He grabbed the back of my head and pulled my mouth down onto his rigid cock. I sucked on it, letting the shaft slide all the way along my tongue. Then he pulled out and released me.
I slid my fingers alongs the sides by his hips and reached around to his muscular ass.
“I have missed you so much Kane, but maybe not as much as I have missed this,” I said as I wrapped my hands around his dick.
I started to slowly run my hand up and down his shaft. My movements were slow, but my grip was firm. I could feel the ripples of the veins and the head run against my hand. I gently licked the top of his dick and then I moved my hands back to his ass. I gestured for him to get up on his knees and as he did, I got on my knees too.
I was face to face with his perfect cock. The cock that for the last month I dreamed of devouring. I didn’t hold back. In a blink his dick was a deep in my mouth. I held it there before slowly sliding my lips back off it and sliding my tongue along the shaft. While I flicked my tongue over his head, my hand ran up and down his dick. His body language and moans were letting me know he liked it. My hand started to move quicker and I slid my mouth up and down over and over again.
“Easy. You’ll make me cum,” he said.
“If I make you cum now, will you be able to get hard again to fuck me?” I said.
“Yes,” he said without a second’s hesitation, moving his dick back toward my mouth.
I licked my lips and held my tongue out. I held his dick and pulled it down and ran it against my tongue. I started to bounce his dick against my tongue and his head fell back in pleasure. He was all mine now.
I smiled before taking him deep into my mouth again. Each time I went down, I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth. His dick was throbbing and I noticed him reach up and run his fingers through his hair. Knowing that I was making him feel so much pleasure turned me on more than I can explain.
I could tell he was close. My mouth secured itself at the top and my hand moved harder and faster and I could feel his entire body begin to convulse in pleasure. I knew he was close, but I was still caught off guard when his semen filled my mouth. I squeezed his shaft harder and ran my hand up tightly and slowly, making sure I got every last drop of his delicious cum into my mouth.
“Holy fuck, you’re talented. My turn.”
I continued to pump his cock, making sure I got all of him before finally releasing him.
He lifted me up and threw me back on the bed. I threw my legs around his head and pulled him down toward my dripping pussy. I yearned to feel his tongue inside me.
He slowly ran his hand down from my stomach, over my pussy. He let a finger slide down between the lips. He kissed along where his hand had just traced and then plunged his tongue between my folds. His hands spread my legs apart and he reached between my thighs and grabbed my ass. He slowly brought his hand back, letting his middle finger trace along my ass to my anus. His finger stopped there. He got up and grabbed some lotion and poured it all over his hand, then came back down and slid his finger deep inside my butt.
I’d never felt anything like it!
The second his finger was as far as it could go, he pressed his mouth against my clit. My reaction was his cue to keep going. His tongue moved furiously against my clit and his finger pressed in and out of my ass, fucking me from behind with his hand as his mouth devoured my clit. He switched to two fingers and moved them fast and hard. I glanced down at him and caught a glimpse of his fresh, second round, hard-on.
I reached down and pulled his head out from between my legs.
He looked up at me, confused as to why I would make him stop.
“I noticed you’re ready to fuck me,” I said. “I want you to cum in my pussy this time, Kane.”
He looked down at his cock and grinned. His enthusiasm for fucking and pleasuring me was the biggest turn on of all. He picked me up off the bed and I hung onto him, wrapping my legs around his body. He positioned his dick above my pussy and as he lowered me back down onto the mattress, he slowly slid into me.
I gasped in pleasure as each inch of his delicious cock entered my body.
I was so wet for him and his massive cock slid in with ease.
His hands reached behind me and held onto my ass, which was slippery from the lotion. He grabbed it and lifted me up and down while he thrusted in and out. My hands held onto his shoulders, my legs, still wrapped around him, clenched tight, and my feet pressed into his ass.
The feeling was mind blowing.
Our connection, our passion, the adrenaline left from him rescuing me, and the sensation of his cock sliding deep into me was completely overwhelming. I was getting close to cumming and I could tell he was too. He held me tight in his arms, and lowered his lips to mine. As his tongue entered my mouth, his finger found my asshole again and slid inside.
He held my body tightly against his and dominated every hole in my body. His cock in my pussy, his tongue in my mouth, his finger in my ass. I was defenseless against him in every way possible.
Still inside me, he held my pelvis up off the mattress and continued to fuck me. He grabbed onto my hips and pulled them towards him with strength. He released a hand and started to rub it on the top of my pussy, his thumb kneading my clit. It was the magic touch. My muscles clenched and I thrust against him as I started to orgasm so powerfully it forced me to scream.
“Oh, fuck yes,” I yelled out. “Cum in me, Kane. Cum in me, baby.”
Kane knew what was happening and started fucking me harder and faster. While I was still orgasming, he shot his load deep inside me. I felt it streaming into me, load after load of his sticky, white, semen. It was the best, most delicious, most naughty feeling in the entire world.
“Cum inside me, Kane. Make me pregnant.”
