My eyes open and I take a sharp intake of breath as I try to figure out what might have woken me.
Lifting my head from the soft pillow my raven hair cascades across, I blink the sleep from my eyes and focus on trying to hear whether one of the children has stirred, the usual cause of being woken in the middle of the night. But only relative silence, the creaking of the house and the wind outside meets my ears, and with a grumble I place my head back down to see the time is 2am.
And sleep is such a precious commodity. With two children under five, any night undisturbed is a blessing - even better if it means the bed only contains me and my husband, Rob. Though the bed is only used for sleeping in nowadays. And sometimes building a pillow fort with the kids.
I twist slightly and look at my still-sleeping husband, though he's no more than a shadow in the depths of the night. But I don't need to see him to be able to know the thick stubble around his jawline, and the touches of grey along the edge of his jet black hair, or how his blue eyes can still pierce straight through me when he gives me one of his smiles.
Yes, we're still in love, which is better than most of our peers. But as tends to be the case when you have children, we had morphed from husband and wife into daddy and mummy, with little time to enjoy one another without being distracted by our children. It's been a month since the last time we'd found time, or the desire, to fuck, and that had felt rushed and incredibly unfulfilling. And that was no ones fault - not really.
Still, I really do miss the intimacy. Even now in our bed there was a significant gap between us, the days of cuddling and falling asleep in one another's arms long gone now that the children were here.
That doesn't mean it has to stay that way though.
Carefully I scoot backwards and press my behind, a behind larger than it had been when we got married, against him and wrap one of his strong arms around me like a blanket. He responds by making a sleepy sound of acknowledgment and snuggles a bit closer to me, enveloping me into his warmth as he breathes softly into my hair.
I've not come for a cuddle though. Not this time.
I start to lightly kiss his arm and push my behind into his crotch gently, feeling my body slowly wake up in his arms as desire floods me and an ache starts to form between my legs. Rob doesn't react immediately, but with my hips becoming a little more insistent I start to feel a firmness grow in his pajama pants.
"Rach?" he whispers, voice full of sleep. I answer him by reaching behind and twisting my wrist to grab his ass. It's pretty clear what I want and, despite his sleepiness, I know he'll want this too.
When he presses hard against my ass, I know I have him.
Hot breath rushes against my neck and I can feel Rob's desire in it, even before his lips press against my skin. His stubble scratches against me but it's hardly unpleasant, and it's really not where my focus is. Instead it's how I can feel his hardness against my ass as we grind against one another.
I want to tease him, and I'm sure he wants to do the same, but when we could be interrupted at any moment we both know that teasing and foreplay has to be at a minimum. And anyway, it's kind of hot when his hands grip the elastic of my bottoms and yank them down past my ass so quickly - it makes me feel incredibly desired.
