by Ivy Jordan
“You drive me wild,” he gasped, pushing me down his chest like it was a slip and slide and burying his cock deep inside my warm cunt.
My ass cheeks slid up and down his belly as his hands gripped my tits for traction. I rocked my hips into him as water splashed violently around us. The position was different, awkward at first, me on my back, lying on top of him, but once we found the rhythm, it gave him perfect access to my G-spot with his slight curve.
Sensations of electricity blasted through my body, exiting at all my erogenous zones. I pushed harder and faster against him, splashing water out of the tub and onto the floor. Just like the waves in the tub, waves of pleasure rolled over my body as my second orgasm took flight, sending me over the edge of ecstasy as my cum spurt from my body so forcefully it shot across the tub as he pulled out of me.
“Wow,” I gasped, barely able to move as Isaac shifted in the tub. He stood up, allowing me to sink down into the warmer water and soothe my body from the chill. I watched as he dried off, his cock still hard and unsatisfied. “Your turn,” I grinned, staring up at him with my best bedroom eyes. He grinned, obviously ready for his own release. He extended his hand, helped me from the water, and quickly wrapped me in a large plush towel.
He guided me into the bedroom and instructed me to get under the covers and get warm; he’d be right back. Where is he going?
I snuggled under the blankets where it was nice and warm and waited for Isaac to return. My body tingled all over, and my mind was racing with thoughts of my future with Isaac. My memories would return, I was confident of that, but having this closeness with him, this connection, it didn’t seem like such a stressor anymore. I was ready to move on; the past would eventually catch up to me, so no sense waiting around for it.
Isaac returned to the room holding a wooden tray. As he carried it to the bed, I notice left-overs from our Christmas meal. “I noticed you didn’t eat much at dinner, and you worked too hard not to enjoy it,” he smiled.
He set the tray on the nightstand and sat on the bed. “Is everything okay?” he asked, his eyes narrowing on me.
“Yes,” I whispered, sliding over to his side of the bed. My mouth was watering for what was beneath his towel, ready to please him the way he’d pleased me.
“Aren’t you hungry?” he chuckled as my hand slid under his towel.
The warmth of his cock settled on my palm, and I could feel him getting hard again. “I am,” I whispered, my eyes lifting to his as I spoke.
A soft growl rolled from his throat as he arched back. I slowly worked my hand up and down his shaft as it hardened beneath my fingers. Isaac reached down, letting his fingers roll through my hair, gently guiding my mouth towards his erection.
My lips parted, slowly surrounding the head of his cock. I sucked hard, creating another growl from Isaac. His excitement pleased me, sending tingles of arousal between my legs.
I released the suction from my jaws, loosening my mouth muscles as I worked on devouring his large cock. My hand slid beneath his balls, holding them gently in the palm of my hand while my fingers playfully massaged them. The flavor of his flesh was driving me wild as my tongue slid along the enlarged vein of his shaft.
Isaac gripped my hair tight in his hand, gently guiding me with a steady motion. It was obvious he wasn’t able to take much more. I wanted to taste his warm come sliding down my throat, but his grip tightened further, and his body tensed as it pulled back from my grip. I moaned to show my displeasure and sucked onto him as he slowly pulled away.
My pussy was throbbing, wet and aching for him to be inside of me. My mouth loosened its grip as my body fell back onto the bed. Isaac’s eyes were devilish, sexy, and filled with a hunger I’d never seen before.
He fumbled in the drawer next to the bed as his cock stood attention, aimed for my readied body. As he slid on the condom he’d finally found and opened in the drawer, I gasped for breath in excitement. His eyes filled with a wild anticipation as he lowered himself onto the bed, atop my breathless and anxious body.
“I love you,” he whispered the sweetest words I’d ever heard.
My head fell back as my back arched, pushing my breasts against his warm chest. His mouth devoured the flesh of my neck, sucking hard as I gasped and moaned. “I love you too,” I whispered in his ear.
