I picked up the diary but then put it back down. I was too aroused to write anything.
I went into the bathroom and ran the shower. As the water heated up I stripped down and looked at myself in the mirror. My cock was sticking up like a tentpole. I wanted to sink it into Meadow, into her delicious curves, and cum in her so forcefully it made her head spin. I wanted her to feel the force of my orgasm. To know what she did to my body. To know how badly I desired her.
I stepped into the shower and let the hot water wash over me. It struck me on the chest and flowed down my body toward my erect cock. I looked down at it. So eager! So ready for action!
I hadn’t slept with a woman since my night of passion with Meadow and I was seriously in need of release. I thought about getting into my car and heading right back to her place. I’d show her exactly what I thought of our future together. I wanted her to be my girl. I wanted us to belong to each other forever.
But she’d probably been through enough for one night.
I grabbed my cock in my fist and gave the shaft a squeeze. It throbbed with my pulse and I felt so close to cumming. I wanted to stroke it, to release my desire in a gushing torrent into the falling water of the shower.But I resisted. I would save myself. I’d be cumming in Meadow soon and I wanted her to know I’d saved everything I had for her.
I finished washing and got out of the shower. I dried off and wrapped the towel around my waist. I grabbed my diary and pen from the bedroom and went to the kitchen. There were still a few photos of Carolyn and Tamara around, some on the fridge and some on the table, and I gathered them up and put them in an envelope. Then I sealed the envelope and put it in a drawer. I wasn’t sure what I was going to do with them, but I knew I was ready to move on with my life. I wasn’t forgetting about Carolyn and Tamara, but I was saying goodbye. It was time.
I put on the kettle and sat down at the table, waiting for it to boil.
I was still so horny, but I couldn’t touch myself. I had to resist.
I opened the diary and started writing.
Diary Entry
You ever had a man cum on your breasts? You ever let someone do that to you? Would you let me do that to you?
Think about it. Don’t say yes unless you really mean it. In fact, don’t even read this unless you’d wholeheartedly let me cum on your tits.
How would I do it?
Well, first say yes. Mouth the words. “Yes. Cum on my tits, baby.”
Okay, now I’ll tell you how I’d do it.
First, I’d push you back on my bed. I’d make you lie straight, hands by your side, looking straight up at me. Then, very slowly, I’d strip you naked. I’d take my time. I’d look at you while I stripped you. I’d examine every inch of you. I know you’d be shy. I know you’d be trying to hide certain parts of your body that you’re self-conscious of. But I’m here to tell you that you don’t need to hide a thing, baby girl. You’re perfect, just the way you are.
If there’s one thing I can tell you that’s the God’s honest truth, it’s that I wouldn’t change a single thing about you. Not one hair on your head would I change. Not one thought in your mind. Not one atom of your body.
You’re perfect to me, and as I stripped you naked, I’d run my tongue over your body to show you how perfect you are. I’d kiss your feet, and slide my tongue across your toes. These are the toes I’m going to make curl. Of course I want to kiss them. From there, I’d run my tongue up over your ankle, along your leg, over the knee, all the way to your inner thigh. This is where you’d start to squirm. You’d think I was about to eat you, to suck your pussy and drink every drop of you, but you’d be wrong. Tempting as that is, this is a different fantasy.
I’d run my tongue from your thigh to your pussy, sliding it along your slit, entering you, and then licking over your clit, but I wouldn’t linger there. I’d keep going, up over your navel, over one nipple and then the next, and then along your neck, all the way to your lips. I’d kiss you passionately, entering your mouth with my tongue and letting our two tongues tangle and intertwine.
Then I’d whisper in your ear, stay completely still.
I’d place your hands where I wanted them, right on the sides of your tits, and show you that I wanted you to squeeze them together, creating a valley of pleasure for me to enjoy.
Then I’d climb up over you and place my erect, throbbing cock right there between your breasts. I’d pour lotion over you, over your cleavage and my cock, and then slide my cock back and forth to make sure everywhere was properly lubed up.
Then, without saying a word, I’d start fucking your cleavage, sliding my long, thick cock back and forth in your cleavage. I’d slide back and forth, and you’d hold your breasts together tighter, forming a perfect pussy in your cleavage for me.
You’d look down at my cock, eager to see what was going on, and you’d see as I got closer and closer to orgasm. With each thrust and slide, my cock would get a little harder, throb a little harder, and grow longer and thicker. You’d watch as my thrusts got slower and I started moaning your name.
That’s when it happens. A thread of cum shoots from the tip of my cock and lands right on your lips. You smile and open your mouth, licking my cum and taking it into your mouth. Then my second spurt would land on your chest, right between your tits. You’d smile, loving every second of it, loving the pleasure you’re giving me, loving the naughty feeling of my cum landing on your body.
My cock would continue to spurt cum all over your chest, all over your tits, and as I slowed my sliding, you’d start to rub your tits together, getting my cum all over your skin.
Then I’d collapse on you, crushing my chest against yours so the cum forms a bond between us. I’d kiss your mouth passionately, sucking your tongue, licking your lips, and tasting myself on your mouth.
