Grabbing the sponge from the small shelf beside the tub, I squirt on some of Molly’s favorite body wash, then squish it until it’s sudsy. I start at the side of Molly’s neck and slowly run it over her shoulders, collarbones, and arms. She lets out a soft hum of appreciation when I gently wash her breasts and stomach.
“It was nice having my parents over for dinner tonight,” I remark, swirling the sponge around her naval.
She lets out a contented sigh. “It wasss. I miss doinnng our weeklyyy dinnersss at 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 because of that, there aren’t many people who drift down this far.
The sand slipping through my flip-flops is soft and warm as I head in my intended direction. I bypass the spot we normally take the kids to and walk further down the beach.
The alcove comes into view, and I can feel the waves of happiness radiating off Molly.
“It’sss been sooo long sinccce we’vve been here,” she remarks, her eyes trained on our path.
“It’s been too long.”
We used to come a couple times each summer, but it’s been a few years since the last time. Before Molly became sick, we were both too busy with our schedules and the kids. The alcove holds a lot of meaning for us. It was the place where we made love for the first time and where I asked her to marry me. We were also in the alcove when she told me she was pregnant with Gemma.
Mindful of the precious cargo in my arms, I carefully navigate the big rocks until I come to the opening. Except for some erosion, the small cave looks almost the same as the last time we were here.
“It alllmost looksss the sammme,” Molly says, mirroring my thoughts.
I walk over to one of the flat rocks against the wall and gently set her down. Finding a relatively smooth place for the blanket, I spread it out. I scoop her back up, then gently put her down on the blanket, making sure there’s a spot for her to lean back against. Her balance has gotten worse since she’s lost mobility in her legs.
“Whaaat did you bringgg us?”
I start pulling things out of the bag. “All of your favorites.”
Her eyes sparkle like fireflies as she eyes the strawberries, mango, pineapple, and a variety of cheeses and meats.
“I didnnn’t realizzze how hungry I waaas until I sawww all of thisss.”
Picking up a chunk of mango, I hold it up to her lips. Her eyes light up as she opens her mouth. Her lips close around my fingers and her tongue swipes the fruit away. I pull my fingers away and lift them to my lips, licking away the residual.
“Mmm…,” she moans. “Niccce and juicccy.”
I smirk. “Juicy, huh?”
She nods, her eyes dancing in mirth.
Jerkily, she pinches a strawberry between her fingers. My heart seizes as I watch her struggling to lift her arm. I grab her elbow and help her guide the fruit to my lips.
We spend the next few minutes teasing each other with food. The sound of the waves and the cool ocean breeze coming in through the opening of the alcove keeps us company. Once the food is gone and our bellies are satisfied, I help Molly lie down so she’s facing me with her head lying on the bundled-up bag. We’re so close, our breath mixes together, and I smell her fresh unique scent. I tangle our fingers together and lay them right by our faces. The ground is hard, but we’re both comfortable because we’re here together.