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Lorraine sighs as she takes the last pin out of her hair, running her hands through it and feeling relief after the long and exciting day they’ve had. It’s been such a long time since they’ve had a big party like that, and as exhausting as it can be, she’s more than happy to have given Ed such a gift. Memories of her husband laughing and playing ping pong make her smile absentmindedly as she rubs some of her lotion along her hands and neck. The smile only widens when she looks up at the mirror and sees Ed leaning against the doorframe with a grin of his own. He’s in his pajamas too, accompanied by that tight white shirt that always makes Lorraine blush a little.
“Thank you for today, Hun. It was real nice to see all those folks,” he says after a moment, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her torso just like he’d done in the kitchen earlier. He kisses her neck instead of her cheek this time, inhaling the lovely floral scent of her lotion.
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, even though I know you’re not ecstatic about Judy and Tony,” she replies knowingly, raising her brow at him in the mirror. He straightens a bit and sighs.
“I got nothing against the kid, but Judy-”
“Is our little girl. I know.”
Lorraine turns to face him and cups his face, placing a sweet kiss on his lips and smiling when he melts into it, any tension over his daughter's engagement quickly fading away. He’s happy for her, of course he is, but it’s all so sudden, and he swears that just yesterday they were bringing their little baby—their miracle—home from the hospital.
“But all that aside, today’s been perfect, and it’s your doing. Although, I guess there’s one other thing…” Ed trails off after kissing his wife again, trying his damndest to hold back a smile when Lorraine’s brows furrow together with genuine concern.
“What is it? Did something go wrong?”
“No, nothing. Just wish I coulda had dessert…”
“Ed, we talked about this. Your heart-”
Ed suddenly squeezing her ass makes her stop her sentence short, and her face softens when she sees the wicked look in his eyes and realizes just what kind of dessert he means. Lorraine can’t help a faint smile, but it fades away as she flattens her hands across Ed’s chest.
“My previous point still stands. It’s been a big day, between the ping-pong and the engagement you’ve gotten yourself worked up enough,” she says softly, looking up at him apologetically. He’s still got that boy-ish look on his face, though, and when he pulls her flush against him and begins kissing along her neck, Lorraine knows there’ll be no stopping him unless she gives him a firm ‘no’. She also knows there’s no way in hell that’ll ever come out of her mouth.
“That’s what I got the pills for, don’t I?” he whispers right against her ear. She shivers in his arms, eyes shutting with bliss and breath catching despite herself.
“Alright… Alright, Ed. But only because it’s your birthday… and if you have to take one of your pills, we’re stopping,” she insists, feeling Ed’s teeth against her skin because he’s smiling at his victory.
“Deal.”
Lorraine gasps when he lifts her off the bathroom floor, carrying her into their room and setting her down on the bed. She gasps once again when Ed leans over her and begins to kiss her fervently. Such passion wouldn’t have surprised her a few years ago, but between Ed’s heart and their general age, sex for them has turned into something slow, something intimate. It’s still pleasurable, of course—it couldn’t not be when they’ve spent decades learning each other's bodies—but it’s not nearly as rigorous as it was even a decade ago, and more often than not Lorraine takes charge to keep Ed from working himself up. That’s what leaves her so surprised by his sudden dominance.
“Ed… you don’t want to lay down?” she asks her husband in between kisses. He instantly shakes his head, reaching for the bottom of her nightgown and hitching it up to her hips. When he keeps tugging upwards, Lorraine lifts off the mattress a little so he can pull it over her head.
“No. It’s my birthday, Lorraine. I’m making love to you tonight, not the other way around. And don’t try talking me out of it, I've been thinkin’ about this all day,” he reveals breathlessly. He kisses down her chest, then trails down to her stomach, and finally begins peppering kisses along her underwear. Lorraine shudders again.
For a moment she does consider trying to make him stop. She considers telling him that surely his heart will start acting up if he’s holding himself up and thrusting on top of her, that he simply doesn’t have the stamina he once did, or that he should just let her take care of him. But looking down between her legs and watching as her husband begins to pull her underwear off, she knows damn well that even she doesn’t want this to stop. She hasn’t seen him so starved in years—and though she doesn’t know if he’s merely suppressed such desire because of her concern for his health or if he’s just grown a little calmer with time, she’s certain that it’s thrilling to see this side of her husband again.
Regardless, none of it matters when Ed licks a stripe up her pussy and then begins kissing and sucking at her clit.
“A-Ah! Ed!” Lorraine cries, one hand gripping the covers and the other getting lost in his subtly-greying hair. He’s knelt before her so reverently, and he’s eating her out so eagerly that she can’t help but arch off the mattress. He hums into her core as a response to her moans, gripping her thighs and throwing them over his shoulders.
