Rhonda woke abruptly sensing Nick's restlessness; her head resting on his shoulder, tucked under his arm with her hand over his heartbeat. It was too dark in the room to see that he was awake and staring at her but she could feel it. Softly she said, "Feeling restless?" His hand moved to brush back her hair and answered. "You know me. Always restless and moving. But actually I'm more desperate than anything."
Rhonda raised herself up on her elbow. "Desperate for what? Are you hungry?" Suddenly she realized that they never did order room service and all they had for dinner was some chocolate and wine. "I'm sorry Honey, You must be starving!"
Nick moved quickly, rolling her onto her back and pinning her down with his weight. "Only for more of you. All I want to eat is right here."
With that Nick began planting tender kisses on her forehead, her nose, her lips where he lingered for a bit, down the curve of her neck and on to her breasts, first one and then the other. Her nipples, always responsive to attention, perked up right away, puckering in anticipation. Nick paused for some time, licking, teasing and sucking each perfect pink point. God, I love her, he thought as he lingered over her, knowing he could coax her to cum even with just breast play alone. She never failed to amaze him with her responses. He knew she was rare for a woman in her 50's, facing 2 knee surgeries and named Grandma. He smiled at the thought as his tongue continued its journey down her belly and the small mound leading to her pussy.
The fingers of one hand pulling and lightly twisting her nipples, he parted her legs with the other and dipped his head between them. The smell of her, as always, made his cock harden to rock solid. He planted light kisses on the inside of her thighs as he heard her sigh deeply. There was no rush. He would stay buried in her sex the rest of the night if she wanted him to. He intentionally brushed his beard against her legs and the light expanse of hair leading to pure gold. He knew how much she loved the feel of his beard on her skin. She loved knowing that it would soon be soaked and dripping with her juices.
Nick rubbed his whiskers over her soft skin, darting his tongue out to lap up the moisture that collected quickly. The insides of her legs were already sticky and fragrant from the first cums of the night. He had climaxed as she rode him, his hands filled alternately with her breasts, her hips and her ass. He loved watching her move above him, sliding smoothly up and down on his hard cock. Not cumming too soon took effort but he really worked hard to have her cum first. He always knew when she was close. Her eyes would capture his if there was enough light and her breathing would grow shallow while the noises she made grew louder. Just before the magic moment she would begin crying out, "Ok, Ok, Ok, Ok," over and over, slowly and then increasingly faster. Her head would tilt back while in the cowgirl position, thrusting her tits closer to his eager mouth.
Then as he sucked a hard nipple in he would feel her legs begin to shake as she breathed out a loud series of Oks. Watching her climax was pure joy for him. Earlier he had placed his thumb on her clit, rubbing and teasing until she had to move back because of the intensity. Just after cumming her body quivered and she would need a few minutes, he knew, but that was the moment when he loved to strike. Tweaking her little button, intensely sucking and nibbling on her hard nipples, teasing her pussy with insistent fingers were all the things he loved to do, knowing she would be beyond control. He loved silently directing her in those moments. Not in a bad or controlling way, just an erotic 'push the limits of her orgasm' way. Many years of being lovers had taught him a thing or two about his sweet wife.
The mixture of his cum and hers filled his mouth and nose as he continued to linger between her legs. The smells never failed to move him. He dipped his head lower to run his tongue along the folds of her pussy. He felt her quiver and felt her hands on his hair, grasping at his scalp. As he moved higher to seek her clit her hand moved to his face. Rhonda loved to stroke his beard as he licked and sucked on the delicate flesh of her sex. He flicked his tongue over her clit, pushing aside the small hood that stood in his way. Her fingers stroked his face, gently guiding him to just the perfect spots. Licking her clit before switching to sucking, feeling her fingers grasp his face and his hair as she wiggled, he turned slightly to take her fingers into his mouth and felt her relax while he tongued them.
Then just as she breathed out a deep sigh he grabbed her hand with his and moved it to her belly, holding it down tightly. She stiffened in anticipation as he buried his face and attacked her clit with renewed purpose. She began writhing on the bed fighting to get away but of course not really fighting. She wanted the dance as much as he did and many years of lovemaking had perfected every step. He insistently pressed against her hot little button while her juices covered his face. Keeping up with the moisture was next to impossible but Nick was up for the challenge. Soon he would feel her cum hard; her legs shaking and her hands pulling his head hard against her. Her loud Oks would signal the point of no return and then he knew to slow down the erotic attack on her as her body tensed in a huge orgasm.
After feeling her cum and then begin to relax, Nick then moved up to her for his 'almost' favorite part. In truth he couldn't possibly characterize any part of sex with Rhonda as his favorite. It was all perfect and he wouldn't ever tell Rhonda this but he really did enjoy the moments just after bringing her to cum like that as he moved up and over her to rub his soaked beard over her face. It may seem controlling again to an outsider but she actually craved those moments with him. Rubbing against his wet beard with his weight holding her securely down was her moment of extended climax. She opened her mouth to run her teeth through the hair, satisfied at the feel of his extremely wet face. Knowing that he loved it as much as she did was amazingly intense. Their combined desires and smells came together in those intimate moments. Never before, for either of them had they experienced such pure expressions of desire and fulfillment. Over 30 years of lovemaking should have such benefits although they both knew that theirs was an unusual union compared to many couples.
As Rhonda's breathing slowed down Nick moved off of her and rolled her to her side nestled tightly against him. Spooning while making love was a tender expression that they both enjoyed equally. Rhonda swung her leg over his as he grasped his hard cock in his hand and placed it at her hole. Entering her from behind like that gave the illusion of tightness. Moving his arms to envelop her and with her ass firmly pressed against him, Nick let out a long held breath and guided his cock into her. Her breath caught and then she pushed back against him as he started fucking her slowly. His lips began kissing the back of her neck and his free hand fondled her breast while she began to squirm. Rhonda captured his other hand and took a couple of fingers into her mouth. Nick sighed deeply, moving to his elbow while tonguing her upper back. For the thousandth time he silently thanked God for her. She must have been thanking God too since she suddenly started crying out, "Oh God, oh God" over and over. They came together in that position, his hand grasping her breast, her hand reaching back to his thigh to hold him close and their tongues intertwined with her somehow turning her head far enough to meet his mouth.
As they laid together on their sides and faced the wall of windows, there was no need for conversation. Their breathing slowed and their bodies calmed. Eventually his cock slipped out and his arm moved to her waist to hold her tightly against him. After some time Rhonda heard Nick's breathing change as he slipped off to sleep. She snuggled up against him and allowed sweet sleep to visit her as well.
