Read Crossing Boundaries (Cape Falls) Online
Authors: Sam Crescent
“What’s so funny?”
“There is no way you’re getting me into a bikini. I won’t even wear a full swimsuit,” she told him.
Dean stared at her and then glanced down at his purchase.
“All right. If you don’t wear this, I won’t show you my swimwear and anything else will be off the menu. We’ll go back to the house and work on your story,” he said. He replaced his purchase in the bag and made to move back up the path.
“Wait. Are you serious?” she asked.
“Do I look like I’m telling some kind of joke?” he said.
“No. We can still do other stuff. You don’t need me to be wearing a bikini for that.”
Dean was shaking his head. “Not good enough. I want you to wear the present I brought.”
“But I’ll look awful,” she protested.
He cupped her cheeks and laid a gentle kiss against her lips. She tried to deepen the kiss but he wouldn’t let her.
“You won’t look awful. I want you to see how beautiful you are to me,” he said.
Laura hated him and loved him all at the same time. She didn’t want to wear the small scrap of a bikini. Taking a deep breath, she walked around him and began undoing her blouse, button by button.
Dean stood away and she felt his eyes on her. She placed the blouse on the boulder, followed by her bra.
“Wait. Take your skirt and panties off first,” Dean instructed.
She unzipped the skirt and it fell to a pool at her feet. Next she dropped her panties.
“Turn around,” he told her.
Laura turned around and gasped at how close he’d come.
“You’ve got an amazing body. Feel what it does to me,” He took her hand and pressed her palm against the bulge in his jeans.
“Never mistake how beautiful you are,” he said to her. Dean leaned down and picked up the bikini.
Her heart burst as he knelt at her feet and she stepped into the panties. He pulled them up her legs and when he’d placed the panties on her body, he squeezed her ass. He pulled the top part out and she saw the straps wrapping around her neck. She lifted her hair and waited as he placed the cups over her full breasts. She blushed as she saw he’d picked the right size. His fingers tied the straps around her neck. She took a breath and turned around.
“Purple is a wonderful colour on you,” he told her.
She waited as he pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his jeans. He wore a pair of swimming trunks and Laura couldn’t help but laugh. Dean's trunks were printed with a yellow duck on the front.
“I thought that would lighten the mood,” he said.
Laura couldn’t stop laughing and wrapped her arms around his neck. Dean joined in her laughter. He picked her up and twirled in a circle with her in his arms.
“I love hearing you laugh,” he said.
A squeal escaped her lips as she felt him pick her whole body up with one hand under her knees and the other supporting her back.
“Put me down,” she yelled.
Still in his arms, Dean crossed the small bridge over the stream and along the mass of grass. “I know it’s not a built-in pool, but this is the best I could do.”
Laura stared in front of her. A large circle shaped swimming pool lay in the centre of what felt like the wilderness to her.
“I didn’t know how big this land was,” she said.
Dean chuckled and explained, “The house isn’t very big, but some people don’t like having this as part of their garden and being near the outskirts of town. It works well for me though.” He put her down.
“It's beautiful,” she whispered.
Dean helped her into the pool and the rest of the afternoon she spent languishing and relaxing. Though every time she got a glimpse of the yellow duck she burst out laughing.
“I think I’ve got the best solution for your giggles,” he said. He did some shuffling and went under the water. His fingers dangled the trunks off his finger and he let them fall out of the pool and onto the grass below.
Laura was speechless.
“Will the lady follow me?”
She smiled and untied the straps of her bra and then pulled her panties off and walked to where he stood in the pool. She checked to make sure the pieces landed in the same location as Dean’s.
“You’ve got me where you want me, now what?” she asked.
He took her in his arms and kissed her.
Laura moaned and wrapped her hands around his neck. His tongue brushed along her lips, teasing her open. She submitted to his onslaught and opened her mouth. The taste of coffee and cinnamon erupted on her tongue. Her fingers then grasped the small hairs at the back of his head.
When he pulled away, Laura smiled. “You’ve been eating the cinnamon buns I made,” she said.
“I can’t get enough of them. Just like I can’t get enough of you.” He lifted her in his arms and carried her out of the pool.
Laura held on and kept her gaze on him, drugged by everything about him, his hard exterior and loving personality. The yellow duck on his trunks was a perfect example of his sense of humour.
Dean laid her down on her grass and he followed, lying on top of her.
“I want you again,” he groaned.
“Have me, Dean. I’m yours. Only yours.”
His fingers found her wet warmth.
Laura opened her legs and gave her body, heart and soul to the man above her. There was nothing he couldn’t ask that she wouldn’t give. Every passing second she spent with him made her more aware of how much loved him, strong, powerful and totally unexplainable. She’d read many books where love could be explained in the most factual of terms. There was no explanation for the beating of her heart and the way she craved being with him.
Dean leaned down and kissed her, exploring her lips and loving her with his tongue. Laura lay and ran her harms up and down his naked back. She couldn’t believe this man was all of hers.
“I want you,” he growled and bit her lip slightly. “You’re mine. All mine.” He didn’t seem to be talking to anyone but himself.
She smiled at his possessiveness. Her slit was wet and leaking more of her cum.
Dean replaced his fingers with the tip of his cock.
She leaned up and watched as he played with her clit with the head of his cock.
“I can’t wait,” she told him
He moved down and she felt the tip of his cock as he pressed inside her, the delicate tissues of her cunt spreading to accommodate his thick length.
“You’re still fucking tight,” he said.
