“Harlow, you do know I want you and me. A relationship. The full works. You are everything to me.”
Tears pooled in her eyes, as I slid my thumb under them, waiting to catch them in case they fell.
“We just have to watch ourselves, Johnny first, babe.”
The first tear fell, and as I swiped it away, I placed her onto my lap, whilst making sure she knew what she did to me.
“Do you want that, too?” I asked with an added wink.
“Hmm, let me think…” she taunted me, tapping her forefinger against my chest. “Of course, I want you, too, but Elijah, boyfriend duties involve keeping their girlfriends full…”
She stood up, taking steps backwards as she carried on.
“Before you dare try it…” I said.
As Harlow tried showing her playful side, my control took hold, pulling her back towards me into my arms. She gave me a smile that melted my heart before letting go. Even though my cock would’ve been screaming at me for making that decision, this woman seriously had a death wish, pulling her coat on and a scarf and hat, knowing the chill was kicking in outside, from the noise the trees had started making, whilst handing over my coat, she was eager to go back out. Grabbing her by the waist and spinning her around, I rubbed noses with her, before planting a single, delicate brush like kiss on her lips making her moan at the sliver of contact.
We were out the door and walking towards the harbour, deciding to grab a bite to eat along the beach front, apart from the undeniable fizzle of chemistry with a portion of chips each. The place was deserted apart from the odd dog walker who was too preoccupied to pay attention to a duo looking at the night sky. We ensured we had enjoyed most of the evening, not knowing where the minutes of the day had passed away. It had just flowed seamlessly and naturally; time hadn’t seemed rushed at all, just the perfect beginning to the start of our relationship.
Hot salty chips and a dash of vinegar with an old-fashioned wooden fork, was a perfect staple in these parts of the region. Nothing like chips with those added accompaniments. Plus, Harlow getting those all-important scraps at the bottom to crunch away on, as we walked along the beach front, with the breeze hitting against us. It knocked us off our kilter in the twilight night, lighted by the way the twinkling streetlamps were placed. The number of times I nearly threw caution to the chips in my hand and that wind, for knocking her in one direction, straight into my path, was amounting up to an uncontrollable amount of desire building. It was as if the stars above, were speaking the truths to me, laying her into my side. Telling me to forget everyone else’s thoughts and feelings and just make sure that we both explored ours. We would in time that was certain. At that moment, every second was being spent building our strength together. Not just as a unit but to talk to Johnny too, but until then, I was going to enjoy this.
Heading back, I felt like the cat who got the cream, the gold top, the best one that money could buy. The sultry smirks she gave me as she swiped her tongue across her lips before pulling it between her teeth was hot as fuck. She knew how to work my fucking mind to oblivion. Through the use of reading my signals now, she had become a master of seduction. Stepping through that door, I had never felt more comfort, knowing the risk of the next step was not to be seen by anyone but us, as I finally allowed the words out.
“You can lick somewhere else if you want to, instead of that lip that you seemed to enjoy on the way back?”
Grabbing my hand and shooting me a determined look of admiration for calling her out, her legs moved in one direction towards the stairs.
“Shall we head to bed now… let you have your fill?”
“Tease, tease me, my darling.”
Gathering her luscious locks in my hand, I grasped and pulled her head back, to show the beautiful curve of her creamy skin, so her neck was visible at a succulent angle. Weighing up my options, as to whether to divulge in that protruded groove and nibble away to my heart’s content, knowing it would drive her wild. Or taste those delicious succulent lips; one option always outweighed the other. As my mouth dived in to claim hers, the wetness and heat consumed each inch of my soul, as I worship the mixed pressure linked within my being. Nerve endings fired up within me, screaming to escape the wild tornado that had been created, as we thrashed our tongues against each other. Delving deeper, pushing each other further, whilst giving back as much as the other took. Panted breaths ran through our bodies when we both released our grasps of one another, and both our vision attempt to focus back into reality.
“Only if you catch me?”
Allowing Harlow those vital moments to get a head start, my reaction was quick behind her, as I took the stairs two by two, and I approached the direction of our rooms. I thought she maybe indecisive with which bedroom to take, but her sass just fought through.
“You caught me, I noticed.”
“I would always catch you, wherever you went.”
With her hand poised on the handle of her door, and one last subtle look at one another, she opened it, leading the way for us both to enter. We both knew only one bed upstairs would be shared tonight, it wasn’t a point of discussion that we needed to have. Just something we both automatically knew. The headboard would be rocking, which for once, I was thankful her bed was against her outer wall of the house, without neighbours hearing. I wasn’t sure if that had even crossed Harlow’s mind though, as all I could think about was rocking my girl’s world. Sleep was for the weak and every moment I could spend with her was being maximised to the limit, to her very excitement. The feeling of contentment and purity masked the air, and I just hoped this bubble of serenity remained that way.
Thirty-Seven
Harlow
These feelings were surreal.I couldn’t have remembered a time when I’d felt this way about a guy before, allowing my natural inhibitions to have let loose. Emotions, humour, and even the basic instincts of comfort had broken down the barricades I had built, showing my true perceptions. Maybe I had enough of unexpected expectations of how I was meant to have reacted with men to realise this was different. It wasn’t like it had been with other men. Maybe it was just Elijah and his charms?
I felt I’d been able to have released my natural self, and he managed dealing with any situation accordingly that was thrown at him. He made sure that what I felt was normal, that acting the way I did, was nothing to be ashamed of. The most shocking of all… he made me feel loved. Even though I was scared, I hadn’t wanted to admit this whirlwind of emotion to myself, never experiencing it before, but nothing else could’ve explained it. I knew I couldn’t add the complication of telling him yet. The risk of rejection, of his love not being returned, existed even more so now. Deep down a fine line between love and hate had been crossed but I didn’t know when it happened.
Could I have loved Elijah for some of that time, rather than hated him?
When did things change?
The butterflies in my chest morphed as if they were fit to burst. I didn’t know when that happened or changed, but they did at some point. The fact that they did, was all that mattered. That when I let him chase me up the stairs, he stood watching my moves, not assuming anything at all. Letting me guide us and take control of the direction to go.
What guy does that?