**AN** A little fluffy smut to set the mood? My birthday is next week! #PiscesGang

I sigh, removing my glasses to set them down beside my keyboard. I bring my hands to my face in an attempt to rub the sleepiness from my tired eyes. Replacing the spectacles, I wince slightly as I glance at the time and date displayed in the bottom right of the screen. I reach for the unfinished glass of whiskey sitting on the desk.

"3 am on pie day already? Where did the time go?" I wonder aloud as I lean back in my chair and bring the glass to my lips. My head tips back against the soft leather of the headrest as the burning liquid slides its way down my throat. I hum in pleasure as the burn settles in the pit of my stomach, smiling slightly as my eyes refocus on the screen before me.

I read the final draft once more before saving the document. Quickly, I type an email to my editor, attach the file, and send it off. A grin makes its way to my lips as I watch the email flip from my outbox to the sent folder. It's done. Finally.

I rise to my feet, bringing my arms above my head as I arch my back. Chills break out on my skin as I feel the crackling in my spine and the stretch in my drastically underutilized muscles, reminding me I've been sitting in that chair for the past 7 hours with almost no reprieve. The smile still hasn't left my face as I walk toward my office door. A small slip of paper sticking out underneath the closed wood catches my eye; my smile quickly turns into a frown.

"What is this?" I stoop down to pick up the paper and on my way up rest my hand against the cold knob in front of me. My eyes widen as I scan what appears to be a note before the paper falls from my fingertips. Anxiously, I whirl around to the calendar. A large red circle marks the date.

March 13 - Pick Jean up from the airport at 9 pm.

"Fuck!" I yelled, wrenching the door open. Two suitcases stand on their side by the front door and stop me in my tracks. Disappointment and shame swirl within my chest as the words from the note, now discarded on my office floor, flash across my eyes.

My Life,

Your phone was dead when I tried to call, which meant one of two things. You were either dead in our home or finishing your latest novel.

I got an Uber home and, thankfully, discovered you were in your office alive and well.

Don't worry about the ride, my love. Your work is important. Plus, you paid for it.

I didn't want to disturb you, so I'm in bed sleeping. Please bring my suitcases up when you're done. I really didn't want to carry them up the stairs. And please wake me up when you come to bed. I miss you.

I love you always,

Jean

I sigh to myself and walk to the luggage, picking one up in each hand as I turn toward the stairs. As quietly as possible, so as not to wake my sleeping wife, I make my way up to our second story bedroom. I set the bags down just outside our bedroom door, which has been left slightly ajar. Gently, I push the door open with one hand on the knob to ensure it doesn't swing wide, and slip my body inside the room. The image that awaits me is breathtaking. I can do nothing but stop and stare, taking in the sights before me.

Jean is lying on her side, facing toward me. Her hair is splayed out on the pillow behind her, slightly damp from the shower she appears to have taken after she got home. The moonlight glints gently off the brown tresses from the window across the room. Since her back is to the window her face is in shadow, but the light of the moon in the room allows me to just make out the beautiful features of her face. My eyes outline her closed eyelids, the soft curve of her nose, gliding over her full, slightly parted lips. Her body rises and falls with the timing of her breathing, and subconsciously my own breath synchronizes with hers.

My eyes travel lower, taking in the beauty of my wife's sleeping form. She looks so angelic in this moment. The moon casts an ethereal glow on her skin. Most of her body is covered by the satin sheets adorning the bed, but her arm rests across her chest, and her left leg from her hip downward. A small smile makes its way to my lips. She never could sleep fully under the covers. She always says it makes her feel trapped. I'd never complain though, as my hungry gaze devours her bare skin. A heat begins to build in the pit of my stomach as a realization comes to me. My beautiful, sleeping wife is naked in our bed.

Desire blooms within me, taking over me. My heartbeat echos in my ears, drowning out everything else. The last few weeks of loneliness without her finally breaks through my walls. My whole being aches for her.

I step toward her sleeping form, slipping my t-shirt over my head as I move, tossing it haphazardly across the room. My basketball shorts and boxers come next, my stride never breaking as I step out of them just as I reach the foot of the bed. I silently thanked whatever beings were listening who told me to take a shower before I started working last night.

I slowly and quietly climbed up onto the bed, holding my breath as she stirred slightly when the mattress dipped. A grin slowly crept its way onto my face as she settled, still asleep, on her back. Her arm, once crossed over her chest to rest on my pillow beside hers, now rests on her own, raised up beside her head. The sheet had slipped down as well, revealing her tantalizing breasts to my hungry gaze. My mouth waters as I take in the sight. Whatever willpower was left to me broke as she sighed softly in her sleep, my name whispering past her lips.

"Liz..."

I groan quietly as I gently tug the sheet down, sliding the soft fabric across her warm skin and off her body. I bite down hard on my lower lip to keep from moaning out loud. She shifts again, her nipples hardening as goose pimples litter her flesh where the sheet brushes against her. I stop moving until her body settles and her breathing evens out once more. A feat on its own, as it takes everything inside of me not to touch her now fully naked form lying in front of me.

