A loud clap of thunder caused Stacey to wake from what had been a contented sleep. She turned her head slightly to see the clock on the nightstand to her right. Two-thirty in the afternoon and she knew that after her latest strenuous working hours, she should still be sleeping.  There was no way that she could go on this little sleep.

Turning her head to her right, she expected to see her beautiful sleeping wife beside her.  Instead, Whit had moved towards the candlelight as she turned through the pages of her James Patterson novel. She was always so very careful not to make a sound while reading when Stacey was sleeping even though she knew there was no chance in ***** that it could wake her wife.

Rolling onto her side, Stacey draped her arm over her wifes well toned muscles of her stomach.  She pulled her body against her wifes with a subtle moan leaving her lips. “Hey baby.  Is your book that good?” she said with a yawn.

Smiling, Whit turned her head smiling at her wife. “Baby, I thought you were asleep.” She leaned forward giving a kiss. “And in answer to your question… yes, it is.”

“Tell me, is it a ***** love story” Stacey said as she pulled the sheets away just enough to expose Whit’s bare chest to her abdomen.

Whit smirked mischievously. “Oo, yes, it’s very hot,” she teased.

A broad smile touched Staceys lips. “Oh, yeah.”

“So, whats it about?  A ***** hot lover making love to her very *****, but very sleep deprived wife?”

Oh yes, baby.  That would certainly be hot.  But actually it is a murder mystery.  Whit grinned.

As if I didnt know better.  Stacey laughed happily while her wife playfully winked and blew her a kiss.

“Who knew reading could be so exciting?”  Whit said.

“Well, actually I was thinking more about this gorgeous skin of yours.”  Staceys kisses slowed while her lips moved higher along her lovers chest inching steadily toward Whit’s nipples. 

No, Whit could not feel Stacey’s wet kisses, but Stacey refused to treat Whits body any different.  Whit was paralyzed, not blind.  She might not be able to feel Staceys touch on her chest or lower body, but Whit could see her wife caressing her, kissing her and loving her as she always had.