Unaware, his wife continued to sleep, her head nestled in her arms on her pillow. Her pale, creamy skin was like marble in the morning light—he spread her legs apart wider, traced a finger or two over her cleft, savoring her heat. He worked her there for a moment, dipping in and out, stroking her clitoris until she began to burn hotter and he felt his fingers become coated with her slickness. He worked her slowly, carefully, so that she wouldn't wake.