James turned his head and whispered softly, "I love you, and I am going to give you all that I have..."
"Oh James, make love to me. Make love to me like we used to, when we were young and carefree."
James started to move his hips making his penis reach every possible place it could. Sybil loved the slow soft motions, and it started to bring back a flood of emotion. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the sensations while trying to get a handle on herself, James leaned down and softly kissed her forehead. He wrapped his arm under shoulders and cradled her head in his hands while he made love to her. She opened her eyes and met his gaze. They locked eyes and began to move in rhythm with each other, in and out, as if they were dancing to an old familiar tune.
"I love you," James whispered quietly, he realized what he said and hoped she didn't hear it. He didn't want to scare her or ruin the moment. She looked at him and a tear came to her eye, it welled up before gracefully falling down her rosy cheek. James kissed it away, whispering, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean..."
Sybil put her finger to his mouth, 'Shhh... there is no need to apologize, you are my love."
James held her tight and tried to make her feel as important and loved as he thought she was. He kissed her nibbled her neck and kissed her clavicle while he worked his penis in and out of her wet vagina. She made all of her usual sweet noises, so quiet and delicate, whispering sweet, sexy little phrases in his ear.
"I love your cock in my pussy... you make me so wet, I want to cum all over you... you feel so good inside me, so strong and hard, fuck your wife..."