I wake in the middle of the night to my husband’s face between my thighs. “Avery,” I pant as he licks a path up my center. “Need you, Lena,” he replies. That’s all I need to hear before my body is primed and ready for him. God, the feelings he coaxes from me, the want he causes to gather and spiral through my limbs, and the way my heart races just from the timbre of his tone, is insanity.
