I woke up, feeling the mattress sink near me. I turned around, saw Clinton in boxers, putting his laptop on the desk. I saw him dissolve his hair and let it drop. It was dark out, the only light coming through the window from the street lamppost.
He looked at me, noticing my stare.
"I'm sorry, I went working and lost sense of time," he croaked sleepily, sitting on the edge of the bed, weaving our fingers together.
"You should rest while you can" I mumbled, moving so that I touched his hips.
"I know, but there's so much work and deadlines" he sighed, laying his back on the bed. His hand pulled me up, pulling me to his side.
I lay on my side with my leg thrown over his hip, and with my hand I played with strands of his hair.
"I saw your photos from the AMP gala. You looked very nice in those black dress" he said, correcting his position on the bed "your body baby... Ummm" he slipped his nose into my hair.
"You could drink less beer, man" I touched his belly.
"Angeline." He rolled his eyes, snorting.
"You're cute when you're angry. You look like Beau" I kissed him on the neck.
"I just caught him eating the sweets in the kitchen" he chortled "I put him to sleep and told him a bedtime story. And you know what he told me?"
"What?" I was curious.
"He said that when I'm not here you're always so sad and told me to cuddle you more to make it last longer" he laughed softly, brushing away the strands of my hair behind my ear.
"He's precious" I smiled broadly.
"You don't even know how much" he agreed with me.
He kissed my forehead and then turned to hover over me.
He got his mouth pressed against my neck, muttering in a dreamy voice, some words that I did not distinguish.
"What are you doing?" I asked, wrapping my arms around him.
"I'm hugging you, as he told me to" he replied with a small laugh.
"Oh." I stroked him on the back, kissing him on the cheek, then on the lips when he raised his head.
His tongue brushed mine, and I moaned through the kiss as I felt his large hand slip into my panties. His finger slid into me, making me bite his lower lip.
"You hug, hmm?" I raised my eyebrow.
His long fingers touched me where it was needed, rubbing me and pushing in and out of me.
"I love your fingers, Jesus" I whimpered quietly, feeling that I could not breathe.
He laughed, kissing me sweetly.
"You're always so ready, what a phenomenon" he whispered in my ear, not ceasing to give me pleasure.
After a moment I felt him move away from me to get his boxers down to his knees.
I wrapped my hands on his neck, feeling his growing erection on the inside of my thigh.
I felt him touching his penis, making himself stiffen completely.
"How I missed fucking you in the middle of the night," he confessed as he entered me.
I welcomed the familiar burning feeling mixed with pleasure. I loved him when he was breathing heavily with me, and his heart was pounding hard because of me. I still could not believe that someone like him shared life with me.
He moved slowly, torturing me with his lazy movements, making me groan quietly, covering my mouth with my hand so that the little one wouldn't hear us.
Suddenly Clinton lifted one of my legs up, kissing my calf, leaving small bites on it, which he then softened licking it with his tongue. His movements accelerated and I felt that they were more intense.
The tension in the bottom of my stomach increased, and I felt that I was close.
"Clinton... My... Aaaaah" the tension increased and I was a moment before fulfillment.
"Mom, Dad, I can't sleep," said a thin voice from the door.
"Bloody hell," Clinton whispered violently, then quickly shifted to one side, leaving me empty and breathless.
"What happened, honey?" I went to sit up with covers pressed against my body, looking at the sad little boy.
"There is a ghost in my room. Can I sleep with you?" asked the little boy, pressing the soft toy to him.
"Of course, come here" I patted the place next to me.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Clinton pulling up his underwear, getting out of bed.
"I'm going to the bathroom for a moment," he said, sighing heavily. I laughed, hiding my head in the pillow as I saw his embarrassment. I knew that he was going to get rid of the problem in his boxers.
"Mommy, why are you laughing?" Beau looked at me, lying on his back under the covers in the center of the mattress. His eyelids flicked innocently, and I had to think of a convincing lie to sell him.
"Daddy told me a very funny joke, baby" I kissed him on the forehead, to which he yawned, closing his eyes.
After a few minutes, Clinton returned to the room, this time wearing a T-shirt and sweatpants.
He lay on his side next to his son, so that the little one lay in the middle of us.
"Good night" he sighed heavily, shaking his head, then yawned, arranging himself like a son. Sometimes it amazed me how much the little took over from his father.
I fell asleep next to my two beloved men, regardless of the fact that I had less than three hours of sleep ahead of me and that I'd probably be late for work.
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