The Last Hurrah

The thing with life is that it always deals in swings and roundabouts, sometimes you’re up, and other times you are down. Since Ashley diagnosis eight months ago, the bond and love between us have developed exponentially. However, the physical lust that was once there has waned as she has grown weaker due to the medication or treatments.

But that’s ok, and we have both learned how to live with it in our way.

As we celebrate our anniversary this year, we enjoyed some excellent food and that bottle of Amarone de Valpolicella we bought ten years ago on that trip to Italy. Ashley is only managing one glass, but it was enough to reminisce about better times. Tired, I carry you to bed, help you slide into your checked pyjamas and snuggle in next to tucking the duvet on either side of you to keep you warm. The room is dark except for the night light in the bathroom and its low yellow glow illuminating just enough not to be intrusive.

Facing each other in the dark, I sense your smiling, leaning in to kiss you good night. Over the years, I’ve learnt to recognise your kisses. Tight lips and short pucks tend to indicate love and friendship. But this is not that kind of kiss. Ashley’s lips are soft and full, her mouth partially open. The sweetness of the kiss followed by another.

My kiss throws Sam, I know he’s not expecting me to be amorous, but maybe the wine and the medication have conspired to make me feel playful. I am luring him in with another kiss, making my lips soft and wet as I lean in to kiss him once more, this time inching my body towards him in the bed. I can feel the heat of his body radiating back at me as we kiss. His lips against mine slightly parted as we pressed against each other again. As I pull away, I let my tongues tip just flick his upper lip as I drawback. Moving closer still, I feel him move towards me, his lips against mine again, and this time his tongue sliding against mine, softly as they touch. The tickle of the sensation sending a shiver between my legs. His hand is under his head, making it awkward for him to kiss me. The other hand on his thigh moves across to squeeze the side of me as he moves closer. As I feel the touch of his lips against mine again, I feel another surge of pleasure pulse between legs again as I feel his cock hard and erect in his shorts pressing against me.

As Ashley moves her head, her tongue exploring my mouth, my hand slips onto her hips and squeezes before moving over the back of her pyjama top, pulling her closer to me as we kiss. Her lips are closing slowly around mine as she bites my lip gently as we kiss. My hand moves up her back with a gentle flow; my fingers move over her shoulders and find her skin. Letting my fingers travel along her collar bone to the base of her neck and kissing her lips a little faster as I feel the surge of pleasure in my loins. Finding the first button, I move down her sternum button to button, unfastening them in the dark before moving back to her hips and onto her back.

Feeling Sam’s hand traverse the bottom of my back, his fingers against my skin sends another pulse between my legs. It has been so long since I have been touched like this. His fingers move up my backbone, feeling every peak and valley of my spin, the touch sending a tingle over my skin.

His hands wrapped over my back as his leg moved closer to me, his bulge pressing against me as he rolled me on top of him. Our lips kiss again as the chill of the room sends a little shiver down my back. Leaning back to grab the duvet and pull it up over my shoulders, I feel his hands move up to my shoulders, sliding the pyjamas over and down my arms. As I wriggle out of the top and let it fall somewhere behind me, I grab the duvet and pull it up over my shoulders. His fingers move to my chest and run down the centre sternum of my chest. Although the Double mastectomy has left me with no breasts, the sensation of his fingers down my front, from neck to belly button, sends goosebumps over my skin. As he moves up my chest, his fingers trace the scar left from the operation. The feeling of being wanted even with no breasts sending another pulse between my legs, feeling myself grow wet and hot. His touch induces me to grind against his hard cock in his shorts, my heat making him press back against me.

As I feel Ashley grinds against me, my hands move to her back, one up top and the other at the pyjama bottom line, as I pull her forward onto me to kiss her lips. I feel my hand moving under the hem of her pyjama bottoms and onto her ass. My palm is rolling over her cheeks as we kiss again, her tongue darting faster into my mouth as we kiss. The pleasure growing in my groin as she moves against me, rubbing herself against the length of my cock.

My hands move over her cheeks, sliding to the top of her legs as she presses against me, and as they move up to her back, my fingertips trace the shape of her bum crack, my fingertips finding her arse hole and dragging over it slowly.

Sam’s fingers find my back door. His touch just lights over my bum hole. The sensation sends another pulse to my now soaking vagina, and feeling his hardness against me as I ache to feel him in me.

With my position above Sam, I move to one side and roll him on top of me. His weight on top of me is like a comforting blanket above me, the sensation of his legs between mine spreading the and feeling his cock rub against me through his trousers. Another pulse of pleasure rushing to my vagina as I feel his kiss on my neck, my shoulders, his hands tracing over my side, over my vacuous chest plate and then down either side of my body.

