Updated for grammar and phrasing 10/22/2023.

It's after 2 a.m. when she enters their bedroom. Quietly as possible so 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 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. He's the one person on this earth who can make her feel like the sexiest woman alive, even if she doesn't believe it herself.

She steps into the shower, and her aching muscles feel instant relief. 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 massage her scalp firmly. As she's doing the rest of her routine, her mind starts to calm. The world washes away, and all that's left is her, the water, and her thoughts. She finishes 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.

She walks out into the bedroom, and her husband is still sound asleep, clutching her pillow. She chuckles and gently takes it from his arms and sets it back in place. She climbs into bed and pulls her husband's arms around her, snuggling her backside into his front. She had hoped the shower would work, but she is 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 finally sleep away the exhaustion.

She doesn't want to waste time. This isn't a teasing kind of night. One hand is immediately up her shirt, squeezing her breast and working her nipple to its 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. Her mind is a blur as she imagines her husband's tongue on her clit and her hands gripping his hair. She moans quietly as she adds a second finger to her clit and presses her body into Henry. 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.

She tries not to wake her sleeping husband, but the movement must wake him up. She feels his hand on her stomach. "Whatcha doing there?" He asks sleepily. 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.

"Can't Sleep." She replies.

He leans down and kisses her lips, then moves his mouth to her ear. "Maybe I can do something about that." He whispers, sending a shiver through her. 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. She lets him take over as he continues the kiss and moves his hand to her pussy. His finger finds her clit, and he presses hard circles around it, making her arch her back into him. He chuckles and breaks the kiss when she impatiently starts grinding her hips into his hand. 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. Her moans fill the room. She stifles them by grabbing a pillow and putting it over her face. He sucks a little harder, and he feels her legs shake.

"God, Henry," she's close to the edge. He pushes two fingers inside of her and crooks them, finding the spongy spot that will send her flying. He sucks a little harder.

"Yes, baby, right there." He maintains his pace. Knowing a steady pace wins the race with his wife. Her thighs start to clench around his neck, her nails scratching into his scalp. She lets out a moan of release, her legs shaking, and her orgasm hits. 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 kisses her.

He asks as her body is already giving way to her exhaustion. She shakes her head.

"Think you can sleep now?"

"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 on the top of her head.

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