His head lifted, and his eyes dug deep into my soul as he positioned himself between my legs. I quivered with arousal, anxious for the feeling of him filling my body. He paused, teasing me as I squirmed beneath him, the look in his eyes letting me know he was arroused by my eagerness.
“You want me?” he asked, his voice raspy and deep.
“Yes,” I purred, pushing my ass from the mattress as I tried to force him into my throbbing pussy.
His strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight as he rocked his hips into mine. My legs parted, my hips spread, and with a skillful thrust, he was deep inside of my body. As he settled in place, not moving, we both sounded winded from the anticipation of feeling one another.
Isaac slowly began moving, his hips rolling with a steady motion into me. My body froze beneath him for a moment as it acclimated to the large muscle pushing into it. I was pinned to the mattress by his large cock, his strong arms, and his passion. There was no other place I’d rather be at that moment, and in that moment, I felt there was no other place I’d rather be, ever.
Our eyes locked as my body relaxed. We found a rhythm between us, our bodies becoming one with each thrust. My memory may have been lost, or at least very faded in the depths of my mind, but my heart felt everything, everything I imagined it had felt before the accident. I loved this man, and it was obvious he loved me, and if my memory never fully returned, at least I had this feeling. At least I had Isaac.
My mind was in a daydream, my heart swelling hard against my chest. Isaac’s body was warm against mine, and as my orgasm approached without much warning, the pace of his thrusts began to pick up. His breathing grew rapid as his lips parted and lowered to mine. As our tongues entangled, our orgasms exploded in unison as if perfectly choreographed.
The weight of his body fell onto mine, crushing me for a split second before he rolled to his side. His arms gripped me tightly, pulling me with him. His cock remained inside of me, my body not willing to release it just yet as I caught my breath against the fast beat of his heart tapping at my cheek. Yes, I loved this man. This was a feeling that felt familiar to me.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Isaac
Beth startled me as she stepped out of the small break room in my office. “What are you doing here?” I gasped, trying to hide the fact she’d scared me.
“I didn’t have anything else to do, so I figured I’d get caught up on paperwork. Why are you here?” she asked.
I set my briefcase down by my feet and leaned against the wall. Her eyes lingered on mine, questioning, judging. I could feel her disapproval, and I knew there’d be plenty more once I told her how close Maddie and I had become. “I just wanted to make sure I didn’t have any loose ends before I headed to Portland,” I explained.
“So, you’re actually going?” she asked with a relief in her voice that made me uneasy.
I didn’t want to, but I’d promised. If there was any way to get out of it, I would. “I don’t think I can put it off any longer,” I sighed.
“Well, it’s the right thing to do,” she smiled.
Was it the right thing to do? Maddie was happy. I was happy. All this trip was going to do was make us both miserable. “I suppose,” I grumbled.
“Maybe things will be okay,” she encouraged, even though her tone told me she didn’t think it possible. It wasn’t going to be okay. Maddie was going to find out that I’d lied to her, and even though I was only protecting her, there would be no way she’d ever truly believe that. I am fucked.
Beth sat down in the chair by her desk, her eyes reading me thoroughly as she pursed her lips. “Why don’t you tell her, before you go?” she suggested.
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“I can’t,” I protested.
“Look, things have gotten out of control, but that doesn’t mean you can’t at least explain yourself. Maybe she’ll understand in time,” she offered.
“What if she never remembers? Wouldn’t I be doing her a favor by not telling her?” I asked.
“She’ll remember. She’s already started having memories, and you know what the doctor’s said: it’s just a matter of time,” Beth scolded.
“I hate to lose her,” I sighed, slouching against the wall.
“I know you love her,” Beth sighed.
I fought back the tear trying to push from my eye and forced a faint smile. “She told me she loved me,” I admitted.
Beth’s face was filled with shock. “Isaac, you can’t continue this any longer,” she insisted.