He stopped rubbing my clit and took his finger out of my ass. He grabbed onto my hips again. He held his dick deep inside me and thrust erratically as the last of his semen emptied into me.
As he climaxed, he threw his head back and screamed up at the ceiling, a raw, animalistic cry of pure pleasure and passion.
I thought I was going to faint.
He pulled out and I lay back on the bed as he crawled over top of me. He kissed me on the lips and rested his body down next to mine and pulled me close.
I was quiet for a few minutes until he sensed I was thinking about something.
“Is everything okay, lover?”
“You were so honest with me, and I need to be honest with you,” I said.
He pulled me closer and I nestled my head into the place between his shoulder and neck.
“Remember out in the water when I said you saved us?”
“Yeah?”
“Well, I was right the first time.”
“What do you mean?”
“You really did save us.”
“Us? I don’t understand.”
I looked up into his eyes.
“I’m pregnant Kane. I’m having your baby.”
I was so scared of his reaction.
“Are you kidding me?” he said.
I nodded timidly.
I looked away. Was he angry? Was he upset? Had I just given him the worst news of his life?
I held my breath. What would he say? I felt him getting up from the bed. That was it. He was leaving me. It was all over.
And then, before I knew it, he picked me up into his arms and spun me around and around. We spun so long we got dizzy and we collapsed back onto the bed.
“You’re pregnant?”
“Yes,” I said, beginning to cry.
“Why are you crying? That’s the happiest news I’ve ever heard in my life!”
“I’m crying because I’m happy,” I sobbed.
I was happy, but also so relieved. I never should have doubted him.
“So when you were in the water, drowning …” he said.
“We were both drowning.”
“I saved you both.”
I nodded at him, and it was his turn to tea
r up. I knew it was an emotional thing for him to hear. After all he’d been through, he’d rescued his woman and child after all.
“You’re a gift from heaven, Meadow.”
“I know,” I said, nonchalantly.
He started kissing me again and all the emotions totally overwhelmed us. As we kissed, I could feel tears falling down my cheeks. I knew I was crying, but then I realized Kane was crying too, and his tears and mine were mingling.
He was incredible. I couldn’t believe how happy he was to be having a baby with me. We made out passionately and as his tongue danced in my mouth, I felt his cock harden again between my thighs.
“Round three?” I teased.
He put his finger in front of my lips and in silence, slid his long, beautiful cock back inside me. Back where it belonged. We both looked into each other’s eyes in complete silence as his cock throbbed in my pussy.
“I love you, Meadow,” he said. “I love you more than anything in the world.”
He kept himself inside me without moving, and just by looking into each other’s eyes, we created such a bond that his cock started convulsing in orgasm, all on its own. Still silent, I stared up into his eyes as his cum flowed into me.
I knew at that moment we were bonded forever.
He was mine and I was his.
And this baby was going to be the happiest little baby in the world.
“I love you, Kane.”
WEDDING NIGHT EPILOGUE
MEADOW
“How do I look?” I said to Sandra nervously.
“You look amazing, Meadow. Like an angel.”
“Really?”
“Really. Kane’s going to be dumbfounded when he sets eyes on you.”
I looked down at my beautiful silk and satin wedding dress. It really did make me feel beautiful. It was a long, classic, slightly off-white gown and even though Kane hadn’t seen it yet, he’d sold his two favorite surf boards to raise the money to pay for it.
Sandra was holding Loo, my tiny little bundle of joy. I’d had her three months earlier and she was the apple of her daddy’s eye. It made me burst with love to see the way Kane lit up every time he saw her. It was the exact same reaction he had every time he saw me.
He loved both of us and it showed. He couldn’t have been a more dedicated and loving father and fiancé. He was the man I always knew I deserved, or should have known I deserved if I hadn’t been so lost. He was adoring, he was kind, and he had integrity.
Being with him for the past year was complete heaven.
The first thing we did was move in together. We wanted a fresh start so we ended up selling his house, even though it was beautiful, and I gave up the lease on my apartment, even though I loved it. What we did with the money was build our own dream home overlooking the beach. To be precise, it overlooks the lifeguard tower where we went the first night we made love.
That was where it all started, and we walked down there nightly and reminisced about the amazing memories we had.
“Meadow, it’s almost time,” Sandra said.
I took a deep breath. I was so nervous. Everyone was waiting in the chapel, our friends, Paul and Jason, our family, our pastor, and most importantly of all, my groom.
I heard the music start, the beautiful classical piece I’d chosen to walk down the aisle to, and Sandra gave me one last kiss on the cheek before making her way down the aisle.
Then there was nothing left to wait for. It was time. I had to do it.
I swallowed my nerves and stepped out into the aisle. The entire chapel let out a collective ooh when they saw how beautiful I looked. Sandra was at the end of the aisle, my maid of honor, and standing next to her was the pastor.
I focused on my footwork as I walked slowly along the aisle, careful not to mess up in my perfect shoes. Walking the aisle is harder than it looks.
I wanted to look at Kane but I was too shy. I just kept looking at the ground, or at Sandra and the pastor, and even Paul. Anywhere but at my husband to be!
