When the Kids are Asleep

My husband has this thing for really dirty talk when we're alone at night. I'll be exhausted from the kids and chores all day long, but he just lights up with some kind of naughty energy that's impossible to resist. Last week, after putting our two-year-old down to sleep in her crib like usual, we ended up whispering these incredibly filthy desires into each other’s ears for what felt like hours. The way he spoke about me and the things he wanted to do... it was intense and so far from how he acts during daylight. Once I could hardly take it anymore, we finally shut off all the lights in our room, leaving only the dim glow of one bedside lamp on a low setting. He got down on his knees before me and undid my nightgown with hands that were both gentle and urgent at once. When he slipped inside me like that, skin against skin, breath catching in mutual anticipation... it was like nothing else existed but us. The sounds we made weren't quiet or discreet; they were full of raw passion as if there was no tomorrow to hide from others what happened tonight.