The Price We've Paid

Lost Time

SMUT WARNING

As you two broke apart from your hug, you locked eyes. Your breath hitched as you gazed at her, watching as her eyes traced over your face. It felt like the first time your wife was really seeing you in a long time. Not just physically, but in every possible way.

Eventually, her eyes landed on your lips and they hovered there for a moment. You could tell she wanted to kiss you, but she seemed scared. Through your eyelashes, you gazed at her, silently begging for her to kiss you; to bridge the last gap you had between you.

And without any hesitation, she obliged; wrapping her fingers in your hair as she pulled your face to hers, planting her lips forcefully upon your own and kissing you with a passion you'd been missing these last years. Your arms instinctively moved around her waist, holding her tightly as you kissed her back. Slowly, she started walking you backwards towards the bed, until your knees buckled as they felt the mattress against them.

As you lowered to the sheets, she grabbed hold of your shirt; holding it in place so your body effortlessly fell out of it. As you sat, she watched your breasts bounce in your bra, her eyes widening with desire. You smirked as you leaned forward, grabbing the loops of her jeans to pull her closer to you. Seductively, you grabbed the edge of her shirt, forcing it upwards with her help, before planting soft tender kisses on her hips just above the hem of her pants.

As you kissed her, you unbuttoned them, before hooking your fingers underneath her underwear and pulling all of her bottoms down as your eyes rose to meet hers.

She chuckled. "Not wasting any time I see?" She hummed, as she moved a piece of your hair away from your face.

You shook your head. "I wanna make up for lost time."

"Well that makes two of us," she hummed as she lowered her face until it was inches from yours. As you stretched the rest of the way to recapture her lips, she grabbed hold the clasp of your bra, unhooking it with one hand, as she ripped it off with the other. Your bra went flying across the room, but before it had even hit the ground, Andy had pushed you to lay back on the bed.

"Oh, I have missed you," she muttered, as she quickly undid her own bra while you frantically began pulling your own pants off. She helped you when they reached your ankles, before crawling on top of you as you scooted yourself further onto the mattress.

"I missed you too," you cooed, as she began kissing your neck. "It's been so...mm..so l-ong..."

She moved her lips around your neck, leaving a necklace of kisses until she found that special spot that drove you insane. She knew it well, and she knew what giving it her full attention did to you.

The brunette chuckled as your sentence fizzled out and was replaced by soft moans. Each one was like music to her ears. She had missed you in your entirety these last 35 years, but hearing your moans; knowing she was the only one who could make you sound so sweet, she'd definitely missed that the most.

As she continued, your hands traced up and down her spine, eventually moving down towards her hips and thighs. You could feel as she got chills and it gave you a sweet satisfaction. Slowly, you inched one of your hands in between her legs, only to find that she was already slick with desire for you.

You let out a satisfied groan as your middle finger trailed circles around her clit. She had been suckling on your neck, marking you as she often did; but as soon as you hit her tender bud, she stopped, letting out her first moan of pleasure.

That alone was almost enough to make you orgasm.

Hearing her usually so confident and strong voice break down with pleasure was like an addiction, and you had just taken your first hit after having withdrawals for the last 35 years. Additionally, knowing you were the only one that ever got to hear her this way...did something you couldn't quite explain.