The Last Hurrah

Sam:

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's diagnosis eight months ago, the bond and love between us have developed exponentially. However, the physical lust that was once there has wained as she has grown weaker due to all the medications and treatments she has undergone.

However, we have found a way to learn and cope with our new reality.

As we celebrated our wedding anniversary, I am grateful that we have enjoyed some excellent food and that bottle of Amarone de Valpolicella we bought ten years ago on that trip to Italy.

Ashley has only managed one glass of the red, but it was enough to reminisce about better times. When she grows weary and tired, I stand and lift her in my arms, carrying her the short distance up the stairs bed.

I help her slide into your checked pyjamas and snuggle in next to her, tucking the duvet on either side of her to keep in the warmth. The room is dark except for the night light in the bathroom and its low yellow glow illuminating just enough of the bathroom without being intrusive.

Facing each other in the dark, I sense her smiling and leaning in. I kiss her good night. Over the years, I've learnt to recognise her kisses. Tight lips and short pucks tend to indicate an, I love you, but I don't get any ideas; however, this is not that kind of kiss.

Ashley's lips are soft and full, her mouth partially open. The sweetness of the kiss is followed by another. It's sensual, frisky, with an element of prohibited excitement.

Ashley

My kiss throws Sam. I know he's not expecting me to be amorous. Maybe the wine and the medication have conspired to make me feel playful. After all, it is our anniversary, and it's been a long time since we have been intimate. Leaning towards him, letting him know I am there, lying in wait in the dark. I wait just long enough to lure him in for another kiss. I try to make my lips as soft and as wet as possible this time. As our lips touch once more, I clumsily inch myself towards him in the bed. It makes me feel like a schoolgirl again, and I can't help but smile.

I can feel his heat radiating back at me as we kiss. Sam's body is always warm. He is like a hot water bottle, always there to warm me up when I need him. His lips press against mine, and I part them slightly as we kiss. Then, as I pull away, I let my tongues' tip just flick his upper lip as I drawback. This time I sense him move closer to me.

Sam's lips search mine out again, and this time his tongue slides against mine softly as they connect. A sensation almost like a tickle shiver between my legs. Somewhere the feelings are moving past the medication to arouse something deeply provoking inside me. His hand under his head makes it awkward for him to kiss me. The other hand on his thigh moves across to squeeze my side as he moves closer. I feel the touch of his lips against mine once more in the dark. I feel another surge of pleasure pulse between my legs. This time I sense the brush of his hard erect cock under his shorts.

Sam:

As Ashley moves her head, her tongue continues to explore 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 smooch. Ashley's lips are closing slowly around mine as she bites down a little on my lip. My hand moves up her back with a gentle flow; my fingers move over the cotton covering her shoulder until I find the soft skin of her neck.

Hastily our lips kiss 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. I can sense her Pyjamas gapping open against me.

Ashley:

Feeling Sam's hand traverse the bottom of my back, his digits against my skin send 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, goosebumps pepper my back in the wake of his touch.

His hands wrapped over my back as his leg moved closer to me, his bulge pressing against me as he rolls me on top of him. I love to kiss this man.

The chill in the room sends an unwelcome shiver down my back, so leaning back, I grab the duvet and pull it up over my shoulders. I feel Sam's 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. Sam's 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 goose pimples over my skin. As he moves up my chest, his fingers trace the scar left from the operation. The feeling of being wanted even after the mastectomy sending pulses between my legs. I feel myself grow wet and hot as Sam touches me. I can't help myself grinding my pubic bone against his hard cock. Sam senses my heat, and he raises his hips and presses back against my rubbing.

Sam:

As I feel Ashley grinds against me, my hands move. One runs up her naked back, and the other moves down to the nape of her back. Pulling her forward onto me, we kiss. My hand moves under the hem of her pyjama bottoms and onto her firm arse. My palm rolls over her cheeks as we kiss again, her tongue darting faster into my mouth. 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.

Ashley:

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. Feeling his hardness against me as I ache to feel him inside me.

From my vantage point above Sam, I can see his face clearly in the dim light, his handsome features shining in the low light. I have an overwhelming desire to have this man. It makes me feel special again to be wanted.

I move to one side and roll him on top of me. His weight transferred above me like a comforting blanket.

The sensation of my legs spread around his torso as he gyrates his cock against me through his PJ trousers sends me wild, and I press back against him. The throbbing between my legs sends rivulets of pleasure rushing to my vagina over my skin and lodging themselves deep inside me. I feel his kiss on my neck moving over my shoulders as his hands trace over my side, over my vacuous chest plate and then down either side of my body

Sam:

As I feel Ashley under me, I sense her fingers slide under the drawstring of my shorts. Her hands start to slide them down my legs. As I lift myself a little, I let her lower my trunks over my thighs. I detect the cool air on my bum cheeks being warmed as her hands grasp my buttocks. Her foot is looping the gusset of the shorts and sliding them off my legs. My Cock pops up proud and hard as her hands slip around and grasp my shape. It's been so long since she held me. Her soft tiny hands wrap around me and gently pull my cock as we kiss. The sensation of being jerked off as we kiss sends more blood to my already erect cock and makes me move my cock back and forth into her hands as she clutches me. I want to be in her so much that 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. Shuffling 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-thin landing strip of hair glinting visibly as I continue to move the pyjamas down.

