He watched her in front of the mirror and recognized the expression, although it had been some time since he remembered seeing it; years in fact. But she was displeased; not angry but disappointed in what she saw, although he couldn't fathom why. Still he remained seated on the bed watching her, enthralled. It wasn't often that he got to do this, watch her making the finishing touches on her day, massaging in the last bits of lotion or capturing a lose strand of hair that hadn't been caught in her ribbon. It always captivated him.

Finally with a deep sigh, she moved from her vanity to the bed. Climbing in, she was careful, shy almost. That didn't escape his notice either. "Cora is something the matter?" he asked with concern since she seemed so unhappy.

"No, nothing is the matter," she answered evenly, not giving away her displeasure with her voice.

A furrow formed between his eyes as she replied. He didn't like the defeat in her eyes. "But you seem…."

"Just tired Robert, old and tired…" She huffed and rolled to her side. But her words had enlightened him and he leaned over to her, nuzzling his mouth into the crook of her neck, his lips brushing her delicate skin. "Surely not that old," he teased before kissing her tenderly behind her ear.

"Old enough…" she sighed.

Confused, Robert remained still as he tried to decide how to proceed. Finally inspiration came to him. Nuzzling again, he caressed her with his tongue. "Not that old," he whispered against her ear. "Old women don't do to me what you are doing to me now."

She turned and glared at him. "I'm not doing anything," she declared.

Lifting the covers and looking down at himself he chuckled. "I beg to differ, my darling. You are creating quite a response in me."

She snorted. "Well, dirty old men respond to most anything."

He grinned, happy to see some life returning to her eyes. "Perhaps. But I bathed today so I'm not dirty and I don't consider myself old; especially after having watched you these last few minutes."

"You were watching me?" she asked nervously.

"Yes; I find you quite…. fascinating. I love to watch as you rub in your lotion. Is that what keeps your skin so perfect, my love…the lotion? Or am I the one getting old and you simply appear so much younger to me now?"

"Robert, you know that I am only two years younger than you, so you can't be so much older and have me be young," she said in frustration.

"Hmmm, then we're both younger than you think," he winked. "Besides, I see nothing wrong with you, even if you are as you claim….old."

"Nothing wrong? My skin is sagging and so are my breasts," she declared, making his cheeks color at the mention of her intimate parts. "And my stomach is no longer taut and sometimes my joints ache and my hair is turning white and…"

He stopped her with a kiss. Once he was done, he took up the tirade. "And you glow and look more beautiful than ever. I can't remember you ever looking as beautiful to me as you do now. You've always been beautiful Cora but there's something now about you, something I can't explain that makes you even more enticing. Some days I can't think of anything else but you, wanting the day to end so I can be here with you, like this."

"Oh Robert, stop trying to appease me. I know what I see in the mirror."

He looked across to her vanity mirror and sighed. "Then I suppose we should purchase a new one. That one is obviously flawed if you see anything but your beauty when you look into it. Honestly Cora, most women lose their good looks as they age but you wear your age so gracefully, like a beautiful swan that glides over the water."

Cora snorted her laughter. "Swans are quite awkward and ungraceful out of the water, you know."

"But that's just it, my darling; you are never out of the water. You move through life with such grace and poise. And any signs of age that do appear seem to enhance your qualities, not detract from them."

"Now you're just being a silly romantic, hoping that will settle me." Her annoyance showed in her expression as her eyes rolled and then whipped a glance at him.

With a sigh, Robert looked back at her. "Then I shall have to show you." Gingerly he reached for the laces at the top of her gown and fidgeting for a moment, undid them, his finger tips brushing against her skin teasingly. Once he had the ties undone, he carefully scooted the fabric aside to expose the creamy white skin beneath. Equally as careful, he used his index finger to draw a line down, forcing the fabric away from the lovely crevice between her breasts. He leaned over, planting tender little kisses along her neckline and then upwards to her ear and across to her mouth, encasing it with his lips.

He felt Cora's response, the one he'd intended. She relaxed and her body slackened, cuing him to her willingness for more. While his lips continued to engage hers, his fingers drew lazy lines along the fabric of her gown, running across her décolletage and then down into the sweet valley between her breasts. His kisses broke long enough for him to whisper, "so lovely" before he deepened them, his tongue dancing with hers. Her hand went to his head, her fingers in his hair, mimicking the motions of their tongues.

