Complicated

Chapter Seventy Four: Unspoken

And I can feel it coming in the air tonight, Oh Lord
I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, Oh Lord
I can feel it in the air tonight, Oh Lord, Oh Lord
And I've been waiting for this moment all my life, Oh Lord, Oh Lord

Phil Collins – In The Air Tonight

Don's steady, warm hands were skating over his wife's porcelain flesh as she stood before him so superbly exposed in a open, peach shirt of his and a pair of tiny black panties. Don was sitting on the edge of their bed looking up at her as her silky dark hair fell across those expressive delicate features. His fingertips were gliding up along the length of her lean thighs causing her to shiver at the temperature of his touch as his fingers traced the pattern of the panties that hugged her pert ass.

His hands entwined in the fluttering shirt, twisting into fists as he gripped the material and tugged her down into his lap. Her smooth thighs parted on either side of his powerful hips as she complied with his unspoken request. He kissed her ravenously, like a man dying of hunger as his desire ate him up from the inside. It had been so long since they had had the opportunity to be so thoughtless and he let the passion consume him as his hands caressed Grace's sensual form. His strokes were tender and laced with pleasurable heat that felt like sheer bliss upon her cool skin. Her fingers were drawing his grey t-shirt up and over his head before she dipped her head, capturing his mouth as she rained slow, breathless kisses upon it.

The skin on skin contact was glorious as the swell of her naked breasts pressed against his firm, scarred chest. Her nipples were erect with arousal, making him groan into the curve of her throat as his teeth grazed that sweet little soft spot just underneath his wife's ear. It drove her into a frenzy as his strong right arm encircled her waist clasping her even closer as he arched his throbbing erection towards her soaking wet core, rubbing the material of his jeans along her moist panties. The friction felt delicious as it granted him barely a second of relief as Grace made that dynamic, low whimpering noise he enjoyed so much.

Don's hot mouth enclosed on her pert bare nipple, his molten tongue flicking over the yearning bud as he drew it into the heated confines of his mouth. The ragged gasp that tore from her throat was a crescendo in his ears as she began to writhe against his lower body stimulating his aching cock through the rough denim material of his jeans. He nuzzled the space between her breasts, using his thumbs to gently tease the outline of her nipple before his mouth enclosed on the opposite nub. Grace's fingers threaded through his fine, dark hair as he sucked it into his mouth, swirling his tongue over and over the sensitive area.

Don's hands were already sliding down her curvaceous frame to the thin band of her panties. His eager fingers hooked them as he began to draw them down her long lean legs. Grace drew away reluctantly so he could remove them completely before she stepped out of them.

Grace stood before him once more like a goddess in his eyes, she was both radiant and beautiful to him and that could never change. He watched her grey eyes brighten with arousal as he flicked the button of his jeans open with his thumb before drawing the the zipper all the way down with tantalisingly slow movements over his demanding erection. He pressed the foil packet into his wife's hand as he yanked off his jeans and underwear leaving himself naked under her smouldering gaze.

Grace took it from his hands, tearing it impatiently between her fingertips before removing the condom from it's packaging and tossing the wrapper onto the floor. Don held himself at the base ready for the application before his wife began to roll it down his glistening member. He arched into the latex sheath at the feel of her skilled hands on his sensitive, wanting skin.

Grace smiled adoringly as Don reached out with his fingertips and smoothed the hair away from her eyes as she released his captive member from her playful hands. She knew what she was doing to him when she touched him like that and she enjoyed having that brief, fleeting moment of power over him.

She was still wearing his peach coloured shirt when she slid into his lap yet again, his hands were roaming underneath the sweeping material, touching and stroking every inch of her stunning porcelain flesh as their lips met once more. Her tongue parted his lips, exploring the inside of his mouth as Grace sank down slowly along the length of his needy cock.

He bit her lip lightly as she took him inch by antagonizing inch. Her tightness hugged his dick from all sides drowning him in the sensation as she withdrew from him again before thrusting down with the same tedious pace. Don's hands were on her, clasping her to him and groaning into her skin as her hands came to rest upon his strong shoulders for leverage. She moved just a little bit faster, picking up the pace just enough to keep him wavering on the edge as she made love to him.

Already his lower back was tingling, the base of his cock was beginning to pulse and hum with pleasure at his impending orgasm. She knew already that he was close and that excited her even more. Her inner walls were already contracting around him as he kissed her harder almost bruising her lips with the force of the ecstasy that was exploding like fire works thorough every single nerve in his body. His arms were wrapped around her waist and back, holding her so close he could feel every breath she took as she smothered the cries erupting from his mouth with her own.

The orgasm was intense, he could feel his whole body giving itself over to her as she came so suddenly it surprised him. Her muscles clenched around his dick like a tight, velvet fist draining him of everything that he was worth as he exploded inside of her lithe body. His hips jerked as chanted her name against her soft pink lips. Her heart was beating against his as they began to come down from the dizzying heights of their climax. He felt so whole when they were like this, the two of them were both meant to be here in this moment, two half of the same soul or two thirds if he counted Jenny.

They didn't move, he could sense her reluctance to part and it was mirrored in his own actions as he kissed her pale skin once more. They were connected right now, the bond resided there in the physical space between them. There was nothing to worry about in the shelter of her arms, no fear, no pain no darkness. There was just her, and in turn, them.

She kissed him sweetly, her mouth exploratory and lazy as her hands chased up the scars of his chest touching him with revered fingertips. She was in awe of him at the moment, he didn't know how he knew that but he was aware that it was true from her light, praising touches. This was a dance where no words were needed because they were communicating on a much deeper level.

Loving Grace was easy, she fitted Don in ways that he could never have imagined possible. She had given him everything he could ever dreamed of and more and she knew it. She knew how he felt and he marvelled in that, just like he knew how she was feeling right now.

Love you, he told her wordlessly as his forehead head came to rest against hers so he could see into that beautiful grey gaze.

His hand cupped her face, his thumb tracing along her cheek bone as a smile curved across her pert mouth before she pressed her lips to his once more.

Love you too.