Ashley:

Sam finishes sliding my clothes to my feet, then moves his hands onto my ankles and lifting my legs in tandem, nesting them both on his right shoulder. Sam's hands slide 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. Sam discards them somewhere behind into the dark. I try to move my legs down, but Sam's arms hold me tight. His firm grip keeps my legs tight in the air across his chest. The aggressive nature in which he has me is like a lovely distant memory, no longer 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 hand pull my legs a little higher while he rims 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, the sensation of Sam slide into me divine. Every vein, every pulse, every imperfection of his phallic shape filling my void. His shaft is rigid and wide, and as he thrusts himself deeper into my heat, I feel his girth stretch my muscles. His balls reach my skin and press against my exposed bum. 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 shard. 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.

Sam:

Ashley's muscles tighten around my cock, as she attempts to hold my cock deep inside her. The sensation inside Ashley is too delicious to control, and my thrusting is growing faster. My arms tighten around her legs. Her legs held high against my chest make it easy to glide into pussy. My cock moves like a battering ram into her back and forth as I feel my legs start to tighten. The sensation inside my balls keeps pushing me and pressing me deeper into her. Ashley moans loudly below me, making my orgasm approach faster with every breach of her vagina.

Ashley:

I feel Sam's penetrations grow faster with every plummet of his cock into my vagina. I feel his girth stretching my lips. The pounding sends pulses shooting up my body 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 vacuous design. Sam's body is burrowing itself deep inside me as I hear him groan above me. His lips are moving to kiss mine as I feel him shudder inside me. I feel his spurts shoot inside me, his orgasm explosive inside me.

Sam:

I feel my legs become weak, and I collapse on top of Ashley. I feel my cock pulsing deep inside her. Her heat surrounds my shape as my mind clears and emotion washes over me, tinting my mind in a rainbow of colour.

I feel Ashley's hands on my back. Her fingertips are soft on my skin, but I can feel her pelvis slowly grinding against me. Ashley uses my hip bone to rub her mound as she lays below me.

Kissing her lips, I feel her eagerness as she kisses me deeply, her fingers in my hair, her pressure on my head as I sense her wanting for me to move down her body

Moving to kiss her neck, I sense the perspiration on her skin and the faint taste of salt against her skin. I slide my body down Ashley's as my lips kiss their way over her collar bone, down her sternum. I stop at her chest, ensuring I take the time to trace the scars on her chest. Ashley is as beautiful know as she was before the operations. Ashley's fingers in my hair coax me down her body, firm pressure telling me she wants me kissing her more intimately lower. Feeling her shape with my hands and my lips, I find myself nestling between her legs.

Ashley:

Feeling Sam's breath moving down my body, his kisses and touches send incomprehensible delights over my body as his body nestles between my legs, and I feel his lingua run along the ridges of my lips. His lapping movements part my labia, and I feel him slide his tongue between the folds of my moist lips.

Sam inhales profoundly, and as he does, he sucks one of my labia into his warm mouth. Another electrifying pulse shudders over my body before spiralling back down to my clitoris. His mouth releases my lip, his tongue ruts through my shape and circles my clitoris. His firm tongue flicks my pea and sends another jolt of electricity rushing to my head.

The sensations pulsing back through my body down my arms and legs, making me scrunch and curl my fingers and toes before scampering around up my body burying itself deep inside my vagina.

His teasing swirls over my clitoris, sending a tingle rushing down my inner thighs to my legs. I feel them wrap around Sam's back as I tighten my grip around him. My foot pressed down on his back, pulling his tight against me. I grind my flower against his face as his lips cup my clitoris and suck me into his mouth. Sam sends another judder of electricity up my body. This time it nestles in the base of my head and sends a wave of warmth into my brain. My eyes closed as a heliotrope of colours swirl around my mind.

The concentration of Sam's suck and toying on my clit begins to build to its hopeful conclusion. When I feel his finger move to play at my vagina muscle, my heightened senses go into overdrive, and I feel an intense pulse moving down my legs to my toes. I feel myself stretching them as the wave 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 swelling growing clit. My labia are fat and swollen at the barrage of pleasure Sam is building up in me. My muscles are tightening as I feel the orgasm grow. I can make out the energy rippling out to every muscle, thousands of elastic fibres bundled tightly together, constricting and tightening as Sam's tongue whisks my Clit again. The low ebb that started its journey with a simple kiss has increased to a crescendo of energy. As I feel the pent-up power releasing through my body, I spasm and contort around Sam's head. My pulsating on his tongue. The ripples of heat and sex send waves of smaller shivers over my body as my legs clamp around Sam, my clit pressing against his face as my orgasm consumes me.

Sam:

Ashley's body becomes ridged and is momentarily still, no more than. A few seconds, and I can only imagine what she is feeling. Her mind goes blank and totally clear a second of bliss, free from all her cares and worries.

As I feel her legs relax around me, I wriggle myself up her body, my arms wrapping around her thin body. Ashley holds her breath, holding on to every fragment of pleasure this moment has given us. Her breath slows.

"I love you," I whisper as I feel her body relax in my hold. I feel your body slip into a slumber and the shallow breaths of deep sleep. It must have taken so much out of her having this moment together.

I fall asleep with Ashley entwined in my arms.

Ashley's cancer took her from Sam six weeks after the events of this unexpectedly fantastic evening.

It was the last time Sam and Ashley would be sexually intimate.

She hoped as she told me of this night that she wished to reassure women that no matter how dark things may look.

"You are beautiful, you are loved, you can feel sexy, and you can still have amazing orgasms."

After everything she went through, a double mastectomy, ravenous cancer and in full knowledge of her death, Ashley lived her life cherishing every moment.

Both Ashley and Sam were keen for this story to be documented and shared, a task the author was honoured to do.

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