Lorraine pants as Ed continues to lap at her, and she jolts when he uses one hand to spread her folds open, licking her clit so directly that something like a yelp escapes her throat. It melts into a desperate, long moan when a finger pushes into her entrance.
“Oh Ed… so good… that feels so good,” she whines, hips rocking against his mouth and his hand. He chuckles at this, continuing with extra fervor as his wife’s pretty whimpers and cries spur him on. She tastes so delicious, feels so delicious clenching around only one finger. Ed’s pajama pants and underwear seem to grow impossibly tight.
When he adds a second finger, Lorraine tugs his hair so hard she actually worries that she’s hurt him for a moment. Fortunately, this only seems to encourage Ed more. He curls his fingers inside of her, pumping into that perfect spot that he always knows how to find. Lorraine’s legs begin to shake as a result, tension and heat building in her core. She throws her head back and shuts her eyes, so overwhelmed by how wonderfully Ed is doing. Then, all at once, her peak hits her.
Lorraine cries out so loud that Ed actually moans into her pussy, entranced by just how beautiful his wife sounds in the throes of pleasure. Her legs thrash against him, but he holds her down and continues stimulating her with his tongue until her body begins to relax and he knows that she’s come all the way down from her orgasm.
His fingers slip out gently, and he licks them clean before placing a gentle kiss to Lorraine’s pubic bone, smiling fondly at the greying hair there. It’s funny—for someone so concerned with his own age, Ed loves seeing the signs of it in his wife. He loves knowing they’ve had the privilege of being together so long, and that they’ve come so far from their wedding night where she’d shaved everything in nervous preparation. There hasn’t been any expectation for decades.
Ed stands from the carpeted floor, taking off everything but his underwear. Lorraine watches with no shortage of interest, even after seeing him bare hundreds of times. In unison they reach for each other, and as Lorraine pulls off his underwear, Ed runs his hands over her chest. They smile at the sight of each other fully naked.
Ed lifts Lorraine up again, moving her to the center of the bed and laying her head on their pillows. They kiss each other eagerly, hands roaming over every inch of skin. She doesn’t know if she’s simply gotten used to the slow and tender lovemaking, but Lorraine is also surprised by her own flaming desire. Perhaps she shouldn’t be so shocked, though. She and Ed have always been on the same wave-length.
“Fuck, Lorraine. You feel so good… smell so good…” Ed mutters into her hair, taking a deep breath as he begins to grind between her legs, dragging himself through a mix of her slick and his saliva. She moans at his words, but even in the haze she forces her eyes open, turning her head to look at Ed’s nightstand. When she sees that his pills are right where they’re supposed to be, she relaxes and starts to kiss him.
After one particularly sloppy kiss, Ed finally pulls away and sits back on his heels, grabbing Lorraine’s thighs and pulling them open. He moves her hips up and onto his legs, panting as he looks down at her core, glistening and ready. It’s so beautiful, seeing her like this. When Lorraine is on top, he’s always enamored by how much of a goddess she looks like, how powerful she really is… but this? The sight of his wife sprawled out beneath him, chest heaving with each breath and eyes hazy with lust never, ever gets old for him. And it’s been so long since he’s had her like this that he almost wants to moan just at the sight
Still, the throbbing in his groin reminds Ed what he really wants. He takes a hold of his cock, lining it up with Lorraine’s entrance and slowly pushing inside. The couple moans in unison, and Ed is in awe of how utterly amazing his wife feels as he slowly inches into her, head growing foggier and foggier until he finally bottoms out.
“Oh Ed… Oh Ed…” Lorraine repeats, clenching around her husband and reaching out for his muscled chest with one of her hands. Even with his heart problems, he’s dedicated a lot of time to staying fit. With Lorraine’s visions, it’s always been of utmost importance to him that he can physically protect her—whether it means breaking down doors, pulling her up from a cliff, or even just holding her when she begins to thrash and scream in her sleep. Lorraine knows that’s why he still works out. It’s why she loves feeling him so much.
Ed slowly begins thrusting into Lorraine, and they both moan together. He clasps his hand on top of hers, holding it to his chest as he drags inside of her. She can feel his heartbeat, and that comforts her too. She rocks her hips against him with that reassurance, and Ed lets out a choked sound at the feeling.
“Shit, hun… can’t do that to me,” he mumbles, suddenly leaning over and kissing her. His hands get lost in her hair and she breathlessly reaches her free hand to hold his face, thumb stroking his neat sideburns. She girlishly rocks her hips against him again, unable to resist how attractive he is when he reacts to her prompting him. However, she’s not prepared for what her teasing causes this time.
