It’s been a long day. A hard day. A good day. Emma can’t remember the last time she was this tired. She’s managed to brush her teeth, but now she’s almost too tired to take off her clothes. “I’m a big girl,” she says to herself. “I can...” A huge yawn obscures the rest of her thought.

Somehow she gets undressed. Somehow she makes it onto the bed. The bedside lamp is still on.

Daniel, when he enters the bedroom not many minutes later, switches it off. The moon is so bright it matters little. For a time he stands still admiring Emma, the soft puff of her pubic hair, the gentle rise and fall of her breasts as she sleeps, and then he climbs into bed, careful not to disturb her.

“There you are, my darling,” she murmurs. “I’m sorry. I just...”

“Sleep my dearest,” he says, and he bestows a gentle kiss upon her forehead.

She makes a soft, breathy, contented moan. “Fu’ me t’ sleef,” Daniel hears. “Kay?”

“What, honey?” he whispers.

“To sleep. Fuck me to sleep.”

Or that’s how he’s come to understand it. He wonders if she’s dreaming. As carefully as he can, he positions himself between her legs. She shifts and there’s that soft moan again, and her legs slip further apart.

His cock slides into her cunt, at once astonishingly slippery and deliciously snug. He sinks slowly and before he’s fully ensconced she’s coming. Could it be she’s coming in her sleep? He presses deep. Her orgasmic contractions continue. Daniel stays deep, keeping the connection, even throughout his own orgasm.

They roll apart and then back together, bathed in moonlight, asleep in each other’s arms.