Part 1

Dot held her hand out to the man in her life. He is her life. Her forever life. 

Her intent was to entice him to get up, but true to form, he pulled her down onto the bed. After thirty years of marriage, the cocooning process took but seconds. He tucked her into his side with her head resting on his shoulder. He absently petted her hair while she snuggled along his left side.

Dot was grateful that he still managed to make her feel like the only one. No pretending. No inattentiveness or day dreaming. They had discussed this years ago. Long and hard. No one else in the bedroom.  

Jon took a finger, placing it under her chin, to lift her face up to his. He splayed his fingers across her cheek, putting all the tenderness he was feeling into his touch. He didn't even have to open his eyes.  He knew her countenance by heart. Leaning in he captured her lips. Soft, slightly open mouthed. Tiny kisses. Warm puffs of breath.

People may think that he thought of his female fans while being intimate with Dot, but it was the other way around.  Dot was his heart and soul. His muse.  His life force.

The small, all of his love, kiss brought a soft kittenish moan. He knew all of Dot's sweet spots. He was still grateful and humbled that this strong, independent, 'I know what I want' woman was his wife. 

Dot, still breathless, after all these years, plastered herself along the length of his body. His warm embrace and scent filled her, lulling her to sleep.  Her original intent forgotten.