Crimson Threshold

Our True Love by OKMAC

Karla nodded, smiled, and whispered, "Please Russ let's make love now."

I had just trimmed her fingernails and toenails and shaved her legs. Then she said, "Wait Russ, don't forget my pussy, I want it smooth just like you like it."

I started to apply body lotion carefully including fresh scars on her arms, abdomen, hip and leg. She more insistently repeated, "Please Russ let's make love now."

Russ quickly looked into her eyes and said, "No, Karla we can't. Your neurologist thinks getting you excited may cause another miniature stroke or another larger brain hemorrhage. It happens with brain amyloidosis and brain injuries. Making love before we get help with your autoimmune attacks on beta amyloid could be fatal.

Do you remember, after you awakened from the medically induced coma and learned that we were crushed and rolled by a derailed train locomotive. You had a fractured femur, pelvis, hip, and ribs along with numerous internal bleeding sites including a ruptured spleen and an intermittently bleeding brain concussion.

And do you remember the Friday evening 10 years ago, we started to make love and you said, "Russ, I can't feel my left leg and we went to the Mayo Clinic Emergency where you were thoroughly examined. Because the feeling in your leg had returned and everything seemed okay it was suspected that you had a miniature stroke.

On the following Monday night, we went back to Mayo Clinic because your left side was numb or non-responsive and your brain scan revealed a massive brain hemorrhage that was still intermittently flowing.

A neurologist asked, "Kayla, can you remember what you were doing when the stroke happened?" Kala replied, "Making love. That's the way to go if you have to die."

Their brain surgeon bored your skull to relieve brain swelling. During the next 6 months, the Mayo team grew to more than 25 specialists including surgeons, neurologists, psychologists, physical and occupational therapists to help you progress to a wheelchair. I took you home so I could help you learn how to walk, talk, and make love again.

We learned about hereditary or familial amyloid polyneuropathy (FAP) and tried to find clinical trials that would accept you for genetic engineering to stop amyloid-beta production. We are still trying to be accepted for gene therapy trials like the CRISPR-Cas 9 program developed to stop sickle cell anemia.

Russ thought about how sorry he was because Kayla heard his heated arguments with CRISPR experts about her not fitting any selection protocol because of what Russ called, "Obvious age discrimination." Kayla was so hopeful and then so depressed after hearing that the leading CRISPR-Cas 9 experts wouldn't select her for gene therapy any time in the foreseeable future.

Last year when the locomotive derailed and crushed our car and your body to cause another hemorrhagic concussion and internal bleeding it was miraculous that you were able to start recovering.

Karla nodded like she understood, but she repeated, "Please Russ let's make love now." Russ responded, "We just can't risk it."

Karla looked so disappointed and her knees trembled. Russ desired her. Karla desired him. However, Russ thought it was his responsibility to deny her wish to make love. His responsibility was to calmly explain why it was too dangerous to make love at this time.

Russ hugged her, intending to get up, kiss her check and leave. Karla wet kissed him and put his hand on her beast and then drew it down to her thighs as she opened for him as the invitation that she had repeated for 67 years.

Russ knew they shouldn't be doing this. But his resistance weakened because he helplessly remembered so many wonderful times they had made love.

Karla kissed him passionately, they started to make out, she pushed his face to her thighs. Russ helplessly looked up, but there was no hesitation in their eyes. She smiled, said "yes, please yes" and he leaned in.

She tasted sweet and salty. She smelled entreatingly familiar as he licked her slowly, reverently, as though the heat, wetness, smell, and taste of her pussy was something he had to take time to savor and worship.

Kayla was regaining her health except for the brain damage and repeated bleeding strokes. Russ was determined to find a way to get her treaded in a gene-engineering program to overcome her harmful beta amyloid production. He knew they shouldn't risk making love.

Karla insistently opened herself to him as he licked her inner labia and clitoris. She tilted her pelvis with rhythmic motions. Russ's trembling hands held her thighs apart. He couldn't ignore the conflict in his mind of his fear against his desire. Russ was afraid of what might happen and afraid of wanting her so much.

Karla moaned and pulled his head to her sex. Russ sucked her clitoris and intensified his come-here fingering of her G-Spot. His head was pounding with guilt, colliding with his surrender to their mutual desire.