As I feel Ashley under me, I sense her fingers slide under my shorts’ drawstring, and her hands start to slide them down my legs. Lifting myself, I let her lower them over my thighs, the cool air on my bum checks being warmed as her hands grasp my buttocks. Her foot is looping the shorts and sliding them off my legs. My Cock proud and hard hands above her as her hands slip around and grasp my shape. It’s been so long since she held me. Her soft tiny hands are wrapping around me and gently pulling my cock as we kiss. The sensation of being jerked off as we kiss sending more blood to my already hard cock and making me move my cock into her hands as she plays. I want to be in her so much I find myself moving back and making her release me.

Sitting back on my knees, I tower above her, her shape in the low light of the bathroom resplendent as I look down at her. Her thin physique is still as beautiful as ever in my mind. My hands move to the waist of her pyjama bottoms. Pulling them down, I feel her hips rise as I slide them under her bum and push them down. Her vagina is coming into view with a whisper landing strip of hair becoming visible as I continue to move the Pjs down.

Sam moves his hands off my trousers and onto my ankles, lifting my legs and resting them on his right shoulder. He slides his hands down the material of my Pyjamas legs until he reaches my skin, and then bunching the fabric up, he pulls them over my legs and feet, discarding them into the dark. I try to move my legs down, but Sam’s arms hold me tight. His firm grip is keeping my legs tight in the air across his chest. The aggressive nature in which he has me is like a lovely distant memory, not holding me like a china doll but as the young, fit and healthy lady I used to be.

With my legs raised, I feel his cock probe the entrance to my vagina. His helmet is slipping up and over the centre of my labia. His hands pull my legs a little higher and guide my opening to his cock. As I look up into his eyes, I feel him press into me hard in one long thrust., my vagina lips caving to the pressure and feeling him slide into me and feeling every vein, every pulse, every imperfection of his shape filling my void. His shaft is rigid and wide. I feel him stretch my muscles as his balls reach my skin. His tip feels so deep as it runs its course along the roof of my vagina until it can go no further.

Moving out, I feel my wetness has lubricated his spear and the movement of him gliding in and out of my aching pussy, sends another wave of pleasure over my body, my back arching as I feel your tip run along the roof of my vagina.

Ashley’s muscles try to tighten around my cock, but the sensation of being inside her is too delicious to control, my thrusting growing faster as my arms tighten around her legs. His legs held high against my chest make it easy to glide into her. My spear is entering her as I feel my legs start to tighten, pushing me and pressing me deeper into her. Her moaning below me, making my orgasm approach faster.

As I feel Sam’s penetrations grow faster, his girth stretching my lips sends another pulse up my body. The sensation emanates from my vagina, washing up and down my body like the waves on a beach. My senses are heightened when I feel his heat spill out of his cock inside me. The warmth is flooding the inside of my vagina, his body burrowing deep inside me as I hear him groan above me. His lips are moving to kiss mine as I feel him shudder inside me.

Collapsing on top of her, I feel my cock pulse before feeling her hands on my back. Her fingertips are soft on my skin, but I can feel her pelvis slowly grinding against me, using my hip bone to rub against her mound. Kissing her lips, I feel her eagerness as she kisses me deeply, her fingers in my hair, pressure on my head, wanting me to move down her body. Moving to kiss her elegant neck down to her collar bone, I slide my body down hers. My kisses on her sternum, moving over her skin as my lips find the scars on her chest. My tongue is tracing the shape down her body over her hips until I find myself nestling between her legs.

Feeling Sam’s breath move down my body, as his kisses and touches send another tingle over my body. His body is between my legs as I feel his tongue press against my labia. Moving over the wet lips of my labia, sucking one into his warm mouth, sending another pulse up my body before moving to my clitoris. His tongues flick it sending a jolt of electricity to my head, the sensation pulsing back through my body and burying itself in my vagina. His movements tease my clitoris as I feel my legs wrap around him, my foot on his back, pressing him against me as I grind against his face. His lips are cupping my clitoris and sucking me into his mouth, sending another jolt of electricity up my body returning to the base of my head and sending a wave of warmth into my brain.

The electricity of his suck building in my vagina as I feel his finger move to play at my vagina muscle—his touch sending another electrical pulse down my legs to my toes. I feel myself stretching them as the pulse returns up and nestles deep inside my cervix. His tongue is dancing faster as I feel his hands press against my pubic bone, lifting my hood as he flicks my growing clit. My labia are fat and swollen at the barrage of pleasure building. My muscles are tightening as I feel the orgasm grow. The energy building and rippling out to every muscle, feeling them tighten and clench as his tongue circles me again. The low ebb is increasing to a crescendo of energy. The release makes your body spasm and contracts around Sam’s head as you feel the pulsing of your clitoris on his tongue. The ripples are sending waves of smaller shivers to your body, curling your fingers on his back. Clamping your legs around Sam and your clit pressing against his face as you feel your orgasm consume you before a moment of still, totally clear-minded and bliss free from every care or worry.

Sam moves up your body and holds you as your breath slows. “I love you,” he says as you fall asleep in each other’s arms. Weeks later she would pass away peacefully. Check for lumps people.

The write, Joe Laurenson, asserts himself as the writer as the creator and write of this material. (01 February 2021)