With something like a growl, Ed suddenly grabs his wife’s hips and—after briefly pulling out of her—flips her onto her stomach. Lorraine gasps, certainly not expecting this. She doesn’t even have time to question or protest—not that she would—before Ed is pushing back inside of her, reaching a spot so delicious at this new angle.
“Oh, god, Ed!” she cries, moans of both pleasure and shock escaping her lips when he begins to set an actually relentless pace. She didn’t even think he had it in him anymore, and although her eyes flicker to his pills again, the way his tip is just brushing against her cervix each time he bottoms out feels so damn good that she can’t do anything but moan.
“That feel good, Hun? You like that?” he asks, voice low and husky as he grips her hips a little harder and pulls her ass flush against his hips. She whimpers, back arching and hands desperately clutching the pillows. One of his hands drifts up her spine, making the skin there tingle. He chuckles when she shudders, knowing how sensitive her back is. The sound of Ed’s laughter when he’s making her feel this good has Lorraine moaning even louder.
“So good, Ed… You feel so good… this is s-so good,” she whimpers, a strangled gasp escaping her throat when Ed lands a little smack on her ass. What on earth has gotten into him tonight? The way he’s ravishing her feels more like fucking than the love making she’s grown accustomed to, and yet it’s absolutely amazing. For a brief moment, her mind flickers back to the night they conceived Judy. That memory makes her want him even closer.
“Ed… Ed, Honey… Kiss me. Kiss me, please,” she pleads breathlessly, tilting her head over her shoulder to look back at him. There’s a bead of sweat on his forehead, but before she can ponder it, he’s practically laying on top of her and kissing along her shoulders. He eventually lands at her lips, lightly gripping her jaw and kissing her tenderly even despite the brutality of his thrusting.
“L-Love you so much, Lorraine,” he groans, shimmying one hand underneath her and beginning to rub her clit. She throws her head back against his shoulder with a long, guttural moan, and Ed smiles before placing a kiss to her throat. The room is filled with the sound of ecstatic panting and skin slapping together, and suddenly they both forget how old they actually are—they’re rutting like teens again.
“Love you too, H-Hun,” she responds with a bashful smile, though it’s soon replaced by a slackened jaw as Ed increases the pressure on her bundle of nerves. She spreads her legs a little more, whining and letting her forehead fall onto the pillow in front of her. Ed chuckles, all too proud of himself when his wife’s legs begin shaking underneath him.
“Always works…” he mutters confidently, somehow managing to pick up the pace even more because he knows Lorraine is close, even though she hasn’t said it yet. He knows that she’s about to, though.
“E-Ed! I’m getting close… getting close, Hun. J-Just like that! P-Please!” she half informs-half begs, though it just makes him grin even wider. Like clockwork.
Of course, just like clockwork, when Lorraine begins to orgasm and her walls start to pulse around his length, Ed’s cocky grin is lost to a deep moan that comes all the way from his chest.
“Lorraine! Squeezing me so good… goddamn,” he damn-near shouts, trying his best to continue thrusting and rubbing her even as her walls tighten so hard around him that it almost forces him out of her. He mutters another curse when her walls relax and go back to pulsing. Lorraine is moaning louder than she’s moaned in a long time, and Ed’s glad to be on top of her, keeping her down as she struggles and thrashes from the pleasure.
“Ed, I’m gonna- I’m gonna-!”
“Go on, Hun. Squirt for me,” he whispers, knowing her all too well. As if on command, Ed feels the wetness gushing from inside her, and as it soaks both his cock and the bedding beneath them it feels so good that he has to rest his head between her shoulderblades. “Fuck, Lorraine…”
A mere moment later—prompted by both the pulsing and the squirting—his own orgasm washes over him, and his free arm wraps around her torso as he squeezes her tight against him, moaning and sloppily rutting whilst his cum spurts deep inside her. The one nice part of being older is not having to worry about that anymore.
“Oh, Ed…” Lorraine whispers, finally having come down from her own high. Her hands reach back for him, holding any inch of skin she can find as she soothes him through his own peak. She actually smiles softly when he goes completely still, letting all his weight collapse on top of her. It’s not painful for her, but comforting.
Usually Lorraine knows that Ed’s done with his orgasm when he begins to pepper kisses on her, but this time what alerts her is the sudden sound of wheezing. Her head snaps back, and her eyes grow wide at the sight of Ed with his face twisted in pain and his hand clutching at his chest.
“Ed! Oh god!” she gasps, carefully helping her husband out and off of her and laying him down on his back. She then quickly reaches for the pill bottle on his nightstand and frantically uncaps it, taking one out and pressing it to his lips as her other hand cradles the back of his head. She looks down at him with no shortage of anxiety, petting his hair as he takes the pill and lets it melt beneath his tongue. Relief comes slowly, and even when his breathing is fully back to normal she’s still worried.
