Oooh, he was being still. That was different. She kind of liked having him complacent and letting her play how she liked. Sometimes.

Her hands slipped around from his back to his stomach and ghosted feather-light fingertips up to his chest. She tickled his collar bone lightly and settled her hands on his shoulders.

There was probably something interesting going on on the television behind her. But, nothing nearly as interesting as her naked, warm, and willing husband.