“𝒮hhh…” he whispered against your lips, swollen and red from kissing.

You couldn't stop giggling; you'd always been ticklish. When he kissed your neck, when his stubble, which he'd forgotten to shave, brushed against your skin, when he breathed against your cheek.

He moved the fabric of your nightgown off your shoulder and kissed your soft skin, while you bit your lower lip to keep from laughing again.

It had been a while since the last time. The last time had been quick and nervous, even with your clothes still on so as not to waste any time. Today you had managed to tire Jamie out enough that when his little head barely touched the pillow, he fell asleep. A miracle. That three-year-old was a hurricane at bedtime, but not tonight.

When you saw him fall asleep, you turned and saw your husband standing in the doorway. His smile said it all: we need this.

He continued pulling down your nightgown as your head rested on the pillows, your hair falling gracefully onto them and over your forehead. He loved this view of you, which was only for him, no one else's.

He kissed your cleavage, while on the other side he lifted the short skirt of your silk nightgown. He felt the thin fabric of your panties between his fingers and pulled them down. Carefully, knelt and lifted your right leg to finish removing it at your ankle, where he placed a kiss. Then placed another on your knee as he leaned over you again, clumsily pulling down his trousers, as if trying and failing to remain calm when he was so close. So damn close.

He kissed your neck again, then your chin, where he gave a playful bite before seeking your mouth. You parted your legs, and he slipped between them.

"Ready?" he asked against your mouth.

And just before you could answer…

"Mommy?" the voice of the child, your little Jamie.

You two were lucky it was dark, but just in case, Henry covered you with a blanket before the little one even finished opening the door, letting in a little light from the hallway. Henry covered himself too.

“What are you doing up, buddy?” Henry asked, trying to regulate his ragged breathing.

“I want Mommy.” he said sleepily, his eyelids so heavy he could barely open his eyes. Thank goodness.

“Go back to bed, Mommy will be there in a second.”

“But—”

“Bed. Now, James.” the man ordered, and the little boy in pajamas turned and went back to his room.

You let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding until that wave of relief hit you. Henry ran a hand over his face and sat up in bed.

“That kid…” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It's like he has a sixth sense when it comes to interrupting us.”

“It’s okay. I’ll check on him and be right back.” You said, picking up a robe from the floor while straightening your nightgown.

You covered yourself and quickly left the room. Jamie was waiting for you, lying in bed.