Every night when they climbed into bed, they would snuggle up to each other like spoons. Through the years they had developed a strong love for each other, a love that went beyond the physical.
The days where they couldn't keep their desires in check and their hands off each other were long passed. But they both still relished the feel of each other's naked body pressed against each other.
Once settled in, he would lower his head and kiss her back before they exchanged their vows of love. Originally his kisses were randomly placed, while he softly stroked her hip and leg with his hand.
Occasionally she would respond with a hand on his hip, pulling his loins tightly to herself, or she would take his hand a move it to a more erogenous part of her body than her hip. That would be her signal that she wanted him to continue. That she was up for more.
But most nights it was a few kisses and declarations of love, cuddling and sleep. For while the ardor of their youth had cooled with time, their love had deepened with their shared life experiences.
When they were invited to a week of sun and sand with her family they readily accepted, both needing a break from the grind.
Both of them also considered the possibility of making love in an exotic location, something that would have been a given for them in the early years.
But the reality was the taxing nature of recreation in the heat and humidity left them exhausted by evening.
Coupled with the close proximity of siblings and in-laws, nieces and nephews, all put a damper on any passion they may have felt.
On the very first night at the large beach house, they realized how much they could hear the people in the adjacent rooms, and the room above them. And soon realized that if they could hear the neighbors, then the neighbors would hear them as well.
So they dismissed the idea of sex for the duration of the vacation, and made the most of the other activities afforded them.
When she was finished with her shower on the second night of the vacation, she emerged from the private bathroom wearing a tank top and light shorts. Reading his expression she commented that she wouldn't feel comfortable sleeping nude.
He wasn't happy about it, but after his own shower he donned his gym shorts and a large tee shirt to go along. And that was what they wore to bed every night during their vacation.
But when they snuggled up, they were both aware of the layers of fabric between them, it felt foreign and restrictive. "I can't kiss your back like this." He whispered in the dark.
"I know, you'll just have to make up for it when we get home." She replied quietly.
He pulled her tight and murmured in her ear, "That's going to be a lot of kisses coming your way."
She smiled in the darkness and answered, "I can't wait."
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A week later they were home. Both relaxed and exhausted. The time spent away had been fantastic, fun in the sun, catching up with family, eating like kings and queens, drinking, laughing, it had been exactly what they both needed.
But coming home to their own house was a relief. They marveled at how much they appreciated the home they had made for themselves, even after the beautiful local they had just left.
When it was time for bed they both reveled in the feel of the sheets on their naked bodies, and they were both glad to feel their bodies coming together and spooning without the hindrance of clothing.
But the drive home had been grueling. They both took turns, but sitting shotgun for long hours was nearly as exhausting as driving.
So when they finally made it to bed, wiggling close together, neither had any interest in anything besides sleep. He gave her his basic heart shaped pattern of kisses, with promises to give her extra at a later date.
She readily accepted the offer, and with the usual pledges of love they were both soon fast asleep. Comfortable and content.