CHAPTER 57
KANE
I sighed and put down my pen. My cock was throbbing so hard, so desperate to explode, but I couldn’t do it. I had to wait. I had to save myself. I was so tempted to grab my cock and cum all over my hand but I didn’t. Instead, I made some tea and brought it back to my bedroom. I lay back on the bed and was asleep before I even had a chance to drink the tea.
I woke at the crack of dawn. I hopped out of bed and got right into my wetsuit. I felt so good, so fresh. Five minutes later I was out the door and on my way to my favorite morning surf spot.
I knew I’d be seeing Meadow today. I had so much to tell her. So much to explain and apologize for. And I knew if I made things right, there’d be every chance for a relationship between us.
She was why I came back. I could have stayed in Mexico, but I knew I’d never forgive myself if I let her slip through my fingers.
I pulled into the parking lot and saw a bicycle in the grass. So much for having the beach to myself.
I parked and started to get my board off the roof. That’s when I looked up and noticed Meadow!
What was she doing here?
She was in the grassy area by the edge of the cliff, a few hundred yards away. She seemed to be running around, chasing after some papers that had been caught in the wind.
She was the last person I expected to find, but I was glad it was her. It would give us a chance to talk. We had a lot to discuss, and this was the perfect place for the discussion I had in mind. It was beautiful, romantic, and the sun was still rising over the hills, painting the sky pink.
I lifted my board under my arm and made my way toward her to help get those papers under control.
“Meadow,” I shouted to get her attention.
She was bent over, grabbing a piece of paper, and she stood up see who it was who just called her name. She turned toward me and I gave her a wave. I had no idea how she felt about me.
Would she give me a chance?
Would she make me work to regain her trust?
Whatever she wanted, I’d do it. I’d do anything to prove my feelings to her.
She froze on the spot when she recognized me. In t
he same instant, the paper she had just caught flew back out of her hand. She yelled, “shit,” and started running after it.
Next thing I knew, she tripped and was struggling to regain her footing. She stumbled toward the cliff and there was a dip in the ground that caused her to lose her footing completely.
One second she was there, waving her arms to regain balance, and the next she was gone!
Before I’d even processed what had happened, I’d dropped my board and was sprinting toward her. She’d gone over the cliff!
I ran and ran, desperate to get her back in sight. I ran faster than I’d ever run before in my life. There was no way I was going to let the ocean take the woman I loved again.
As I got closer to the edge of the cliff I noticed the swell on the surface of the water and the crashing waves. The ocean wasn’t calm, it was rough, just like it had been the day I lost Carolyn.
I was a good forty feet above the water and as I got closer to the edge I didn’t slow down a single bit. I just ran right to the edge and leapt. Only when I was already in the air did I see Meadow below in the water, flailing her arms. Rocks were everywhere below me but I had time to process the fact that she hadn’t hit any of them.
She was still alive!
I hit the water like a ton of bricks. It felt like being in a car crash. Everything went black and silent. The water was ice cold. I sank and sank and wondered if I’d ever get back to the surface, and then, all at once I was gasping for air and back in the light of day.
I glanced around frantically, desperately searching for Meadow. She’d been there a second ago. I knew she was still there, somewhere.
I was dangerously close to the rocks and knew I wouldn’t last long in such violent waters, but I didn’t care about that. I couldn’t think about anything except Meadow.
I dove down into the water and came back up a few moments later. Where was she?
The waves were crashing down on me, driving me closer to the rocks, and in every direction, all I could see was the swell of the rising waves around me.
“Meadow!” I called. “Meadow!”
Water crashed over me and a mouthful of sea water choked me, but I kept calling her name.
“Meadow!”
I shouted and shouted and even as my brain started telling me I wouldn’t find her, I kept shouting her name. I started to lose my breath and when the next wave crashed over me, it caught me just as I was yelling her name.
The water crushed me, driving me under the surface, and I coughed and choked on the water in my throat. I struggled to swim, to get to the surface, but I was disoriented and couldn’t figure out which way was up and which was down. Another wave, and another, crashed around me, sucking me in the currents and then I felt sharp rocks ripping through the flesh of my legs.
Blood!
That was just what I needed. I was basically a piece of shark bait, drowning in the water at the bottom of a fifty foot cliff.
This was it. This was the end.
I realized it all at once and the irony of it struck me. The karma. I’d failed to rescue Carolyn and Tamara. I’d failed to rescue Meadow. And now I was paying the price for that failure. The ocean had given me two chances to save the woman I loved, and I’d failed twice. There wasn’t going to be a third time. The ocean was taking me now.
I swung and kicked and tried to swim but it was no good. The water and current was too powerful.
My lungs were burning, gasping for oxygen. My vision started to black out. I was dying.
This was it. The moment of truth. I’d finally gotten over the pain of loss, I’d finally allowed my heart to open up again for a new woman, and it was all being taken from me before it ever began.