She whimpered when his hand claimed her breast, his fingers first trailing over her mound before circling his intended target, her tiny peak. "This afternoon… I don't know what caused it but your little peaks were quite prominent,' he whispered. "I rather enjoyed it," he added as he pinched her little erection.

"I was thinking of you," she moaned. "You looked so…hmmm, desirable in ummm…. In your shirt sleeves," she sighed as he tweaked her again.

"I wondered why you looked at me as you did. It was a good thing my trousers had plenty of room; the way you were looking at me was causing difficulties."

"Don't be silly Robert," she said a little more firmly. "I don't do that to you anymore."

"Yes, you do," he teased as he took her hand in his. Pulling it down, he pressed her hand against his manhood, which was fully at attention. "I've been fighting this all day, what with the way you looked at me and your delicious little tease in your summer dress. It was all I could do to keep from throwing you over my shoulder and carrying you upstairs."

"Oh Robert, you exaggerate."

He heard the pleased annoyance in her voice was relieved that he was achieving his goal. "I do not," he insisted. "And I must say, it was rather difficult sitting through the meeting with Murray and Tom when all I could think of was getting you off someplace to myself."

"Then why didn't you come find me?"

"By the time they left, Mary said you were at Mamma's. And the dressing gong rang just after you arrived home. I can't even tell you what we had for dinner since all I could think about was how hungry I was for you."

She nibbled at his neck, her hand remaining over his groin and occasionally moving in the most exciting manner. Rolling her onto her back, he sat up and studied her thoughtfully. "I think this needs to go," he said as he tugged at her gown. "I want to see you…see all of your glorious body."

She wiggled and moved as he worked at her gown, finally pulling it over her head. Robert took a deep breath once the gown was discarded and she lay there completely nude. "Oh my god, Cora… what you do to me," he said huskily.

"Really. Let me see," she smirked as she tugged at his clothes. Quickly he tossed them aside, now as naked as she. Robert's eyes widened as he saw her wonton expression as she gazed at his now very large and quite flushed member. "Oh my…you are in a state."

"As I've tried to tell you," he grinned. Using his fingertip, he drew a trail around her breasts and then down her abdomen, circling her navel before delving into her most private region. Flushed with lust, his heart beating rapidly, Robert skimmed over her lightly, teasing the hairs of her lusty valley. Feeling the moisture that was already gathering, he delved in, letting her warmth and dampness bathe his fingers. Cora gasped as he did, her body arching, asking for something more.

"Cora?" he asked, not wanting to be too much in a hurry but recognizing the condition they both were in.

"Yes…now …please," she keened as her body responded to his touch.

Moving over her taking in the sight of her heightened state, the flush of her skin, her hardened nipples, and the lust in her eyes Robert knew he would not last long. Her legs spread for him, allowing him entry. Once they were joined he held himself over her, mesmerized by the sight of her beneath him, acquiescent and expectant. "Oh Cora…," he whispered reverently.

Her blue eyes were fixed on him, her expression somewhere between delight and anxiety. He wondered if she knew what she was doing to him as she licked her lips with anticipation. Slowly he began to move within her, rejoicing in every sensation that he was certain only his wife could create for him. Other women might be able to satisfy his sexual desires, but only Cora could make it a spiritual experience for him as well. And she was doing that now.

She clinched around him and he glanced up at her face, smiling as he caught her smirk. "I love you," he said, tears gathering in his eyes.

"As I do you, my darling but please….you are torturing me," she replied before bucking against him, telling him to be a little quicker about it.

Once he began to stroke her in earnest, it wasn't long until they climbed the summit of ecstasy, their bodies exploding from the sweet tension. Once she had milked him dry, she stilled, his member still sitting limply within her if only just barely. He held himself over her trying to breathe again when he heard her chuckle.

Rolling off, he looked at her in confusion. She smiled at him and rolled to her side facing him. Her hand stroked his ear and into his hair, her shining eyes caressing him. "That was just so…" she paused as if thinking.

"So what?" he asked softly, worried that he might have fallen short of the mark in some way.

'So…lovely," she whispered.

Robert smiled at that. "It is you who is lovely, darling. And it is your loveliness that takes me to heights no other can. It is true we are getting older but when I am with you, I feel…"

She looked at him quizzically. "What do you feel?"

Looking into her blissful eyes, shining a bright blue, he leaned over to kiss her gently. "Ageless," he said as he settled back and stared contentedly into her face.

The little summer smut-a-thon seems to have stirred my brain, lol. I hope you enjoyed this little bit that popped into my brain last night. Please let me know;-)