She felt his hands go to her waist and then he gripped her hips and plunged deeper inside her. Laura opened her legs allowing him to go as deep as possible.
“So tight and wet,” he said.
“You won’t hurt me,” she assured him. She wanted him to make love to her body. For him to give her everything he had to offer.
He flung his head back and took her at her word. His dick surged inside her. Laura reached between their bodies and fingered her clit. She’d read something similar in one of his books and she wanted his to be thrusting inside her as she released.
“Fuck, yes. Play with your clit,” he said.
Laura touched her clit, the touch light as his hips moved, pushing in and out of her. Their rhythm changed. Their need to reach the point at the top of the cliff and tumble over was fast upon them. Dean’s thrust became harder and faster making her gasp and she came apart in his arms, her screams muffled by his lips as he kissed her, absorbing every sound. She withered under him and Dean got wilder. His nails sunk into the flesh of her legs. He pulled her legs up and placed her feet around his neck, plunging inside her. The sound of flesh hitting flesh was the only sound to be heard. She could tell he was close and with one final fuck inside, Dean tensed and she felt the pulse of his cock expand, his seed shooting inside her cunt.
Dean collapsed against her and held her in his arms.
“That was amazing,” she whispered.
“You’ve seen nothing yet,” he told her.
Laura snuggled against his side, content and happy to be with the man she loved. Dean’s words elicited many erotic thoughts. Her future felt content.
Chapter Thirteen
Over the next couple of weeks, Laura spent most of her time writing in her diary. She couldn’t believe how much paper she’d used from writing about her thoughts and feelings.
Her diary was the one salvation she had in her hectic life. She was either at the library or Peter kept her company or she was with Dean. There wasn’t one second left for herself.
Dear Diary,
Our affair has begun. Every spare moment I get I go to his house and we fuck for the whole night and into the early hours of the morning. Every time I think I’m spent, Dean will touch me and the fire is awakened.
My stories are taking on a more erotic edge because of it.
I want to do so much with him. He’s my world. Our time down at the pool was one of many. When we’re in the same room, nothing can stop our passions. There is nothing we can’t do. I watch couples pass me in the street and at the library and wonder if they’ve experienced the same passion and lust I feel in the arms of my lover? I’m amazed. Dean Riley is my lover.
He’s considerate and kind. He always makes sure I reach a climax when we’re together. I’ve got to write them down. When I come home it’s like I’ve imagined our time together. The only way I can feel they’re real is writing my experiences in this book. Be prepared for some heated words.
The time in his study:
Today we decided to work in his study. He’s close to finishing his manuscript and I’ve still got to learn more skills if I want to become a writer.
A few seconds pass and I glance up. Dean is staring at me. I blush and go back to working on my story. The next time I glance up and see that he’s still staring at me.
On the third time, Dean is still staring at me.
“
Come here, Laura,” he says. I hear the change in his voice. His voice grows deeper and his eyes seem darker to me, like an animal who has scented his prey.
I get up and walk over to his desk.
He doesn’t say anything and I watch as he moves the computer out of the way. His hands go under my skirt, and he pulls the flimsy panties I am wearing down my legs and I step out of them. With his hands on my hips, he pulls me in front of him and sits me on the edge of the desk. My heart is pounding and my sex is weeping with cream. Not speaking any words is highly erotic.
He lifts the skirt and exposes my pussy to his view. He places my legs on each of his thighs. Dean then sits back and stares at my exposed flesh. Having a man stare at your private parts is amazing.
He doesn’t do anything for some time and that’s when it dawns on me. I’d written a similar scene in one of my short stories, right after watching an erotic thriller on the television. This has to be that story. It’s about a woman who sits on the boss’s desk and can’t do anything until he gives her instruction. The reality is a lot better than I’d imagined.
His fingers start at the bottom of my legs and work their way up. Each touch is slow and drawn out. By the time he touches my cunt, I am panting on the desk.
“
You’ve such a pretty pussy,” he says.
Seconds pass and his tongue replaces his fingers. I watch as his head moves over my mound. His fingers spread my pussy open wide and I gasp. His teeth nibble on my clit. He moves away and takes my hands, allowing me to open myself to him. I watch and feel as his fingers penetrate me. I come with his fingers inside me, his tongue licking my clit. my juices spreading all over his face. He stops only when I beg and plead with him to do so.
He unzips his pants and his large cock replaces his fingers. He fucks me on his desk, hard and fast. In no time at all he climaxes and we lay on his desk panting. This isn’t about love; but simple gratification.
“
I’m never going to look at this desk the same way again,” he said
Later, he took me to the shower where we made love again, more tender and sweet than any other time before. Dean fulfilled one of my stories
Dear Diary,
Today we travelled out of town and he took me to one of the towns he writes about in his books. Nothing sexual, though. It was the town where he grew up. His parents had died a few years ago and I learned that they had him later in life.
We had dinner at one of his favourite restaurants and we talked the whole time. He then took me to his school. We didn’t go in as it was closed for the summer. I couldn’t believe the sight of it though. He told me the town had suffered during the last recession and they made do with a small budget. I couldn’t believe how different Cape Falls could be. Barely anyone in my town got pregnant without a man at their side, where here I saw quite a few women on their own. When I asked, he told me that with different towns, different views were taken.
Cape Falls still held on to their historical heritage it would seem. Unmarried couples weren’t allowed and men were still pushed toward the church. I realized the unspoken rules I was breaking by being with Dean. I hadn’t thought about what people would think. Would they accept our relationship if we were to go public?