by Ivy Jordan
“Go ahead, open it,” I urged.
The palms of my hands were growing sweaty, and then my hands started to shake as she removed the bow. Her fingers carefully found the crease in the paper, and she slid a long fingernail across the tape, releasing the package from its binding. I stared at the little brown book with the gold lock on her lap, suddenly terrified that I’d given her something so personal.
“What is it?” she asked, her eyes filled with confusion.
I swallowed hard enough that it was audible. My throat was drying up as I looked up at her and those baby blues. “I know I can’t give you your own memories back,” I started. I cleared my throat and took a deep breath before finishing. “But, I’ve loved you my entire life. I know boys aren’t supposed to have diaries, so let’s call it a journal. I’ve written in it since third grade, when we met. The last entry ever made was after your trip here, just as friends. It will tell you who you were, who you are. The entire book, except one or two other love interests, which I urge you to skip reading, is about you.” I gasped for air. My throat was beginning to close again. Why did I give her that? What made me think she’d want some obsessed little boy’s diary—excuse me—journal, especially since I wrote in it as an adult as well, all about my obsession for Maddie.
Tears fell from her eyes so hard they skipped her cheek and bounced onto her lap, and the book. “This is so sweet,” she gasped, wrapping her arms around me tightly while she sobbed, with what I hoped were tears of joy.
“You don’t think I’m weird?” I whispered in her ear.
“I think you’re amazing,” she boasted, squeezing me tightly into her chest.
Her fingers ran through my short strands of hair, instantly giving me goosebumps all over my skin. That tingling sensation started to explode throughout my body, and soon the blood that had been pumping my heart so fast and hard moved south, enlarging another area of my body.
“You need a bath,” I whispered, standing, and gently pulling her up by her hand.
I guided her upstairs where I’d already had candles placed all around the room. I started the oversized tub, lit the candles, and stripped out of my clothes. I loved how Maddie’s eyes lingered on my cock with such enthusiasm. I helped her undress, slowly sliding her clothes away from her body.
I helped her into the tub and then slid in behind her, letting my erection press into her back as she leaned against me.
Her skin was like silk as my hands caressed her fingers, up her arms, to her shoulders, and then forward to her breasts. I closed my eyes as my hands traced her entire body, embedding her silhouette deep into my memory. Her body melted into me, totally relaxed as I ran the soapy loofah across the places I’d just traced. She exhaled, pushing more of her weight onto me, and increasing my arousal as the rough loofah grazed her hardened nipples.
I reached behind me and hit the jets on low, filling the tub with bubbles from the small amount I’d added before we’d started our soak. Her in my arms like this, I could do it forever. I wanted nothing more than for this very moment never to end.
“Tell me something you wrote in your journal,” Maddie requested.
“Wouldn’t you rather read it?” I asked.
“No, I want to hear it in your voice,” she insisted. I reached for the journal that was placed just behind me on the shelf. “Just open any page,” she instructed.
It had been so long since I’d even looked at what I’d written, it was a little intimidating to just pick something so random. Her head turned, looking up at me as I opened the book. She turned back around, nuzzling in my chest as I started to read.
“Keep in mind, this entry is from when I was only fifteen,” I chuckled.
“Okay, so I was thirteen?” she asked.
“Yes,” I replied.
“Maddie’s hair blew like strands of gold on the track field. I wasn’t sure if she came to watch me, or Doug Kline, as we both were competing for the top spot on the team, and most of the school was there to watch. She kept pushing her hair back away from her face, giving me a glimpse of the most beautiful blue eyes, but just for a split second as the wind would roll through again. My heart was pounding so hard, and we hadn’t even started the race yet… wow, I was a corny little dude,” I chuckled.
Maddie’s hand reached between her legs and pushed behind her to my cock, her fingers clamped around my erection, playfully dragging the pre-cum from the tip, and using it to slide her hand up and down my shaft.
I dropped the book behind me, gripping her breasts, and rocking my hips with the motion of her hand. The jets were blasting into my backside, tickling my skin and creating a strange excitement throughout my body.
My fingers reached between her legs, sliding between her swollen lips and spreading them open as one worked its way inside. Sweet moans escaped her lips, her hand worked harder and faster at pleasing me manually, but I needed her to stop. “I want to try something,” I suggested.
She hummed and then squeezed my cock hard in her hand. Oh hell, I can’t take much more.
I pulled my finger from inside of her and pulled her back centered on my chest. My lips sucked on her neck, her earlobe, and then slid to her soft cheek. My hands were massaging the inside of her thighs as I moved her towards one of the tub jets. “Can I?” I whispered in her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped, her body squirming on top of me, grinding her flesh into my cock.
I shifted our position, turning us sideways in the tub and opening her legs directly in front of one of the larger jets. The water pushed hard from the jets, but only rippled as it neared her warm pussy.
My hands pulled her up higher on my chest so I could see her beautiful butterfly unfolded and pink just above the water. Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy.
I moved forward, closer and closer to the jet. The water pressure increased with every inch I moved. Her moans were growing louder and her body twitching as I pushed her ass down into the water, level with the jet, and just a few inches from the strong force.
Her back arched, lifting her tits from the water’s surface, and her moans turned into wild cries of ecstasy. “Do you like that?” I whispered in her ear.
I pulled my hands out from under her, letting her hold herself in place. The stream blasted into her body, spreading her open, and circling her clit in one motion. My hands moved to her breasts, playfully tugging on them as my mouth teased her neck with kisses.
Maddie’s legs slammed shut at the knees with a violent force, and her back pushed hard into my chest. Suddenly she shook, pulsated, and let out one loud moan after another. I let my fingers trail to her pussy so I could feel the powerful contractions from her orgasm.
Her head fell back against my chest, and she worked on calming her breathing. I lowered her back into the water, turning her way from the jet, and rolled her around to face me. The look in her eyes was wildly satisfied. Her lips parted, and I knew she was about to say something. Something that I’d been dying to hear.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Maddie
Isaac’s mouth was lowering to mine, but I couldn’t let him stop me from what I wanted to say, what I needed to say. “I love you,” I uttered, breathless from the powerful orgasm rocking aftershocks through my body.
He paused, his eyes wide and filled with what looked like pain. My heart raced and my breathing picked back up its rapid rhythm as his mouth lowered to mine. His lips were gentle, delicate, and sensual as they clamped onto mine, sucking them into his mouth, and them coming back for more.
My entire body relaxed in his arms. “I love you too, I always have, and I always will,” he whispered, his eyes still filled with pain.
“I want to be inside of you,” he growled as he gripped my hips and pulled them upward on his body. My ass cheeks rested on his hard chest, his cock resting on his belly button, hard and threatening penetration. “Grip it. Guide me inside you,” he gasped.
I wrapped my hand around his large cock, sliding up and down his slippery shaft as he
began sliding me down towards it. I did as he instructed, guiding him inside of me, but he stopped just at the tip. I wanted to push my hips down and swallow him whole, but he held me in place, teasing me. “Please,” I moaned, pushing myself down his slippery chest another inch and him inside of me another inch as well. It wasn’t enough; I wanted more. “Fuck me,” I whispered, leaning my head back onto his shoulder and letting my hot breath blow against his ear. Oh yeah, there was that growl, that groan of excitement I’d been waiting to hear.
“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 wa
s 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.
“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.