“Hun, what happened?” she asks softly, brows still furrowed when Ed sighs and shuts his eyes. She knows he doesn’t want to discuss it, she knows he hates having to take his pills in general because it’s just a reminder of his health, but she’s so scared that she can’t help it. After all, when they have sex Ed is usually pretty good at gauging when his heart is starting to get too worked up.
“Wasn’t nothing. Just got too excited when I came, is all. Let me get you cleaned up, Hun,” he says dismissively, sitting up and kissing her cheek. He moves to get up from the bed, but Lorraine grabs his wrist hard, and her tone is firm when she speaks.
“Ed.”
The single word is enough to stop him, and he sighs when he looks back at her. Her face is stern—she’s not letting him off the hook here. “You overworked yourself. You knew you couldn’t handle going that fast, especially in that position. You knew and you kept going. What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that it’s my birthday, and I want to make proper love to my wife. Haven’t heard you moan like that in so long, Lorraine. It just- it felt good to know I could still do it to you like that…” he answers, rubbing his forehead with his palms. Lorraine softens. Ah.
Surely it’s no coincidence that Ed’s age and health have come up more than a couple of times in the last few days. And as fun and enjoyable as his birthday has been, Lorraine also knows it’s reminded him of his age even more so than usual.
“Honey, you don’t have to prove yourself to me… you will always make me feel good, no matter how old we get. I don’t need it fast or hard, I just need to feel you,” she whispers, scooting along the bed so that she’s sitting behind him, legs swept back. She places her hands on his shoulders. He looks half-guilty and half-angry.
“Yeah, I know that. Doesn’t make me any less frustrated. Before my damn heart problems came along I coulda drawn orgasm after orgasm out of you, coulda had you screaming my name. Now I just lay there while you do all the work, praying my heart doesn’t start going too fast and end up embarrassing me more than it already does. Like it did tonight…” he explains, looking away shamefully when she moves her head closer; he can’t bear to look his wife in the eyes right now. Not when he knows she’s bound to have that sad, sympathetic look in her eyes.
“Is that really how you feel? You think your heart problems are embarrassing? Why didn’t you tell me you felt that way?”
“Yeah, yeah I do. And I haven’t said anything because I know you already worry so much. I know you take charge when we have sex because it gives you peace of mind, but the truth is it just makes me feel so damn guilty. A man should be able to make love to his wife… that was all I was trying to do tonight,” he says, finally meeting her gaze. His eyes are glossy, and it breaks her heart.
“Ed… I need you to understand that the way we have sex now isn’t just about you. We’ve gotten older. I mean, god knows it’s hard for me to get wet these days… It's just a part of life. I never expected us to be going round after round at this age anyway. I mean, some couples don’t even have sex anymore. Some couples sleep in separate bedrooms. We are so, so blessed, Ed. I don’t want you to feel bad about any of this, not even for a moment,” Lorraine assures him, kissing his shoulder. Ed swallows and nods, leaning over to place a little kiss on the top of her head.
“You’re right, Hun. ‘Course you are. Though, I already knew I was blessed having you for a wife,” he flirts with a wink, smiling when she giggles. She still gets so darn bashful when he says stuff like that. “Let me clean you up now, yeah? I’ll go grab a towel-”
“Ed… lay down…”
For the second time, Lorraine grabs his wrist to keep Ed from getting up, but this time instead of avoiding her gaze he only stares at her with surprise.
“You said if I had to take one of my pills-”
“I know what I said. But it’s your birthday… I’m feeling generous. Unless you want to go to bed already,” she responds, a mischievous glint in her eyes. Ed scoffs, instantly moving over to kiss her. He grabs her waist, and when he scoots backwards and lays down on the bed he pulls her on top of him, conceding all control to Lorraine. She smiles down at him.
“You’re so handsome, Ed. My love… my husband,” she whispers, cupping his cheek and leaning down to kiss him once more. He hums against her lips, hands petting over her hair.
“And you’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Lorraine Warren.”
Ed glances down between their legs, breath catching at the sight of their mixed fluids dripping from Lorraine’s core down onto his cock. When he holds himself up, Lorraine sinks down. They both moan, and Ed sits up against the headboard, pulling his wife flush against his chest. Again they kiss.
It isn’t frantic or frenzied this time, the headboard isn’t slamming against the wall, and they’re not moaning so loud that the neighbors can hear, but it’s perfect. The slow, deep way that Lorraine is riding him, the intimacy of their arms wrapped around each other and their lips scarcely breaking away. They have gotten old, but Ed knows that—like always—his wife is right. There is no greater blessing than this.