He spun her around in a swift, passionate gesture, and held her by the arms, looking solemnly into her eyes. 
"You are what keeps me sane in this evil world. You are the light in the darkness. Every time I hear from you, I have the best time of my life. Every time I'm near you, something calls me to you, pulling me closer, and closer, and I'm afraid I can't resist any longer. I didn't believe I could ever say these words after what I went through, but Agatha—it seems I am in love with you."
In awe at the resolute delivery of his words, her eyes widened, and she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to be his—right here, right now. 
"I'm in love with you, too," Agatha whispered, feeling herself blush, and they pulled each other into a passionate kiss, wrapping their arms tightly around each other. In their keenness, he ended up pushing her against the kitchen sink, but she didn't complain—in fact, she loved how driven he was. His strong yet delicate hands grabbed at her body, massaging her back, and she explored his chest over his white collared shirt, feeling taught and muscular under the fabric. His warm lips and tongue made love to her mouth, tenderly teasing her until she wanted more kisses—more intensity, more depth—and he relented, pushing back with more force, more depth—foreshadowing what was quickly to come ...
Soon enough, their hands began tugging at each other's clothing, and with every new inch of skin that was exposed, a flurry of kisses attacked it. Agatha let out cries and gasps of pleasure as he went straight for her neck, a sensitive part of hers, while he had his fingers dug into the back of her head, between her hair, and his other hand pressed her in between her legs.
Moving his mouth from her neck and up to her ear, licking the outside, he whispered, "Follow me to the bedroom ..." all while his hand continued to please her down there. She felt herself tightening up in pleasure, wetting her panties, breathing heavily and wanting more, and he led her to his bedroom, where he took her and laid her back on the bed as he advanced forward on her, kissing her again.
He parted her legs and continued massaging her intimates with his hand, pinning her down with the other hand and his body weight. The feral, primal feeling from before came over him, invading his body—rising from his groin, stomach, and filling up his chest and face. He knew he was fully erect already, and a visceral force compelled him to press himself against her crotch. 
"Can you feel how much I want you...?" He growled quietly in her ear. 
"Yes... I want you to take me. I need you..." she whispered, closing her eyes. 
He stood and removed his shirt, exposing his toned physique. His defined pectoral and abdominal muscles were covered by a thin layer of soft, light brown hair that trailed in a line down his navel. She was pleased at what she saw, and started removing her bra. Upon catching sight of her full breasts, his desire intensified, causing him to practically tear off his pants. She sat up and embraced him, kissing his chest and inhaling his scent, until she met him with a kiss, making sure she grabbed him below at the same time.
He groaned pleasurably at her touch, feeling himself throbbing, and kissed her, caressing her breasts and rubbing her nipples with his thumbs. Again, he laid her back against the bed and pressed her into it, kissing and sucking on her neck, nipples, and down her stomach ... lifting her skirt and pulling her panties off—kissing her all the way down, until the very tips of his lips grazed her most sensitive spots, and she was feeling his breath.
Kissing her inner thighs, making her cry out in pleasure, he began making love to her pussy with his mouth, kissing it repeatedly, every bit, over and over. He licked and sucked, making her gasp and moan, until he found something that she really seemed to like. He could stay down there for hours, he thought. Eating her, tasting her, serving as the sole source of her pleasure ... he wanted her to know without any doubt that she was his, and he was hers. With every certain lick and movement of his tongue, she began to tremble and writhe, feeling herself tighten with even more pleasure. Making use of his experience as an older man, he had a few tricks up his sleeve ...