Under the guise of sleep, she reaches out, her hand finding his hardness. He stirs, turning to face her, his voice a low growl, "Not here, not now." But her touch is insistent, her need overwhelming. They rut quietly, their bodies barely moving, their pleasure building in the silence. He comes first, his body tensing, his breath catching. She continues to grind against him, seeking her own release, but he pushes her away, leaving her unsatisfied, her body aching with unspent desire.