. I chose right here," he covers the flames with his hand, "because after Evelyn left us, Marcus had several really bad nights. This is my reminder of that time and of just how far I've come."
"If I'd have known, I wouldn't have asked," I quietly say, tracing the flames once again.
"Don't apologize, love," he says. "Do you know what I've missed most about making love to you?" I shake my head wondering how we've gone from talking about reminders of his horrible childhood to our lovemaking. "This. Our talks after we're … satisfied. I love just talking to you." He lightly runs the backs of his fingers down my temple. "We've learned a lot about each other during these quiet times."
"Yes, we have," I say.
"Don't ever be afraid to ask me questions," he says.
"Is it wrong of me to ask you not to drink?" I ask deciding that now is the right time.
"No," he says. "I thought we had this issue settled."
"Forgive this question but I've only had experience with you and drinking twice and you were drunk both times. Can you stop with just one or two drinks or do you have to drink to get drunk every time because it's when you're drunk that," I blush softly, "I don't like you?"
"I can have one drink," he says. "I did it many nights before you."
"If you ever want to have a drink with your friends or maybe get us a bottle of wine, I would be okay with that. I just don't want you getting drunk. You're not my Tobias when you're intoxicated."
"Am I Four?"
"No. You're a total stranger," I say. "Gone is the wonderful, caring, protective man I've come to know and love very deeply. He gets replaced by a person who only cares about himself."
"I'm sorry," he says, genuinely remorseful. "I have to admit, the idea of sharing a bottle of wine with you intrigues me. Hana has shown me some nice food pairings. I can show you my skills." His hard chest vibrates beneath me when he laughs. He's so relaxed right now. "The truth is I don't need to drink every night like I did before you – my life is now broken into two parts, before you and since you. I was empty, and drinking was a way to try to fill the void. Now my life is full because of you, and I don't need that distraction."
"How did you get so romantic and always know exactly what to say? I'm so lucky."
"No, I'm the lucky one." He presses his lips to mine for a tender, loving kiss.
"We'll call it a draw," I say with a giggle.
"Okay, it's a draw," he says, a wide grin on his face. "Well, you've asked your fair share of questions this evening. Now it's my turn." He moves his hand from playing with my messy curls to gently caressing my back. "What made you talk to Isobel? I'm glad you did but I know that sex is a difficult subject for you to broach even with me."
"Besides you, I find Isobel the easiest person to talk with," I say. "I think it's the fact that she's a nurse and can answer my questions both clinically and emotionally that helps. Plus she never asks for any details like Christina does."
"Tell her to come to me," he growls. "I'll give her an earful."
"Down, Four," I tease, moving to put my lips on his. He tightens his grip on me as the kiss deepens. When we finally break away from each other, we're breathless. "Let's see. Why did I talk to Isobel? Mainly, I was tired of waiting, and I knew that no matter what I did until she said it was okay, you wouldn't make love to me."
"Sad but true," he murmurs.
"The waiting was becoming unbearable, Tobias. I was tense, irritable, overly emotional. I would cry at the drop of a hat about inconsequential things. Of course, you know all that. Then I screwed up and accidentally told Zander about Lauren being a suspect. I'm not sure what the state of our marriage would have been if we had had to wait much longer because you were angry with me and I'm really not used to that." He starts to say I'm wrong but I know better and I put my lips on his, effectively shutting him up. "Don't deny it. I could see it in your eyes. You were very cold. I knew right then and there that if we didn't get an outlet for the pent up frustration that things might be said that we couldn't take back. I just happened to run into Isobel after I got done changing Peanut. She knew something was wrong the moment she looked at me. Can I make a confession?"
"Of course, love," he says.
"I already feel so much better … better than I've felt in weeks," I say. "I'm calm, centered, relaxed. I feel like I can take anything life has to throw at me. I'm not sure what I would have done if she said we had to wait."
"We would have waited … although not so patiently," he says.
"Was tonight perfect for you, Tobias?" I ask.
"Of course it was, love. Do you really have to ask? We made love twice not to mention all the extracurricular activities. Yeah, it was perfect," he says. "I have to let you in on a little secret though. The candlelight and rose petals were a nice touch. They gave the room a romantic ambiance. The lingerie and my tuxedo shirt were … very arousing but you look beautiful in anything. And those damn shoes," a growl sounds from deep in his chest resonating outward, "were … are sexy as hell." We both look at my feet, which are still clad in the red stilettos. He kisses my temple. "But the only thing I need to make a night perfect," he runs the tips of his fingers up my bare back and into my hair, "is you and me. Although being naked doesn't hurt." I giggle and he moves us until he's lying between my outstretched legs once again. He kisses my neck as I run my hands over his back.