And then, in the center of the darkness, I saw a glimmer of light. I’d heard so many times about the tunnel people saw when they were dying, and figured that was what this was. I swam toward it and the light got bigger and brighter. Then I realized, the light wasn’t the end of my life, calling me for heaven, it was a figure, moving.
It was a person. It was a girl. It was Meadow!
Dressed in white, reflecting the sunlight, she was trapped at the bottom of the water, but she was still moving. With every ounce of my being, I swam toward her, grabbed her body, and then pushed off the ground back for the surface of the water.
We broke the surface together, her in my arms, and together we gasped for oxygen, pulling the air into my lungs.
Meadow coughed and I held her tightly as I started kicking and swimming away from the cliff.
“Kane,” she gasped finally, as she caught back her breath. “I thought I was dead for sure.”
I was holding her so tightly I must have been hurting her, but there was no way I was loosening my grip on her. I wasn’t going to lose her again. If she went down, I went down with her.
“I’ve got you, Meadow. I’ve got you now, and I’m never going to let you go.”
I kept swimming, all the way around the cliff and in toward the sandy beach. The water grew smoother and less treacherous as we got away from the cliffs, and in a matter of minutes, I was pulling her out of the water and onto the warm sand.
“You’re safe now, Meadow. I’ve got you.”
I could tell by the look on her face and the way her body was trembling that she was terrified. She took a deep breath and held onto me even tighter. I lay her on the sand and lay on top of her, trying to do what I could to warm her up. I knew it was shock more than the cold that was causing her to tremble but my instinct was to keep her safe and warm, to protect her, now and for the rest of our lives.
From what I could tell, apart from the gashes in my leg, neither of us had suffered any injury from the fall.
“You don’t need to be afraid anymore,” I said in her ear as I felt her body relax.
CHAPTER 58
MEADOW
Words couldn’t begin to describe the feeling I had, being rescued by Kane. As he brought me back to the safety of shore, I knew in my heart that he’d be my man forever, and I’d be his girl. There’s something about being protected, about being saved, that shows you just how loved you are.
My doubts about my future with Kane began to melt away.
“You saved us,” I said, without thinking.
“What?” he said. “Us?”
“Me,” I corrected. “You saved me.”
He was holding me again, and I could have melted into those arms and stayed there forever.
Finally, I thought.
I’m home. I’m in the arms of the man I love.
All I’d wanted for the last month was to find my way back into Kane’s arms. It took almost drowning to get there!
I felt my stomach and wondered about the baby. Would it be okay after all that had just happened? I’d have to get to a doctor and have a check up.
I’d thought I was dead for sure. I thought I was going to drown, and then Kane’s arms were around me and I knew instantly that everything was going to be all right. I could feel it. He had that affect on me.
I was there, under his weight, still afraid to look into his face.
“Are you all right, Meadow?” he said. “Are you hurt?”
“I’m fine, but you’re not,” I said, looking at the blood on his leg.
“I’ll be fine.”
“We should get to a doctor,” I said.
He nodded. He took his weight off me and I felt him turning me around so that I’d be looking up at him. I closed my eyes. I was still too nervous, too shy to look at him.
Something grazed my lips gently and I realized it was his mouth. I opened my mouth and let his tongue enter. We kissed, our lips crushing against each other, our tongues dancing and intertwining, for what felt like an eternity. He held my head in his hands as he kissed me and I felt so good in his strong arms.
I’d always known he was coming back for me. It was a strange feeling, instinctive, I just knew it in my bones. I’d been worried the whole time he was away, but I hadn’t panicked. I k
new it was temporary. From the moment I first met Kane, I knew I was going to be his woman.
Usually, his disappearance would have sent me into a tailspin, but something told me it was for the best. He needed to deal with the loss he’d suffered, and then he’d be back for me.
That time had come.
As we continued to kiss, our legs intertwined. His thigh got between mine and spread my legs apart. I felt his thigh against my pussy and it sent quivers of desire through me. I’d been craving his touch for so long. I yearned for his touch. I yearned to feel his manhood sliding into me.
Even if I hadn’t just been in the ocean I’d have been wet down there!
I felt something wet on my neck and shut my eyes, relishing in Kane’s attentions.
“Hey, get out of here,” Kane said.
I opened my eyes with a start.
A big German Shepherd was right above me, wagging his tail wildly and licking my neck.
“Oh my God,” I cried out, bursting into laughter. “I thought that was you, Kane.”
“It was me, until a second ago!”
We both laughed and laughed, as much from nerves and relief as from the humor of the situation.
I sat up and petted the dog, looking around for his owner. There was a man some ways down the beach waving at us and apologizing. The dog ran back toward him.
I turned and saw that Kane was staring right at me.
“Wow, Meadow,” he said when our eyes finally met.
My stomach got tense.
“You’re even more beautiful than I remembered,” he said and every inch of me melted.
My eyes welled up.
“What?” I said, shyly burying my face in my arm.
“Don’t you dare be shy with me, Meadow. Look at me.”
Reluctantly, I looked back at him and saw his smiling face. The way he looked at me proved that he meant what he said. In that moment, he made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.
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