After I came, I took a quick shower.  By the time I got out, Jill was asleep in bed.  That she woke up, came into the bedroom and did not join me in the shower is testimony to her extreme exhaustion.  I would have loved the company, especially if it had led to sex.  On the other hand, I’d already gotten off, and sleep was sounding even better than it did before.  I turned off the lamp on my nightstand, climbed into bed, and pulled the covers over myself.

I snuggled up close to Jill.  “Hey,” she said dreamily.  Once again I held her in my arms, feeling her naked body against me.  She was warm, inviting.  She leaned in for a sleepy kiss and I reciprocated.  What began as a gentle but intimate kiss, the sort that says “I’m tired so let’s just go to sleep”, progressed quickly to a hungry open-mouthed kiss, a kiss full of fire and passion.

One mouth pressed against the other, tongues lapping shamelessly together as the kiss intensified.  In the dark, my hands quickly found her breasts, handling them roughly as my fingers pinched and squeezed her nipples.  She moaned in ecstasy even as I felt her hand encircle my cock, engorged with anticipation.  As she rubbed the already-sensitive head with her thumb, I lowered my mouth to her nipple and sucked deeply.

“Fuck me,” she said.  I moved on top of her, settling between her legs and rubbing my cock against the slick lips of her pussy.  I could feel her heat as I entered her, as well as her ankles locked around my waist.  Her feet pressed against my ass, drawing me ever deeper inside her, and as I filled her she moaned.  She sound was, the proverbial music to my ears, a much-needed drug that took me to heights I’d never achieve otherwise.  She reached for my ass, her hands joining her feet and pulling me in.

My hand reached down as well, three fingers coming to rest on her clit.  I imagined the sexual charge that overwhelmed her as she felt my touch.  Her body tensed at first, then relaxed as I moved inside her, thrusting deeply even as my fingers drew circles on her erect bud.  She tensed back up as she rode intene waves of pleasure on the way to her climax.  The sounds she made told me that it wasn’t far off.

I nuzzled her neck, sucking teasingly.  My lips bit gently, not vigorously enough to leave a mark.  Jill’s moans grew more urgent as I continued to touch her, my fingers insistent upon pushing her to the point of no return.  And suddenly she was there.

When Jill’s orgasm passed, I lay beside her, the only light the faint glow of the moon.  We listened to each other breathe.   Silently counting our blessings that the baby hadn’t yet seen fit to wake and interrupt our fun.

A few moments later, she ran her hand over my chest.  She spoke, her voice relaxed and ready for sleep.  “Your turn.”

“I’m all right,” I said.  “How about I go first tomorrow?”