Unintentionally written chapter that just came out of no where for the amusement of na-ebudae, so a few word changes here and there and I realised I could use it for this fic. Mature smut between a loving married couple, I don't want to give up writing just because of a few malicious journalists, hopefully you will enjoy :)
They sit in bed reading as is their custom now, if they share wine they share it in their room, they are so rarely downstairs anymore, both preferring to rest in bed as soon as their day is over. She has had a lovely day of well wishers and birthday celebration but there is still that thought in her mind, she is another year older, a year away from 60 - she feels old.
He senses her concentration is no longer on her book so he puts his aside, turning to her. He asks what is wrong and she admits to feeling old - they have no secrets. She goes back to her book though, narrowing her eyes to make out the words in the dim light. A slight smirk appears on his lips, the shoulder of her nightgown has slipped down slightly, he leans forward to press a kiss on her shoulder, trailing them left along her collarbone. She keeps her eyes on her book but a smile has appeared on her lips. She innocently asks what he's doing but she knows full well.
He tells her adamantly she is not old, instead that she is beautiful and he means every word. One hand has found its way to her breast and the fluttering of her eye lashes tells him she is no longer thinking about anything other than what he is doing. She puts her book aside and looks down to see her buttons have been undone, they share a smile and he pulls her down by her waist, her gown riding up until he pulls it off to reveal her naked chest which he ravishes in kisses, even trailing his tongue up the valley of her breasts, up her neck, stopping at her lips which instead he kisses. Pulling back to take off her glasses, beautiful as they are he wants to see her eyes as he drives her wild.
His knee is between her legs and with a hand in her hair, another under her breast, he pushes up, rubbing against her centre creating a friction she cannot help but moan at - she hasn't forgotten when they last did this, but she knows it has been a while. Her hand makes its way to him but he stops it, this is her birthday and he will worship his woman. With a hand around her wrist he pins it to the pillow, pushing his knee up again, feeling her heat seeping through. Her eyes are closed but she is smiling. Entwining their fingers he pulls her hand till it reaches the posts on the headboard, curling her fingers around it and doing the same thing with the other hand.
In a quick motion he has pulled off her undergarments and his goddess is bare before him, she gasps, crossing her legs and turning slightly but he takes hold of her knees and steadies them either side of him repeats that she is beautiful, oh so beautiful, and his love, always his.
He trails kisses up her thighs till his mouth is where most craves it - she knows why he put her hands where he did. Her grip tightens as his tongue flicks over her, hands steadying her hips which move out of her control. At each moan and sigh he grows bolder, closing his lips around her most sensitive part before slipping his tongue inside her and nuzzling her with his nose. She is biting hard on her lip, stifling her increasing moans as her husband brings such wonderful feelings.
Her breath increases dramatically when his fingers replace his tongue, and his tongue goes back to teasing her hard pearl of flesh, he can feel her beginning to reach her release. Her hands have moved into her hair, pulling at it, her legs are beginning to spasm and he cannot wait any longer. Pulling back for a second resulting in an unhappy moan from his wife he sheathes himself within her and they both cry out. Face to face again she claims his lips, thrilled to taste herself on his tongue. Her hands cup his face as she nods, a stray tear escaping her eye for the most powerful love she has ever felt, unable to be any closer, any more connected to the most important person in her life, they take a moment before moving together. An unforgotten rhythm of love making that increases in speed with each moan.
It is mere minutes before the fire and friction burns them both and they move at a speed unknown to both of them, wrapped tightly in each others arms until finally her release, a spectacular climax with a scream to match, drives him over the edge and he spills himself inside her convulsing walls. Rolling onto his side without breaking their connection and pulling her hot body to his, burying his face in her neck as she does to him. Their heavy breathing the only sound as she rides the waves of her orgasm, and he relishes his wife's body against his.
She's not old, they may not be as young and active as they once were, but their old and familiar love is still a fiery passion between them.
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