Those 365 Letters

by Ford, Mia

  With the other hand she went to work on my taut, sack, being gentle with my large testicles that were manufacturing a huge load I was saving just for her. The yin and yang of her stroking my cock and squeezing the shaft combined with her squeezing and massaging of my balls was exhilarating on another level. I could feel my prostate gland puckering up behind my anal wall. I was going to blow in such an epic fashion. It would be so soon. I hoped that Cora was ready for it.

  The fiery look in her eyes told me that she was way past that. Her tongue was now gliding over her lips, making them wetter, sometimes protruding down towards her chin, as if she was ready to sample something in her mouth.

  I took the initiative and gently grabbed the back of her head. I stepped forward until my cock was so close to her face as she kept stroking me.

  “Do you want to taste me?” I asked. “Baby, I’ve been dying for you to taste me for so long…”

  My voice came out in a long, drawn out moan.

  “Yes,” she said.

  “Well, open up. Let me in,” I said.

  Cora smiled and opened her mouth just wide enough. I slid my dick between her soft, warm lips and entered the hot, wet pool of her waiting mouth. I closed my eyes as she took over and her head began to bob up and down on me, plunging my cock into a perfect abyss of total pleasure.

  I couldn’t resist. I began to offer assistance by rocking my hips back and forth in slow, steady movements, but still allowing Cora to keep control of the flow of it. It was beautiful. My whole body was now tingling as this sweet, succulent, wet mouth wrapped itself around my most sensitive appendage. Cora’s mouth was the best. I’d never experienced pleasure on this level.

  Cora pulled my cock out of her mouth and stroked it viciously, really utilizing the lubrication of the coating of saliva now on my flesh.

  “Are you going to fuck my throat, or not?” Cora asked. “I want it… now.”

  I took the cue with a grunt and a small laugh. I’d almost forgotten how demanding and harsh she could be in bed. I loved it.

  “Sure,” I said.

  I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my throbbing cock into her mouth. I moved it all the way down as far as I could go, until the head of my dick was dangling down her throat. Then I held it there a moment, letting Cora savor it, and then I brought it out and repeated it.

  “You like that?” I grunted.

  Cora smiled and continued to take my cock into her mouth. She loved to be dominated in bed, as much as she liked to dominate. I loved that.

  I suddenly had the urge to taste her as well as she was tasting me. I reached down and grabbed Cora by the hips. With one quick jerk I had picked her up from the couch until I was now holding her upside down in my arms. The scent of her delicious pussy was now drifting up to my nostrils right in front of me. It was so wet, dripping almost.

  Cora’s mouth was still going to work on my cock and I continued to help by humping hard into her. I put my face into her crotch and started to lick the sweet, wet, delicious hole. She tasted exactly the way I remembered. I’d thought about this nonstop for so long, and to have it actually be here and be real was astonishing to me. My knees were growing weak, not from the pleasure, but from the emotions that I was trying to keep under control.

  I loved Cora so much. I couldn’t believe how it had all been taken from us. I was so angry, so hurt. I wanted vengeance, but I wasn’t going to be the one to take it. That would be up to Cora. After all, the perpetrators in this scenario were her parents. I was fine to let her handle things her own way, but thinking about how she was going to give them a piece of her mind made me so hard.

  Cora’s mouth was tightening around my cock. It was perfect. I kept pumping harder and harder. Cora was moaning with pleasure now as I tongued her pussy. The wetness was gushing into my mouth. I continued to run my tongue from inside her succulence and then up and down her outer lips, going all the way up to the sweet clit where I would lick and suck before returning to probe her deeply. She was getting closer and closer to a huge orgasm.

  I decided it was time to change something.

  I laid Cora down on the couch and positioned her so that we were in a doggy style position. Her sexy ass was right up against me.

  “Is this what you’ve been waiting for?” Cora purred, moving her ass higher in the air to give me an even better look at her wet, dripping pussy. It was so beautiful, pink, and waiting just for me. My dick was as hard as it had ever been.

  “Yes…” I said.

  I reached up and grabbed her hips with my hands. I jerked her back to me and she gave me a wink with a naughty giggle.

  I then thrust my dick into her deeply. Her body shivered around it.

  “Yes!” Cora squealed. “Do it!”

  I couldn’t breathe. The emotions and the physical pleasure we were giving each other were far more than anything I’d ever anticipated being able to feel again. I’d resigned myself to thinking that this perfect woman and I were over, never to be together again, never to be united in our lovemaking again.

  I moved slowly in and out of Cora, but I wanted to go faster. I wanted to give it to her hard with everything I had, but at the same time it was becoming a total expression of love, something that I was savoring and wanted to last forever.

  As I neared the end of each propulsion, sliding through the tight, wet walls of her inner lust, I could feel her body sucking the head of my dick, pulling me in farther. As I pulled back out, her body resisted the move slightly, providing just enough tension to make this motion almost as pleasurable.

  I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her long hair. I pulled back as I moved my body even closer to her. I was leaning against Cora now, pulling her hair with one hand and wrapping her body with the other hand to pull her close to me. My hips continued to hump her hard and fast.

