by Rob Manary
“I called the Countess a week ago. I found out she bought “Icarus Falling”. We talked. She wasn’t sure she wanted to sell it.” Her words are coming quick. I can barely understand her, the words are rushing from her so quickly. “Then a couple days ago I get a call and she offers to sell it, but wants to meet me. I get here this morning and she says I can have the painting if I read this.” She runs a hand across the cover of my journal. “Fuck, just fuck, Icarus. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I love you, too. Fuck, I’m babbling. Say something. Please, say something.”
I move to her and she stands. I take her into my arms. “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” she whispers into my ear.
I can’t find words. St. Claire is here. St. Claire is in my arms. I hold her tighter to me as if she might disappear if I let her go. “I’m sorry too, St. Claire. I’ll never deceive you again,” I whisper to her.
We kiss. Softly at first then with more passion. Did I think I’d been getting better, getting over her? Insanity. I slide my tongue between her teeth and she responds with a low moan. I break the kiss.
“I love you, St. Claire,” I rasp. Her kiss takes my breath. “If you allow me, I’m going to spend my life making you happy.”
“Where’s your room?” she smiles hungrily, with a need I believe I can match.
My rooms aren’t far from the sitting room where the Countess placed St. Claire. Likely, by design. It was no doubt a strategic decision. The women in my life leave little to the whims of chance. I carry St. Claire to my bedroom and lay her down on the king size bed.
Moving on top of her we kiss for a seeming eternity. She grinds herself against me and I am painfully hard. Only St. Claire can cause such an agonizing erection in me. She bites her lip and smiles up at me when we take a break to catch our breath. “Am I really that tight?” she asks with a laugh. There is no doubt she has read my journal. I am bare before her.
“Shut up, St. Claire,” I laugh.
When we come up for breath again she looks at me seriously. “I want you to know I didn’t fuck Wolf. I didn’t let him fucking touch me. I wanted the negatives for those pictures he keeps fucking showing around. I got them. I was never getting back together with him.”
I take her mouth again. I wanted to know. But I wasn’t going to ask. I didn’t want to open that Pandora’s Box. The news pleases me. That’s an understatement. She pushes against my chest to move my mouth from hers. “Okay.” She is breathless from our teenage like make out session. “Enough foreplay. I need you inside me, Icarus.” She reaches between us and frees my cock. She is wearing a skirt. She slides it up and pushes her panties to the side. Taking me in her hand she guides me to her hot hole. She holds me at her entrance as I try to push forward. She pauses. “I love you, Icarus,” she breathes as she lets me inside her.
Fuck, she’s tight. I slowly slide into her scorching pussy. She cries out a little as I bury myself fully in her tightness. I hold myself deep before starting to make love to her. When I push all the way inside, her hips come up to meet me. She grinds her clit against my pelvis on each of my downward movements.
I start to drive inside her quicker, with more powerful strokes. She is crying out. I can feel her walls drawing me further in. I can feel every inch of her hot, wet pussy. “I’m going to come,” I warn her. The feeling is so incredibly intense.
“Come inside me,” she pleads as I fuck her harder and harder.
I remember just as I start to come that she’s not on the pill. I can’t stop now. I’m shooting wave after wave of my hot ejaculate deep inside her fertile womb. I’m filling her with jet after jet of my sperm. She’s squealing as I empty my hot seed into her. I feel her start to come around me. It is pleasure pain as she contracts around my softening and sensitive cock. She throws her head back and screams as she climaxes.
I collapse on top of her. “Fuck, was that a bad idea?” She struggles to catch her breath. She smiles as I move from her and take her in my arms. She shakes her head, answering her own question. “We’ll have beautiful babies,” she echoes my words, sighs happily, and snuggles closer into my arms.
I hold onto her, vowing that I’ll never let her disappear from my life again.
St. Claire has commitments so we have to leave for Toronto the same night. We lay in each other’s arms all day. Our private world. Only big enough for she and I.
We both thank the Countess profusely. The Countess radiates with her triumph. She’s jubilant at bringing us back together. We have to promise to call often and visit.
There is a throng of reporters waiting at the airport for St. Claire when we arrive. “Do you really want to spend the rest of your life with me?” she asks as security ushers us towards our boarding gate and protects us from the Paparazzi.
Without hesitation, I nod. “Yes.”
St. Claire adopts a wicked grin and calls to the waiting Paparazzi. “Brandon and I are getting married. We’re engaged!” They go wild. It is a frenzy. St. Claire looks at me with those emerald eyes and smiles. I have never been happier in my life.
Tuesday, Day 30
I started this journal by saying there is no better way to wake up than having a skilled mouth on your cock. I was wrong. There is no better way to wake up than having the skilled mouth of the woman you love on your cock. I look down as St. Claire takes my hardness between her lips. This is bliss.
A Few Final Words…
Fuck, just fuck.
That seems like a good way to begin.
I’m Rachel St. Claire. You might know me from this journal.
I wanted to take this opportunity to set a few things right.
First, my favorite movie isn’t “The Wizard of Oz”, it’s “National Lampoon's Vacation”. I don’t know where Icarus pulled that one from, I really don’t.
Second, Icarus claimed that when meeting me he didn’t believe in love at first sight, but if he did, it would have been love at first sight when he first saw me.
I do believe in love at first sight. I loved Icarus the moment I saw him.
Icarus also writes a lot about my emerald green eyes. Did you find yourself counting how many times? Fuck! It must be said that Icarus has the most beautiful deep blue eyes that I have ever seen. I was completely lost in them the first time we met. Like drowning in an ocean. A glance from him can still send shivers up my spine and an electric shock to my clit. I’m vulgar, Icarus would exclaim at that last sentence. But he does have the power to make me wet with a look. A kiss and I’m done for.
And about my complete lack of knowledge of the female reproductive system. I better say something about this, right? I dropped out of school young to pursue my career. Wolf had me on the pill at sixteen. I honestly thought you could only get pregnant the week before your period. What a fucking idiot. Kids, stay in school! I didn’t know the swimmers could live for a week inside me. I might pay for my ignorance with about nine months of discomfort.
Lastly and most importantly. When I found this journal… I cried. Wouldn’t you? After I stopped crying I knew I was going to get Icarus back. Fuck, just fuck, I had to calm down first though. I told him you don’t throw a relationship away because of a fight. I believe that. I love him and wasn’t letting him go. I couldn’t get him on his cell phone and I had no idea where he had gone to. I saw an opportunity to get the negatives of those terrible pictures from Wolf. So I took it. But there was no way I was losing Icarus. No fucking way.
That’s about it…
Oh yeah, I am as tight as Icarus claims.
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