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Falling moonlight

It’s a cold winter night, not as dark as one would think. I suppose this is due largely to the full moon above reflecting off of the freshly fallen snow. I am there laying in bed, looking out the window. Watching as it seems the snow is falling faster and heavier then I have ever seen it fall before. My hand aimlessly finds yours, under the covers. You are there sleeping next to me. I roll over to look at you, the moon light reflecting in your window, just enough to illuminate your body. At first I am content just to watch you sleeping. To partake in the visual feast of your body. To watch your chest rise and fall with every breath. Maybe it was watching your chest, maybe it was your sense of contentment, and maybe it was the soft sighs of sleep that escaped from deep within you. Something flipped a switch in me and suddenly I found myself unable to restrain myself. I had to taste your sweet skin under my lips. You have been sleeping next to me like this for nearly 20 years now, I know what you taste like under my lips, but for some reason tonight I find myself unable to recall, and I must kiss you again. I think to myself that it will just be one sweet kiss on your arm, just enough to jog my memory. As I kiss your arm, however you roll towards me, leaving out a soft sigh again. As your body turns the moonlight from my window captures the softness of your face. The tiniest laugh lines, from years of living and laughing with me. It always seemed no matter how sick either one of us got we could always make each other laugh.

I find myself moving my lips upwards, towards your neck. Letting my lips trail across your skin. I know it is 3 am and I should be asleep. I know that you and I both have to work in the morning. It was just one of those sleepless nights for me. In our younger and healthier years you would have stayed up with me, but I knew you had a big day tomorrow, and I knew that you have been having flair ups as of late. So I pretended to lay down and go to sleep with you, only to find myself staring out the window most of the night. Watching the snow fall, blanketing the earth with a quiet and calm. My lips are now on your neck, and I can feel you stirring underneath me. Slowly I am kissing you, waiting to see if you are going to wake up and tell me to get a grip or not. As I am there kissing your neck savoring every taste of your skin, enjoying the slight lingering of your perfume, you wake. Your eyes just



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barely open, but what I can see of them, catches the moonlight and dances in it. I look to your eyes for a sense of

what my next move might be. You look down at me, my eyes looking back, in the most pleading way possible. You take my chin in your hands and raise my face to meet yours. Slowly and gently you kiss me. A kiss that hasn’t been shared between us in a good number of months. Between our health, the grandkids, and the dogs, we just haven’t made time for us. This kiss is what I have been looking for.

What I have been waiting for. The last ten minutes have been excruciating on me. Gently I move my body closer to yours, I carefully put my leg over top of yours. I reach my hands up and gently place them on your face, as we kiss each other with such depth and passion, it feels like the first time we kissed all over again. Who knew such a spark could still be there after all these years. Slowly I let my lips trail off your lips. Finding my way to your neck. Gently I am there at your neck kissing you, tasting you, feeling your body come to life under me. I have done this to you so many times before, but this one for some reason feels different, feels special, and feels like we are kids again. There is a passion between us, there always has been, but tonight it is in full force again. My lips are tasting every inch of your skin. Slowly my hands are unbuttoning your pajama top. My eyes taking in the visual feast of your caramel brown skin in the moonlight. As I expose your breasts to the night air, they immediately become hard, part from my lips on your neck, part from the cold night air. My tongue traces the patterns of your body until I find my way to your breast. Taking my time and making this last I kiss every inch of your exposed skin. First running my tongue in the crease where your breast meets your stomach. Then running my tongue in teasingly close circles around your nipple. Finally I run my tongue just ever so lightly across the top of your erect nipple. Then taking it full into my mouth to watch your body wake up to full alertness.

Watching your back arch, and hearing the absent minded moan that escapes your lips. I turn my attentions to your other now heaving breast. This time forgoing the teasing to move directly into sucking it hard like the other. You are running your hands thru my hair and over my back, occasionally digging your nails into my skin. I suppose after 20 years you still get all excited when my lips touch your bare skin. My tongue follows the beckoning of your heat and moves down your body. I reach down with my hands to slide your pajama pants down your smooth legs. Teasingly running my tongue across the

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exposed skin where the waist band was. I watch as your legs spread wider and wider almost begging me to taste you. I move my body into its most desired position, right between your sensual legs. As I am moving I catch the glimmer of your wetness in the moonlight, and suddenly am aware of my own wetness. I can not contain myself any longer. I move my face daringly close to your pussy. Letting my breathe alone stimulate and excite you. You find yourself desperately trying to rock your pelvis up so that your pussy and my mouth collide. I with the much self containment wait until you calm again to let my tongue slowly flick at your clit. Ever so softly teasing just the end of it with my tongue. Then just as I feel I can take no more I push my mouth hard down onto you.

Sucking your clit full into my mouth, feeling it grow bigger and bigger in my mouth. Now flicking the end of it hard with my tongue. I stop just short of letting you cum, knowing I need more of you. I carefully let your clit out of my mouth. Finding my way to your hole I poke my tongue into you. Pulling it up to try and hit your g-spot with it. Lapping at all the sweet juices that flow from within you. Making sure not to let a single drop of that sweet goddess nectar hit the sheets. After a few minutes of pulling at you with my tongue I can feel your urgency rise. Slowly I pull my tongue out of you only to replace it with my fingers. Letting my mouth free to explore your clit again. I push and pull my fingers in and out of you at dizzying speeds. All along knowing the faster and harder I go the harder you will orgasm. Licking at your fully encouraged clit and pumping you with my hand. Almost spontaneously you climax. Nearly crushing my hand in the process. Leaving scratch marks all over my back, and eight perfect bloody impressions of your fingernails. It’s been a long time since I made you cum like this. My how I have missed it. I crawl up to lay beside you and take you into my arms. You roll onto your side laying your head on my chest. Looking up at me, not speaking a word, but letting your eyes say thank you. Falling asleep almost instantly. Sleeping in the satisfaction of knowing that was a damn good orgasm. I lay my head back and go back to aimlessly staring out the window again at the snow falling in the moonlight.