In the quiet of the night, Emily lay in her bed, her mind racing with thoughts of the day. She glanced over at the clock – 11:45 PM. She knew she wouldn’t be able to sleep yet. As she lay there, she heard a soft creaking sound coming from her bedroom door. She turned to see her husband, Mark, slowly pushing the door open.
Mark was a handsome man, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes. He had a strong build, with broad shoulders and muscular arms. Emily had always been attracted to him, and as he entered the room, she felt her heart start to race.
Mark was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a pair of low-slung jeans. Emily could see the outline of his muscular chest and abs through the fabric of his shirt. She felt a familiar warmth start to build between her legs.
Mark walked over to the bed, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He reached out and brushed a stray lock of hair from Emily’s face.
“I couldn’t sleep,” he said, his voice low and husky. “I was thinking about you.”
Emily felt a shiver run down her spine. She reached up and touched Mark’s face, feeling the rough stubble of his beard against her fingertips.
“I couldn’t sleep either,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Mark leaned down and kissed Emily, his lips soft and warm against hers. She responded eagerly, opening her mouth to let his tongue explore.
As they kissed, Mark’s hands began to wander, caressing Emily’s body through the thin fabric of her nightgown. She moaned softly as he cupped her breasts, his thumbs brushing against her hard nipples.
Mark broke the kiss and pulled back, his eyes dark with desire. He reached behind Emily’s back and unclasped her bra, freeing her full breasts.
“You have such beautiful breasts,” he said, his voice filled with admiration.