I knew she was right. I hated that I’d let things get this far out of hand. The man, Rob, waiting on her in Portland, was a horrible man, and I couldn’t bear for her to end up in his clutches. She’d come here to get away, to start a new life, and that’s what she’d done. We were in love. We were happy.
Beth clutched her mug of coffee, bringing it to her lips slowly as she eyed me for a reaction. I smiled, nodded, and then picked up my briefcase as I moved into my private office.
I opened the safe, took out Maddie’s phone and held the button on the side until it lit up and turned on. There were a couple more texts from Rob, demanding to know where she was. The last text I’d sent, the one I made look like it was from Maddie, saying to leave her alone. It was obvious he wasn’t taking the hint so easily. The voicemail was full, all from Rob’s number, but I couldn’t bear to listen to his voice, so I shut the phone back off and shoved it into my briefcase. Once we arrived in Portland, I’d give her the phone back before I left her for good. She wouldn’t want to come back with me, not after finding out I’d lied. I knew that for certain.
There really wasn’t much for me to do at the office, but I wasn’t ready to go back home. I started packing up the Christmas decorations as Beth walked into my office. “You know it’s bad luck to take down the decorations before the new year,” she smirked.
“Thanks for the warning,” I chuckled, pushing a thick pine garland into the plastic container.
“There’s a bad storm on the move,” she advised.
I looked up, watching her eyes leave pity on me. “Oh yeah?” I asked half-heartedly. I wasn’t in the mood for small talk, especially about the weather.
“The weatherman was saying it could be as much as twelve inches in just a few hours,” she added.
“Rain?” I questioned.
“Snow,” she said slowly.
“In Miami?” I chuckled at the thought of snow hitting Miami.
“Portland,” she corrected.
My heart raced at the thought it may be too bad to travel. “So, are flights canceled?” I queried, trying not to act too excited.
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “But, this may give you more time to tell her. It’s not too late.”
I shoved the last of the decorations into the container and grabbed my briefcase. “I gotta go,” I exclaimed, rushing from the office in haste.
Maddie was on the beach when I arrived home. I watched her walking across the sand, bending occasionally, to pick up sea shells I assumed. She had started quite the collection since she arrived, all cleaned and displayed in a large ceramic bowl on the counter in the kitchen.
I turned on the TV, clicked to the weather station, and sat as my eyes glued to the screen. The weatherman gave the local updates, sunny, warm, yadda yadda yadda. Get on with it!
Yes, a large storm was rolling through Washington and Oregon was expected to be hit hard, harder than they’d been hit in decades. I heard the door open, and soon Maddie’s warm hand was on my shoulder.
“When did you get home?” she asked.
“Just a few minutes ago,” I turned to smile in her direction. Her eyes were so pure, so beautiful. I couldn’t lose her. I just couldn’t. “Looks like the weather is getting bad,” I pointed to the screen.
A map was displayed showing the vicious storm headed straight for her hometown. “Can we still fly?” she asked.
“We’ll have to wait and see what happens,” I said as solemnly as I could muster.
She looked so disappointed as she slid onto the couch next to me. Her hand rested on my knee as her head leaned against my shoulder. “I hope we can,” she sighed.
I struggled with Beth’s suggestion. Should I tell her? Would it be better than her finding out on her own? I swallowed hard, pressed my hand against hers and felt my heart ripping from my chest as I contemplated what to do.
She lifted her head from my shoulder and stretched her lips to my neck. The warmth of her kiss melted me into her. “I love you,” she whispered.
I turned my hand upward to grip hers, squeezing it tightly as I fought back my pain. If the flight is canceled, I’ll tell her. It felt as though it was fate giving me a second chance.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Maddie
Isaac had been glued to the weather station for the last two days, watching the storm as it threatened to delay our trip. By the time it hit Portland, it was minimal, only leaving a few inches of snow on the ground. Flights were scheduled without any delays or interruptions, and I was finally going to get the answers I so desperately needed.
