their housse.”
We stopped having weekly dinners at both of our parents’ houses a couple months ago. They tended to wear Molly out, and the last thing I want to do is weaken her further. Now they usually come to our house a couple of times a month.
“Mom’s going to take the kids for the night tomorrow.”
Her head falls to the side, landing on my arm propped up on the side of the tub, and she peers up at me. A frown creases her forehead. “Why?”
Using the sponge, I tap the end of her nose, leaving a slew of suds behind. “Because I want a night alone with my wife.”
Her frown fades, and a soft smile appears. “I thinnk I can goo for aaa night alllone with my husssband too.”
I flick the suds away and lean down for a kiss.
I slowly slide the sponge down her stomach and underneath the water. Against my lips, her breath hitches when I move past the small nestle of curls at the top of her womanhood and the tips of my fingers meet the hidden bundle of nerves. I gently wash between her legs before letting the sponge go. She moans, low and throaty. As weak as her body may be, she still finds pleasure when I touch her intimately. I know there’s going to be a time soon when sex will no longer be an option for us. I’m prepared for it and will have no problem accepting it, but until that time comes, so long as Molly enjoys and wants my touch, I’ll milk every second I have with her like this.
Slipping my fingers between her delicate folds, I dip a finger inside. Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and her breath quickens. I love the little sounds coming from her. I love that I can still give her this.
Sliding a second finger inside, my dick, that’s smashed against her back, grows impossibly hard. I’d love to be able to lift her up, spin her around, and settle her warm pussy over my cock, but right now isn’t about my pleasure, even if that was an option for us. This is about her and making her feel good.
With two fingers inside, I use my thumb to massage her swollen and needy clit. Pushing her wet hair over one shoulder, I trail my lips up the slender column of her neck and nip her ear lobe.
“Lincoln,” she pants, sending more blood to my cock.
I rock my hips against her back and pump my fingers faster and deeper. She releases a shuddering cry when her inner walls spasm. Her orgasm comes on swiftly but draws out. As she rides out her pleasure, I watch her face. Flushed skin, her bottom lip between her teeth, her eyes fluttering closed. She’s spectacular.
She relaxes back against me, her body going more languid than normal. I press soft kisses against her neck and shoulder.
“I’ll never get tired of watching you come undone like that,” I whisper in her ear.
“And I’lll neverrr geeet tired of cominnng undone.”
Picking up the floating sponge, I reapply more soap and finish bathing my wife.
The next day, Molly and I cruise down the highway after dropping the kids off at my parents’ house. The kids were ecstatic to spend the night with them. Other than the night we renewed our vows, it’s been weeks since the kids have stayed away for a night. Before Molly’s illness really started to take a toll on her, they normally stayed at least one night a week at either my parents, her parents, or at Lindsay and Joe’s house.
Flipping my blinker on, I turn down a small side street that most people don’t use. Feeling Molly’s eyes burning into the side of my face, I look at her. Her lips are tipped into a beautiful smile.
“We’rrre going to the beeeach?”
I reach over and grab her hand, lifting it to press a kiss against the back of it. “Yes, ma’am.”
She beams at me before looking back out the window.
After I park on the side of the road, I reach to the back seat and grab the bag and blanket I have sitting back there. Leaning over for a quick kiss, I get out and walk around to her side. With the bag and blanket slung over my shoulder, I scoop up my girl into my arms and bump the door closed with my hip.
The reason most people don’t use this beach access is because the path is overgrown, and