Instead of the joy of pleasing her he felt before her brain injuries, Russ reacted to her moans as she repeatedly orgasmed. He was overwhelmed with despair and self-loathing. He shouldn't be allowing her to arch against him. Or allowing her thighs to grip his head. Russ' despair increased as he felt Kayla's arousal and energy to pleasure him building.

Russ rationalized his actions and decided it would be best if he pressed on to quickly satisfy her. Maybe they would get away with it one more time. Russ sealed his lips over her clit and flicked it with his tongue and increased the stroking pressure of his curled fingers against her G-Spot.

Kayla' moans and panting troubled him. Russ increased the pressure and stroking of her G-Spot. Kayla thrust herself toward him and pressed her clitoris against his tongue. She became more excited, hotter and wetter.

Her breathing became convulsive gasps. Russ regretted his series of rationalized mistakes. And now he was lusting relentlessly, making her more insistent and more excited.

Russ knew it was so wrong but she pulled his shirt off, he kicked off his shoes, and she loosened his trousers. He had to keep his cock from chaffing against the wet spots on his clothes.

Kayla pleaded, "yes Russ, stroke me harder and faster" as her hips bucked forcefully against him and she climaxed again. But she wanted more and her thighs clamped around his head. Russ kept sucking and stroking his tongue against her engorged clitoris.

Karla's body jerked, as more intense orgasms hurtled through her. He wanted to give her this, help her come again and even more passionately again. His throbbing cock ached but he kept pleasuring her because her whole body was trembling for more. She breathlessly pleaded, "Russ that was so very wonderful now please fuck me. I have to feel your cock inside me. Please Russ, please want me."

Russ replied, "Yes, I want you, I will always want you. I love to love you" as he held her close, his hot skin molded to her hot skin. Her hard nipples against his chest, her hot thighs moving rhythmically against him.

He knew they had to stop. But he held her as he tried to rationalize why he had let their dangerous love making go this far.

She gasped stroking his hot slick cock. Her legs parted wider for him, inviting his anxious cock. She pulled him against her and said, "Russ we can't stop. Please don't stop loving me."

His cock throbbed with desire. Russ looked intently to remember her like this forever. Her vagina was so hot, wet, swollen and all too ready for him. They kissed passionately as his throbbing cock entered her.

He was hesitant because of his concerns but her lips parted wider as their tongues joined the effort to urge him on. Her body insistently squeezed and welcomed him as he stroked deeper.

Kayla's vagina squeezed her affection for his cock as she arched. She moaned her affection with each of their mutual thrusts. She kissed him, lovingly focusing herself on him.

Russ was letting himself go. His harder, longer thrusts made her cry out. She matched his rhythm with her cyclic vaginal gripping of his cock. His every thrust, her every squeeze, their every gasp drove them deeper into their love making passion.

Russ gasped, "Kayla, I love to love you." She said, "Russell I love to love you. Please don't stop loving me."

Russ made long, urgent strokes. Sometimes he slowed enough to feel every detail of her slippery heat, but then faster as he tried to keep up with their urgent passions. She gasped and made faint cries as he loved her so completely.

Every time he thrust into her, her vaginal walls tightened so Russ knew she wanted more of him. She smiled as she milked pleasure after pleasure from him. "I'm cumming again too, thank you Russ." Her voice was so soft, helpless, fading. Her thankful whimper.

His cock was still twitching inside her, the slow, involuntary jerks met by the flutter of her inner walls. He held her close as though if he let go, their moment would slip away.

Kayla's head was tucked against his chest, one leg resting on his. He kissed her ear and the top of her head. They were completely at peace.

Minutes later, Russ couldn't detect her breath and he couldn't find her pulse. He shouted "HELP, HELP, HELP" as he urgently pressed her call button. Caregivers gathered. A doctor came and confirmed her Do Not Resuscitate "DNR" and noted the time of death on her medical record.

Russ realized Kayla was gone. His dear wife and true lover for 67 years had passed away in his arms. At first, he felt overwhelming sadness and remorse but he remembered what she had said to the Mayo neurologist.

Russ could hear Kayla clearly say, "Making love. That's the way to go if you have to die."