Once I'm sure she is still asleep, I move myself to lie facing her, my head level with her breasts. I slide my hand gently over her hip, reveling in the feel of her silky sleep-warmed skin gliding against my palm.

I slide my hand slowly down her thigh before curling it around her knee and pushing her leg up slightly, revealing her center to me. My eyes remain glued to her face as I move her where I need her. I watch as her lips turn down in a slight frown as the cold air of the room touches her most sensitive areas. I smirk to myself at her reaction even in sleep, as my fingertips dance a light pattern up the inside of her thigh back toward her core. Her breathing is picking up slightly, and her eyes are moving rapidly behind her closed lids. I briefly wonder if she's dreaming of what I'm doing to her physically right now.

She shifts again in her sleep, attempting to close her legs.

I smile slightly as I slide my leg between her thighs, preventing her from closing them fully. Her leg rests heavily on mine, and her frown deepens slightly. I can hear her breathing increase as my fingers slowly glide patterns on the sensitive skin just beneath the apex of her thighs. My own breathing is picking up, and my heart rate increases as my hand gets closer to the heat radiating from her. I lean forward just as my fingertips brush over the lips of her pussy, and moan as I roll the tip of my tongue around her sensitive nipple. Even in sleep, she's dripping for me.

I gently glide my fingers past her lips, stroking the pads of them over her soaked, heated flesh. Her breathing increases as the wetness pools between her thighs. I can feel her lower abdomen tensing with each stroke. Downward, just brushing against her entrance, and back up again, just below her clit. A small, sleepy moan escapes past her lips. I can feel my own wetness dripping down my thighs as my wife's body slowly wakes up to the stimulation I'm giving it.

Her hips begin to rock against my hand and I keep my eyes on her face to gauge her reaction. She's definitely starting to wake up, but her eyes are still closed. A small frown of concentration creases the space between her eyebrows, like she's still not sure if what's happening to her is reality or a dream. Against her soft breasts, I smirk slightly. My fingers are now gliding through her slick and dripping folds much easier, having been coated in her arousal.

A small mewling sound escapes her lips as my fingers fully brush her clit, but her eyes still aren't opening. I quickly decide to remedy that and take her nipple with my teeth. I flick the tip of my tongue against the hardened, sensitive bud as her hips thrust forward and I sink two fingers into her deeply. The mewling sound turns into a gasping moan as her eyes fly open, immediately meeting my gaze.

"Oh fuck, Liz..."

The way she moans my name sends an almost painful shot of arousal straight to my core. I moan in response and suck the hardened bud deeper. My fingers curl, stroking that spot deep inside her as her hips rock back and forth against my hand. Her pace increases quickly as I feel her hips stutter with each stroke and her walls tighten against me. Her orgasm is fast approaching, and her hands slide over my shoulders and into my hair, holding me close to her as her body begins to tremble.

"L-Liz... Yes... Don't stop... Oh god don't stop..."

She moans in time with my thrusts inside her. Her nails are digging into my scalp now as her body careens toward the edge of ecstasy. Just as her walls start to clamp down on my fingers, I quickly add a third, thrusting deep and hard against her G-spot just the way she likes it. Her head tips back as her back arches, forcing her pussy down hard onto my hand and her breast deeper into my mouth. A scream is ripped from her throat. Her arms tighten around my head, holding on to me desperately.

"YES. Fuck yes. Fuck Liz, I'm coming for you. Yes baby. All over your fucking fingers. Oh, fuck. Right there. Please... Oh yes."

I keep myself buried deep inside her as her grip around me relaxes so I can slide further up her body. Her hands still tangle in my hair as I take her lips with mine in a sensuous kiss. I swallow the last of her gasps as her walls continue to flutter against my fingers inside her. The despiration in her movements is still evident in the way she kisses me, like she'll never be able to get enough. I drink in her desire for me as she comes down from her high before pulling back slightly to take in the sight of her again.

"Welcome home, my love." I whisper softly against her. "Did you have sweet dreams tonight?"

I feel her exhausted smile against my own as my words dance across the sensitive skin of her now bruised lips. God I love her lips. I don't know if I could ever get enough of her.

"Mmmmhm..."She moans against me as my fingers gently slide out of her. "Never better than the real thing though."

She gasps and shudders at the emptiness as I remove my fingers fully, bringing them up between us and slipping them into my mouth as she watches. I moan softly as the taste of her floods my tongue and her eyes dialate while she watches me.

"Never." I say, chuckling softly as she pushes me back onto my back and straddles my hips. I look up at her. There is no trace of sleepiness in her fiery brown eyes now.

"My turn to show you exactly how sweet my dreams were before you came to bed..."

She smiles at me, a mixture of lust and love in her eyes. The expression never ceases to amaze me, no matter what. I tilt my head back into the pillows as she leans forward, trailing slow, wet kisses down my body. Showing me what sweet dreams really are made of.

The End