When I finally reached the end of the aisle, I took my position next to Kane and looked at him for the first time. I almost fainted. His face was so beautiful, his eyes so full of love. I knew he was certain he wanted to be my husband forever and ever.
The ceremony passed in a daze and it wasn’t until Kane was slipping my ring onto my finger that I realized it was actually happening. When the pastor said, “You may kiss the bride,” I thought my heart would explode with happiness.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” Kane whispered in my ear as he kissed me.
“I was yours the moment you set eyes on me,” I whispered back.
Everyone cheered and we all went down to the beach to take photos. The reception was on the beach too and it was so much fun having a fancy catered meal right next to the ocean. Every single detail had been planned perfectly by me and Sandra. I felt as if I was in a daze.
After the meal and the dancing, and more toasts than I care to count, a beautiful yacht pulled up in front of us. With the moon and stars shining above, and all the little bulbs we’d set up above the dance floor glittering on the beach, the yacht looked like the romantic thing I’d ever seen in my life.
The captain rowed to shore from the yacht in an old fashioned rowboat and when we stepped inside, Kane helped me with my dress. We waved at all our friends as we were rowed back out to the yacht. I especially waved at Sandra who was holding Loo and would be watching her for the night. Then the row boat turned to face the yacht and Kane and I sat together and looked out at our future.
“I’m so happy to be your husband,” Kane said.
I leaned over and kissed him so passionately I thought I was floating.
When we got onto the yacht the captain introduced us to the other staff members.
“We’re all here to give you the most perfect, romantic night of your lives,” he said. “We’ll be sailing along the coast and having breakfast on a tiny island. Until then, if you need anything, just call. Your suite is below deck and has been fully stocked with champagne, desserts, fruit platters and everything you could possibly desire.”
We thanked him and then Kane whipped me off my feet and carried me into the suite. The sailors laughed and applauded.
“Now, wife,” Kane said when he finally had me alone in the suite, “it’s time for you to see how a man really treats his wife.”
I got wet just thinking about what he had planned for me.
I lay back on the bed and Kane stood above me, looking down.
“You’re the most beautiful bride a man could ever dream of,” he said.
“Show me how beautiful I am,” I said.
He was holding his diary, and I looked at him questioningly.
“What are you doing with that?” I said.
“Well, now that you’re my wife, it’s yours.”
“What?” I said, surprised.
In all the time I’d known him, he still refused to let me read it. He’d teased me so many times, but never actually let me take a peek. And even though I’d practically torn our house apart looking for it, I never found his hiding spot for it.
“Let me see,” I said, reaching out for it.
“Not so fast, wife. First you have to prove to me that you deserve it.”
“And how would I go about doing that?” I said with my most teasing voice.
“Well, I think you’d have to think of a creative way to make me cum, and if it works, you get the book.”
“A creative way to make you cum?”
“It’s a creative diary. You’ve got to earn it.”
I smiled at him and began to pull my wedding dress up, exposing more and more of my sexy, satin covered legs. I was wearing white lace tights that were held up with garters. As I revealed more of my thighs, I saw his cock rising in his suit pants.
“A creative way to make you cum! What’s a poor girl to do?”
“Whatever you like.”
I looked around the room. It was a beautiful cabi
n, and the gentle swaying of the water felt soothing and relaxing. I turned around so my head was closest to him, and then lay down on my back, looking right up at him.
His eyes grew when he saw the sexy position I was in.
I opened my mouth wide and looked up into his eyes.
“What are you doing?”
“Come on then. Slide into my throat. I’ve never sucked you off from this position.”
I could see he was eager to give it a try. By leaning my head back over the side of the bed, I would be at the perfect height for him to slide deep into my throat.
He opened his belt and let his pants fall down to his ankles.
“Is this creative enough for you?” I whispered.
He answered by sliding his delicious erect cock into my mouth. From my position I could see his scrotum and beyond it through his legs to the rest of the room. I shut my eyes and focused on the sensation of his cock sliding deep and far into my throat.
I knew that from where he was, he would be looking down at my body, my beautiful wedding dress, and I decided to give him a bit of a show.
I pulled up my dress again and slid my fingers inside my lingerie. I began toying with my clit while his cock slid back and forth in my mouth. I could tell he liked what he was seeing because his cock grew bigger and his thrusts got faster.
When I started fucking myself with my finger, he really began to thrust hard. He was close to cumming and all I could think about was my reward. Well, there were going to be two rewards. First, my throat would be full of his delicious cum, and second, I’d get to read his sexy diary.
We must have hit some waves then, because the boat swayed and Kane lost his balance, falling forward on top of me. Without missing a beat, he planted his mouth between my thighs and started fucking my wet, hot pussy with his perfect tongue. I wrapped my legs around his head and relished the sensation of his mouth, working its magic on my clit.
When he finally came, I was so close to orgasm that the taste of his cum brought me over the edge. I love the taste of his cum and now that I’m his wife, I’ll be tasting it whenever I want. He poured himself into my mouth and I swallowed every drop while orgasms rushed through ever inch of me.
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