  “I’m coming!” Cora groaned.

  “Do it baby! Let me feel it!” I grunted.

  I could feel her body beginning to respond. Cora gasped right then, loud and deeply, her whole body rising to embrace the agony of total pleasure that I could clearly see rocketing through every fiber of her being. Her entire body quivered beneath me as if it wanted to break free of my embrace to spasm to completion, but I held on anyway, cradling my love and letting her pleasure feed my own.

  “I’m almost there,” I said breathlessly as my body tensed up and I came hard inside of her, releasing the pent up seed that I’d been holding onto. It shot out of my body so quickly that it hurt for a second, almost ripping out of my hard, throbbing cock.

  I continued pumping until there was not one drop of cum left to give and then I slumped to rest on top of her, turning sideways so that we were now in a spoon position. Our naked bodies laid there in a beautiful afterglow of love and relief.

  Everything we’d been wishing for, waiting for, and dreaming of—it was all there. The time we’d been apart, thought brutally painful, had not diminished our love for each other one bit. I had never stopped loving Cora, no matter how much I tried, no matter how hard I tried to move on. I still knew that she was the only one for me.

  And she felt the same way.

  As we laid there we talked about a few things. It reminded me of how we used to talk after we made love. It was so quiet, so peaceful. The connection with another person that somehow completed me.

  “I feel really guilty,” Cora said.

  “You have nothing to feel guilty about,” I said. “It wasn’t your fault.”

  “Not just about us,” she said. “I’ve been seeing someone… someone from work. His name is Pete. We’ve been dating for six months.”

  I nodded. This didn’t exactly shock me, but I was surprised that Cora hadn’t mentioned it before now. But then again, this whirlwind had just happened and taken us both for a loop.

  “Ok,” I said. “Is it serious?”

  Cora shook her head. “Well, I thought it might be. But no. Not compared to this. I just feel a bit guilty because I’m going to have to break
his heart.”

  I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t sure there was anything I really could say right then.

  I caressed her shoulder and kissed her on the cheek. “I love you,” I said. “I always will. I just want you to know that.”

  “I love you, too,” Cora replied. She nestled her head against my shoulders.

  The two of us laid there until we both found sleep.

  Chapter 25

  Cora

  “I know,” I said.

  I wasn’t entirely sure how I was going to start this, despite the fact that I’d gone over and over it in my head a thousand times. I’d left work that day with a clear purpose in my mind; I was going to tell my parents everything that I knew. It had to be done. It was time.

  I had no idea how they would respond. Would they lie about it? Would they try to rationalize their behaviors and justify what they did? Would they turn the attack around on me and tell me that I was wrong, or even try to make me think it was my fault?

  I didn’t know what to expect, but I told them that I wanted to meet them for dinner at their place. They thought it was odd that I was going to leave Portsmouth and drive up there and then back, but they probably figured I was going to spend the night at their house. I was actually going to spend the night in a hotel and then drive back the next morning early for work. Landon thought he should have come with me, but I told him no. I had to take care of this all on my own.

  “You know what, dear?” My mother asked.

  We were all sitting around the kitchen table after finishing dinner. I decided it was best to wait until after we’d eaten. It seemed weird to me to do it first; I doubted I’d have much of an appetite afterwards and it just seemed like a better fit. That was my thinking anyway.

  “When I was down in Portsmouth I happened to meet with Landon.”

  My parents exchanged a glance with each other. I could read it on their faces; they knew what was coming. They’d been expecting it. Hell, they’d most likely even worked out their stories ahead of time.

  “Oh, really?” My mother said. “Why would you want to do that?”

  “Well, it just kind of happened,” I said. “But we got to talking and it looks like we figured a few things out.”

  My father sat down his fork and sighed. “Honey, listen—”

  “No,” I said. “You listen. You lied to me. You lied to both of us. Hell, you played us.”

  “It’s not what it seems,” my father said. “You have to see things from our perspective. We were trying to do the right thing for you. And look at how well things have worked out.”

  “What? The love of my life being taken from me—you call that ‘things working out’?”

  “What about Pete? Your career? You would have thrown all of that away over this guy. He would have cheated on you eventually; it was bound to happen.”

  I stared at my father. I hardly recognized him and who he’d become. Was he really that petty and wrapped up in materialism?

  “You were jealous,” I said. “You still are.”

  “Jealous?” My father laughed. “Of what?”

  “You are jealous of Landon. You despise the rich because you envy them. You aspired to be like them, but you knew you could never become a surgeon, or a high ranking specialist who made a lot of money. Hell, you graduated in the bottom third in your class and became a family doctor. You don’t even need a medical degree to do your job; Nurse Practitioners are replacing you.”

  My father glared at me. He looked like I’d just slapped him across the face. I could hear the silence in the room. It was glorious. I had my parents’ right on the ropes. They were going to become so outraged that they would admit what they did and why they did it. It was a groundbreaking moment for me; I was breaking free.

  “That’s enough!” My mother said. “You apologize to your father.”

  “No,” I said. “You admit what you did. You set up that girl. And then you convinced me to shut Landon out of my life. Then you even went so far as to throw away his letters he sent to me.”