Isaac lifted my suitcase from the trunk of the cab and set it on the pavement. I stared into the airport, watching people rushing to and from their destinations. My heart filled with an anxiety that I couldn’t explain. I was going home, but it felt more like I was leaving home. I’d gotten used to being at Isaac’s house, and it scared me to leave now that we were actually on our way. What will I find in Portland? What if there is nothing there that will jar my memory?
“You ready?” he asked, pulling me from my trance.
“Yes,” I smiled, taking the small bag he handed me.
Our luggage was light. I didn’t have much to begin with, and the items I’d purchased while in Miami weren’t exactly suitable for a Portland winter. We walked into the airport and my chest instantly tightened. People scurried around me, bumping into my arm as I followed Isaac towards the ticket counter.
“Are you sure the flights are still scheduled for Portland?” he asked the lady at the counter. She had gray hair tightly wrapped into a bun on top of her head, her lips were painted bright red, and didn’t offer any sign of a smile as she nodded towards Isaac.
Isaac didn’t seem to be satisfied with her answer as he let out a loud sigh. He handed her two IDs, one of which I assumed was mine. She checked them and then handed them back. He quickly shoved them into his wallet before I could ask to see them.
He took my hand and led me through the security, where he handed them the tickets and then dug out the IDs from his pocket once again. I stretched to see them as the woman at the small podium checked them. I noticed my picture, assuring me that it was indeed my ID. I hadn’t seen that since I’d been in Miami, and was still under the impression that they were lost, along with my entire wallet.
“Where did you get that?” I asked as he shoved it back into his pocket with his own.
The woman ushered us through where we were instructed to take off our shoes and walk forward. Isaac grabbed a gray tub and started unloading his pockets of everything except the cards.
“Get what?” he asked.
“My ID,” I questioned.
He didn’t answer, only smiled and then walked through the large x-ray machine that scanned him for bombs, guns, or any other contraband that he may have tried to smuggle onto the plane.
“Isaac,” I pushed, insisting on an answer.
“Move along,” a chubby man ordered, motioning me through the same machine Isaac just passed through.
Isaac grabbed his shoes and handed me mine. We sat at the small stadium style bench seats and reorganized our belongings.
“I had it made,” he said qu
ickly, not making eye contact as he spoke.
He took my hand and walked me through the airport quickly towards our gate, not offering any more details.
“What do you mean you had it made?” I asked.
“It’s not a legal ID. I have my ways; just stop, please. You want to be able to fly to Portland, don’t you?” he whispered.
I knew Isaac was a private detective, and he’d been a Navy SEAL for years, so his explanation seemed rational. I did want to fly to Portland, and without an ID, that couldn’t happen. I slid my hand into his, leaned into him as we entered our gate, and let myself fill with appreciation that he did what was necessary to make this trip happen for me.
We boarded the plane and took our seats. We were just behind the emergency doors, causing me to become anxious. The flight attendant explained to the people in front of us their responsibility in case of an accident as I listened nervously.
“It’s going to be okay,” Isaac assured me.
I wanted to believe him, but there was a knot in my gut that I couldn’t expel.
As the plane taxied down the runway, my heart raced. The wheels lifted from the pavement, and with that, we were off to my past, my future, to my missing pieces.
Isaac leaned back into his seat, stretching his legs out as far as he could in front of him. I was too anxious to sleep, but I tried to relax as we soared through the sky.
My eyes finally closed, and I felt myself drift into a restless slumber. Snow was falling, and I was standing in front of a large brick building. A man was with me, tall, with dark hair, and it looked as if we were arguing. His hands were flying through the air and tears were streaming down my face. Anxiety filled my veins as I struggled to see his face, to find out if it was the same man I’d dreamt about before, but I couldn’t. He grabbed me, shoving me into the wall, his hand on my neck so tight I couldn’t breathe as I struggled to cry out for help.