"We should really get some sleep," I say. "Morning will be here before we know it."
"You don't want round three?" God that sounds wonderful.
"Maybe you could tempt me, Mr. Eaton," I say. Just as he lowers his lips to mine, we hear whining through the baby monitor. We both turn our heads and look toward the clock. 3 a.m.? Where did the past three hours go? He kisses me quickly but passionately then rolls off me and out of bed.
"I guess it's time to get back to the real world," he says as he heads toward the nursery. He comes back a moment later with Peanut snuggled against his chest. He gently places her in my arms and it takes zero prompting for her to latch on to my nipple. I guess there's an advantage to breastfeeding when you have no clothes on. A chill causes me to shiver, which Tobias notices. He inquires on where I put the quilt, and I tell him I put it and the top sheet in the bottom drawer of the chest. After quickly gathering up the rose petals and tossing them in the trash in the bathroom, he gets the linens out of the drawer and places them on the bed, immediately warming me up. My eyes watch my handsome, naked husband as he walks around the room snuffing out candles, and I think that round three might be in the cards after all. I'll just sleepwalk through tomorrow or better yet, nap at the same time Peanut goes down. He eases down onto the bed and watches as our girl gets her belly full.
"Was Tessa still asleep?" I ask as I put Peanut up to my shoulder to burp.
"Yeah," he says with a chuckle. "Her little hands are laying over her face. I tried moving one but she put it right back. She's such a silly girl. Avery's right about her changing. I was watching her sleep the other day and her features are changing. She's looking less like a tiny baby."
"She still looks just like you … only prettier," I say. My husband is one fine looking man but he could never be mistaken for pretty. He's too manly.
"And this one is turning into your little mini me," he says, softly kissing her head as she nurses. "She looks like you, acts like you. She's going to be a holy terror. I just know it. I'm thinking of locking her in her room when she hits about 10 years old. There will be no dating whatsoever. When her Choosing Day comes, we'll let her out but she has to come home every night." Yeah right!
"What about Tessa?"
"She'll beat the hell out of any boy who looks her way," he proudly says. "You may not know this but I've been talking to her since she was born about what to do with the boys." I try to hold them in but a barrage of giggles escape my mouth. "What is so funny?"
"I can picture it now. Mrs. Wheeler has to call us down to the daycare center because our sweet little Tessa knocks every boy who comes within two feet of her on his ass because her daddy told her to." Peanut stops nursing and stares up at me like I'm nuts. "Your daddy's being silly." She slides her eyes over to look at him and smiles. "See she thinks you're silly, too." I try to get her latched back on but she keeps turning her head. "Are you done already?"
"Let me." Tobias sits up and takes her into his arms. He puts her against his chest and gently pats her back until she burps. He gets out of bed and walks around the room for a couple minutes then heads into the nursery. I slip into the bathroom then peek into the nursery when I'm finished. He's sitting in the rocking chair, caressing Peanut's head while they rock. I lean up against the doorjamb and watch him. I love how much he loves our kids and how well he treats them. He gets up and changes her diaper then puts her back in her crib, which surprises me. If he had plans to go to sleep he would have put her in the bassinet. He comes into our bedroom, closes the nursery door behind him, and pulls me into his arms. "Are you still thinking what I'm thinking?"
"Yeah," I huskily say. "I think I am." He lifts me off my feet and captures my mouth with his. I wrap my arms tightly around his neck as he gives me a soft, lingering kiss. He takes us across the room as the kiss intensifies. He leaves me throbbing for him when he sucks on my bottom lip, and I moan into his open mouth. He sits me on my feet, rips the quilt back off the mattress, and falls onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him. Our lips never leave each other as he slides and I crawl toward the center of our huge bed. I collapse on top of him and run my fingers into his hair and grasp it tightly, holding him still as I delve deeply into his mouth seeking out his tongue as our lips move aggressively together. He moves his mouth to my neck when I start sucking in lungs full of much-needed air. I feel his heart hammering against my breast. It's racing faster and faster. If mine weren't doing the exact same thing, I'd worried about him.
