“A girl can look and admire her boyfriend, can’t she?”
With a flick of my hair, I twirled around in the opposite direction, making sure my arse was at an angle, pointed towards him as I swayed into the kitchen. There was a picnic basket filled with surprises that I prepped, two separate fondues, savoury and sweet, whichever took our fancy. Artisan slices of bread and fresh fruits, marshmallows and nuts, an array of culinary pleasures. I had placed a bottle of wine and pack of beers in the fridge, just in case one of us preferred something different whilst I considered what else I needed to do.
With everything decided, the last thing left was the film choices on my list, old-fashioned I may be, but you couldn’t beat DVD’s; everyone had seemed to now have moved on to subscription services. I thought I’d made Elijah set everything up, then at least I would’ve got a good view of his arse in the process, just keeping my hands in check would’ve been the bigger issue. I had three choices in line, with a gut hope for the one I’d have liked, but I would’ve compromised once I saw his reaction.
“Getting much work done?” I asked as our eyes locked on one another whilst the heat from his glare bounced off my skin and he nodded in response.
“Well, would you like to see what I have in store for the rest of the day?” I asked, whilst allowing my eyes to trail over the length of his body before I walked over as heat flooded my core.
Forty-Two
Elijah
Harlow’s mindreading skills had always amazed me, the way she had found this magic power of how to read people. I just didn’t realise how quickly she would master my emotions. Grateful for her not pushing my fragile state when she woke proved how fucking lost I would be without her. Comfort was what I needed, not any type of comfort, though, just hers alone, and she could see that. The beautiful woman knew enough about me that I just needed that solidarity for my thoughts.
With work, though, she wasn’t going to leave me to my own means, it seemed she had cracked on to her brother’s etiquette and structure. Knowing I better actually commit to what was set, Harlow made every effort to hide away, just to give me that important time to focus. With a promise that if I behaved, an afternoon for us would be my reward. I never expected anything spectacular, to be honest, just spending any given moment with her, that was a fantasy turned reality. The boiler pipes turning on was the perfect opportunity to have grabbed some more appropriate attire. It didn’t feel right potentially working naked from the waist up. Knowing Harlow was only feet away, the urge to have stayed undressed and waltz into her pounded through me. The obsession with watching her gracefully running her fingers all across her body when all I wished to do was to have taken over myself. I had to draw the line and force myself to remain committed. Making an effort and grabbing my frames from their case, I made a meticulous level-headed approach, putting my strategy in place.
I looked at the capital letters and used them in helping me advising the level and efficiently of replying to each email. The emails bounced through the World Wide Web as my routine clicked into place, as each email was dealt with it was a moment closer to being with my girl. A reward for such a hard job in which I know I should’ve done earlier even if I had been preoccupied. Who wouldn’t have been distracted with a girl as sassy and confident like Harlow and that bubbly attitude of hers knew exactly what to do to make my length as solid as a rock? Fuck me, that cute smile or button nose of hers had me lost in her presence and only she existed. I abso-fucking-lutely loved how she came into the room, making me feel owned. I felt like I should’ve had a leash. Then to give me back that attitude until I had finished what I had done, just wow. My balls were tingly at the sensation of what she was doing to me. I had been too captivated in Harlow that I hope there wasn’t anything of any importance in those last few emails. I just typed whatever random thoughts linked to the opening few words I could pick out. I was fucked, though, if I was meant to have invoiced them something or requested an item.
I packed work up for the day, excited to finally have time with my girl as she sauntered in with her arms full, my eyes fixated on the need of prowling over to assist her. The uncertainty in her face screamed out at me of why I was heading her way. I wouldn’t have given a fuck if she’d unleashed her sass on me, yes independence was important, but she needed to understand that she was able to lean on me, too. We’re a team. Picnic basket and the alcohol was all I was allowed to touch, with the explicit promise of no peeking until she allowed me to. Harlow walked in with fondues in her hand, as I peeked from behind my hands noticing the excitement spilling from her pores. She announced her list of plans; demanding Harlow was becoming one of my favourites of her personalities.
“First things first, mobile phones set to silent. I don’t want either of us disturbed with one of these beauties.” She waved the three films in the air not giving me a chance to have grabbed the titles.
“Deal, why would I want to be disturbed with you here anywhere, hmm?” I asked as Harlow slid her phone into her back pocket and I placed mine on the side table.
I tapped the pout of my lips with my fingers, dying for her touch as Harlow leant forward kissing my lips before my eyes caught a glimpse of the flash of black. Did my eyes just deceive me or was that what I thought it was? I leaned forward allowing my fingers to run along the edge of the bra strap and she drifted back into my arms.
“Film first, then play,” she said as she passed me the selection of choices.
Turning to sit down, her seductive voice hit me deep in the chest.
“Elijah, all I’m going to say is yes.” She grinned widely and flicked her strap to make me notice.
If Harlow wanted a challenge, then two could’ve played that game. I shook my arse, whilst bending down and placed the film on that I thought would suit us both. A romantic comedy to assist around her laid-out delights she had prepared.
“Film and food play. I thought that would be a great reinvention of our past,” she stated, as I eyed up the mix of chocolates, caramels, and even savoury options.
Harlow had outdone herself with the options. I poured two glasses of the chilled wine I had opened up and we clinked them together. I pulled the table closer and her into my body. Contentment had never felt so right. Feeding each other dipped foods and drinking wine had made foreplay a game. The temptation to dribble chocolate sauce along that lip boundary was a move I wanted to take. Harlow’s awareness knocked when I shuffled her backwards slightly, as the strawberry missed her mouth and grazed the edge. Diving my thumb in to clean the area, I aimed to suck it clean, but she beat me to the job, pulling it directly into her mouth and swirling with her tongue.
I struggled holding back the groan in the back of my throat, until it took control and let rip causing a ferocious hunger to expel. Flipping her onto her back, I knelt, overshadowing her form.
“Did you know black was my favourite colour?” I asked as my hands trailed down her body and underneath the indent in her back, massaging her arse. “Harlow, I was yours the very first moment I saw you again. But fuck, that night, walking away when you stripped down to that lingerie was the toughest thing I had to do.”
“Well then, you better assist me in a problem I have.” She smirked, as I whipped the jumper off above her head noticing the naughty twinkle in my eyes lighting up as she pushed me back onto my heels. “This lingerie may need a helping hand.”
My hands ran across her breasts, and I cupped them in their restraints.
“I’m so glad I’m alone with you, now you need fewer clothes,” I said standing up and with haste, eliminated every piece of clothing that stood in my way.
Forty-Three
Harlow
Elijah had mademe weak at the knees and I was thankful for being pulled close into his side. The casual chemistry of naturally working in sync alongside each other hadn’t gone unnoticed by either of us, but the sexual chemistry continued to fizzle. The mix of films I had left out had given us a few options in which way this afternoon could have gone, but he had picked the precise way I would have. Romance and comedy were a sure winner and just seemed to fit the vibe that had been laid. Action would have flipped the fixation planned and horror, well need I say any more on that subject? I would be hidden behind the cushion, a shaking wreck the whole way through. Not for the reason I had hoped for either.
Food was always a must-have with a film, but popcorn just didn’t seem to fit the bill for what I had concocted. That afternoon, I wanted to have fun and enjoy ourselves, just live a little bit. To realise we could actually just relax together in each other’s company.
“Harlow…”