  “We were trying to protect you,” my mother said. “You were eighteen years old. You had a bright future ahead of you. We weren’t going to let you throw it away on some guy.”

  “It was not your choice to make. I was an adult. And it doesn’t matter now because I am going to be with Landon. We are going to make it work and this time nobody can get in our way. We will see to it.”

  “Honey, please reconsider. You know that you will never fit into his world.”

  I laughed. “Wow, the two of you are so pathetic. I can’t believe how scared you are. I will fit in just fine; it’s you two that I’m worried about.”

  I got up and stormed out of the house. I drove to the hotel and once I was inside my room with a nice, cold beer I was feeling much better. It went down about as well as I’d expected it would. My parents had admitted what they did. It was over.

  I picked up the phone and called Landon. When he answered I told him everything.

  “I’m sorry, honey,” he said. It felt so good to hear his voice. I was so tempted to drive back to Portsmouth to just be with him, but it was getting late and I was very tired.

  “It’s ok,” I said. “I didn’t think it was going to go well, but I told them how I felt and I made it known that we are going to be together. They are fit to be tied.”

  Landon laughed. “Give them some time. When they realize that there is nothing they can do, they will come around. Hell, I look for them to issue us both a formal apology.”

  “Really? You don’t know my parents,” I said. “My father was so pissed. I said some nasty things to him.”

  “Did you mean them?” Landon asked.

  “Yeah, I did.”

  “Then you have nothing to feel sorry for. After what he did, he has no room to complain about mistreatment.”

  “True,” I said. “I miss you.”

  “I miss you, more.”

  “Not possible,” I said. My mind kept replaying flashbacks of our intense sexual workout the day before. It was something I’d needed for a long time.

  “So, what’s on tap for tomorrow?” Landon asked. “You want to come over after work?”

  “Of course,” I said. “I will be there.”

  We chatted a few more minutes, but then we both said our goodnights and I ended the call. Checking the clock, it was almost ten. I thought it might be too late, but I knew that I had to do what I was about to do. I should have done it even sooner, but it was going to be difficult. I might as well get all the hard things out of my life as quickly as possible. Then I could move on.

  I grabbed my phone again and called Pete.

  “Hey,” Pete said when he answered with his usual, jovial voice. I’d never heard him not using that salesman voice of his. It seemed like he was always ‘on’.

  “Hey,” I replied.

  “I’m surprised to hear from you this late,” Pete said. “Did you get my voicemail earlier? You must be too busy and awesome to speak to me, now.” Pete laughed at his own joke.

  “Um, yeah. I got the voicemail,” I said. I sighed. This was even harder than talking to my parents.

  “What’s the matter?” Pete asked.

  “There is something I have to tell you,” I began.

  I told Pete the story, and to his credit he actually listed and let me get through all of it. Finally, he turned on the anger. I expected him to be upset and I was waiting for him to ream me a new one, but I still wasn’t prepared for some of the things he said.

  “You are a stupid bitch who deserves whatever is coming her way,” Pete said. “You really think that you can make me look stupid this way? What is going to happen at work? Everyone is going to find out about this and I’m going to look like an ass.”

  “You are so concerned with your image,” I said. “It’s kind of pathetic. You need to chill out. It’s over with us. Deal with it.”

  I hung up and then I quickly blocked his number. I knew he would call me repeat
edly and then probably start with the texts. Why did I date him to begin with? Was I just trying to fill a void? I was. That was all I was doing.

  But that void was gone.

  My love had returned. And I couldn’t have been happier.

  Chapter 26

  Landon

  “Are you sure that is the date you want?” I asked.

  Cora leaned into me and I wrapped my arm around her to pull her closer. The two of us were sitting in front of my kitchen table peering over a laptop with several different venues in mind for the wedding of our dreams. The wedding… it was really happening. My mind still wouldn’t let me be completely happy. I just couldn’t trust that it was actually happening for us.

  It had been two weeks since Cora had come back into my life. She’d finished up most of her work with the project she’d been assigned and she was spending a lot more time with me on the weekends and a few evenings. I wanted so badly for her to be there all the time, but the logistics of our jobs made travel difficult.

  “Yes, it’s perfect!” Cora exclaimed. She was looking at the Hotel De Maumet, a luxury hotel down in Colorado, not far from Colorado Springs. It had just opened about six months before and it was apparently the most happening place to get married nowadays. I didn’t really care where we tied the knot, as long as my bride was happy with things. That was all that mattered to me.

  “Great,” I said. “Then that is the spot. I’ll have my people book it and get it all set up for June twenty-fifth.”

  “I’ve always dreamt of a June wedding,” Cora said.

  “What is it about the month of June that makes it the ideal time of year for weddings? Is that still the thought? Or is there another month now that is the king?”

  Cora laughed. “I’m not sure anything is actually official.”

  “Oh, I think you might be wrong on that,” I teased.

  “I don’t think so. But if you can make this happen in June then that will be fine. Actually, I am perfectly capable of setting up these arrangements. We don’t need your staff to handle things.”