He flips us so that I'm once again beneath him. He peppers kisses all around my neck as he slides his hand down my body to my sensitive breasts. He massages each heaving mound for a time before rolling the aching bud between his fingers and thumbs making me moan. Once I'm writhing beneath him, he slides his hand further down to the juncture of my thighs and finds my aching nubbin with his fingertips. I draw his mouth to mine as he starts a light circular pressure. The combination of his rough, calloused fingers on my soft, highly sensitive skin is hypnotic.
"Oh, God!" I moan against his lips as he inserts a finger into my moist center and circles my nubbin with his thumb while applying a slightly greater pressure. He slowly thrusts his large digit back and forth while I lift my hips in a sensual rhythm. When he increases the speed, he adds a second finger and I groan. He curls them a bit and continuously hits that magic spot inside that makes me feel like a wildfire is racing through my veins, burning me up from the inside out. "Aahh! Shit! Baby!" I arch toward his exploring fingers as he moves me closer to sweet release. I grab him and pull his lips to mine and give him a sweltering kiss. I thrust my tongue into his mouth, searching, probing, tasting. I press my body to his wanting to be as close as I can. Just then a fiery explosion overtakes me, and I convulse repeatedly around his deeply thrusting fingers. I'm sure I'm going to spontaneously combust but he slows the thrusting then removes his fingers from my depths.
"I love watching you come," he says as he rolls on top of me. "I swear I could make a full time job out of it." I spread wide and hook my legs around his thighs and run my hands up his back and into his hair. He places himself at my entrance then leans down and touches his lips to mine while his fingertips graze the sides of my naked body until he is cupping my face between my palms. He kisses me tenderly as he very slowly eases himself into me, inch by incredibly hard inch, in one steady drive until I sheath him completely. He remains buried deeply inside me, unmoving, as our lips move together unhurriedly.
"I love how you feel when you're inside me, Tobias," I pant when he glides his lips to my ear. He kisses everywhere, my neck, my collarbone, my shoulders, my breasts as he lets me get used to his invading length. It's much easier this time.
"You're so tight," he roughly says right up against my ear and I involuntarily clench around his hardness causing him to moan long and low.
"Make love to me, baby," I say as I pull his mouth back to mine. I kiss him tenderly as he leisurely starts to move in and out of my body, and I lift my hips upward, meeting each one of his measured thrusts. God, how I adore this man. He's made this night beyond perfect. He's given me everything I've wanted and more. He knows me so well. He anticipates what I want before I even know it myself. We keep up the unhurried, familiar pace until he suddenly pulls out of me and flips me until I'm flat on my tummy beneath him and enters me fully in one driving trust causing me to call out in unbelievable pleasure.
"Oh, God!" I scream. "Shit, yeah! Feels so good." He blankets my body with his, laces our fingers together, and holds our hands by my head.
"Tighter this way, love," he pants into my ear and I swear I feel myself get wetter with each word. He increases the pace, repeatedly pushing me into the mattress. I've missed this position, too. God, he's so good at this. I push back against him as he rhythmically drives forward, delving further into me with each long stroke. I feel another release fast approaching as we move against each other, with each other. He kisses my shoulders, neck, and back as he increases the pace to a frenzied level. I seek out his mouth as I writhe beneath him, wanting him deeper still. Out of nowhere, the familiar pressure becomes a shattering explosion. I spasm almost uncontrollably around his still pistoning shaft as he releases himself deep inside me. When we are both totally spent, we collapse together, our fingers still laced. He kisses my neck and shoulder as our breathing returns to normal. He finally leverages himself off of me, and I roll over so that he can gather me up in his arms. "I hope that wasn't too rough," he says as we lie in each other's arms.
"Not at all," I say. "It was perfect. Everything about tonight … or I guess I should say this morning was perfect." He gives me a tender kiss then kisses my temple.
"I love you, my Six, very much," he sweetly says, finally showing signs of the fatigue I'm now feeling. We're going to be zombies tomorrow … today.
"I love you more … Four." I yawn widely and I think I hear him chuckle. He releases me from his embrace, and I feel the bed move but I don't open my eyes. Now that I'm sexually spent, I realize just how exhausted I am. I hear our door unlock and open and the next thing I know, I feel him slide the shoe off my left foot. Hhm. The right one's already gone. He crawls into bed beside me, covers us with the quilt, and then gathers me in his arms again. "G'night," I mumble almost incoherently, on the brink of sleep.
"Goodnight, my love." I feel his lips in my hair. "Sleep well."