Jaheim
I admire Harmony sitting across the table from me. We're in Daniel, a French restaurant in Central New York. This is where I spent the last of my birthdays with my parents, and I’ve always come alone.
Until now.
She’s wearing an elegant black dress with off the shoulder sleeves, gold pumps, and a diamond choker. Her hair is loose and rests over her shoulders and all I can think about is wrapping my hands in it and kissing her succulent lips to death.
I've watched her devour every plate placed in front of her, loved watching her face light up repeatedly with every new arrival of perfectly presented food. She's on a chocolate parfait now; I didn't want anything. I just wanna take her home.
This is another new experience for me. Having someone to experience moments like this with is a novelty. I've worked so hard for so long, it's about damn time I spent some of my money on something more than travelling, property, and meaningless sex with submissives.
“Are you enjoying the view?”
I've been caught staring. “Yeah. I love this restaurant,” I tease.
She smiles as she looks up. “Funny.”
“I thought so. I've never taken anyone to dinner before.”
“Really?”
“Really. Just business meetings.”
“You wanna meet me in the bathroom?” she whispers. “I can give you another first.”
“Don't tempt me.”
“Spoilt sport.” She pouts, but I can see she really wants to smile. “This is nice.”
This is more than fucking nice. “It is.”
She finishes her parfait and then reaches across the table to hold my hand. “Really, really nice. And your company is good, too.”
I roll my eyes. “Thanks.”
“The bathroom would be nicer, though.”
“Princess...”
She laughs sweetly and I smile back at her. She's so fucking beautiful. She's regained all her weight now, too, and she's filling out that dress like hands in a glove. “Don't look at me like that.”
I smirk. “Like what?”
Her eyes lighten. “Like you wanna spank me and eat me up, all at the same time. I'm already wet.”
Jesus. “Harmony...”
“I can't help it. You're sexy as fuck.”
I adjust my dick, having sensed her arousal. “I'll—”
“What? Bend me over this table and spank me?”
“Would you like that?”
“I love everything you do to me.”
“Is that right?”
“Uh huh.” Her breathing's changed and the flush in her cheeks gives her that innocent yet filthy look I love on her so much.
I stop a passing server. “I need the bill...”
We get back to the suite at The Four Seasons just after nine. Harmony goes straight for the cases and begins to unpack the rest of our things while I sit on the couch and watch her. She wanted to do it earlier, but I was eager to get out into the city, so as much as I wanna grab her and make her focus on me, I leave her to it.
I flick through the TV channels on mute but end up watching her instead, tormenting myself with the way she bends over here, leans down there, and how her dress rides up her thighs when she reaches up to hang my suits in the closet.
The more days we spend together, the more I'm captivated by her. Thank God my life will be long, cuz I won't ever have enough time to spend with this woman.
“All done,” I hear her say, pulling me out of my daydream.
“Good. Come here.” I stand up and push the small, glass table to the side so she can stand in front of me. She's still wearing her pumps so she's not that much shorter than me now. “What do you wanna do now?” I ask her, sweeping her hair off her shoulders.
She rests her hands on my chest. “What I always wanna do.”
I exhale slowly, trying to gather my thoughts. “How about we do something different?”
She blinks. “Different? Like what?”
I turn her around so I can unzip her. “I was thinking...” I slide the dress down her body until it hits the floor and she can step out of it. “…maybe...” I plant kisses along her shoulder and feel her shudder against me. “…I could...” I turn her back around and take in the sight of her white lingerie against her dark skin before raising my eyes back to hers. “…make love to you.”
She inhales sharply. “Is this soon?”
I nod. “Have you got your cousin’s blood with you?”
She frowns. “Ella put it in my bag. How did you—”
“Your Dad told me.” I shrug off my jacket and throw it somewhere. “Your turn.”
She works on my shirt; I expected her to rush, but she doesn't. If anything, I think she's nervous. Her hands shake while she releases me from my pants and boxers so I can discard them, too. She's been wanting this, begging me for it, but now I feel as though she ain't ready.
I hold her hands, bringing her attention away from my dick to my face. “Hey, we don't have to do this. We can wait. It won't change anything between us.”
“I want to. I'm just... nervous.”
“So am I. We'll go slow, alright? You're in control of this.”
She nods. “Okay.”
I sit down on the edge of the couch, deciding I need to relax us both as much as possible before we do this. I reach for her hand and pull her closer, then run my hands up her thighs until they rest on her hips. “What do you want me to do, Harmony?”
She weaves her fingers through my hair. “Touch me.”
“Where?”
She takes my hand and rests it between her thighs. “Here.”
I raise my touch higher, knowing she's wet before I even feel it on her lace G-string. She smells divine like she always does, and I have to calm myself down so I don’t rush this.
I stroke my fingers over her lace-covered pussy and look up at her. “Like this?”
“Yes...”
I slowly rub her, and her panties edge inside her slit. “You smell so good...”
She breathes deeply and takes an unsteady step forward. I can hear her heart racing like mine, but I take my time, touching her all over, feeling her clit swelling as she becomes more and more aroused.
I consider tearing these panties off her but she keeps telling me off for ruining her clothes, so I slip them down her legs instead, helping her out of them when they reach her gold pumps.
I bring her closer and she rests a hand on my shoulder when I lift one of her feet onto the couch beside me. I slip a finger inside her, watching her as I find her cushioned spot to caress it.
Her hand moves from my shoulder to my hair as she closes her eyes. “More,” she breathes.
I push another finger inside her heat and press harder. She's soaked as always and it's not long before my hand is covered in her essence, so I lean forward to devour her and her moans become more frequent, her hips rocking to grind her pussy against my face.
“Baby, so good...”
I part my fingers inside her while I suck and nibble her clit. I need to make sure she's really ready for me before I get inside her. It’s gonna hurt her at first; I still remember the way she looked at me and the way her body trembled when I entered her the first time we attempted this.
Shit, so much has changed since then.
I reach up to squeeze her breast while I suck her juicy lips and pump my fingers in and out of her, slowly, making sure I keep hitting that place inside her that makes her moan my name. And soon, I feel the first clench to my fingers as she starts to cum.
I keep my mouth where it is but keep stretching her with my fingers. I wanna be inside her so fucking bad, but the thought of hurting her is tearing me apart inside. So much so, my dick waivers.
I won’t hurt her. I can do this shit…
I sit back on the couch and bring her with me. She clings to my body while I unclasp her bra so I can toss it like the rest of our clothes.
I kiss her shoulder and briefly close my eyes. “You ready for me, Beautiful?”
She pulls back to look at me. “I’m more than ready. Safe word?”
I shake my head. “No safe word, Princess. If it's too much, just tell me to stop.” I don't wanna bring that shit into this, not for our first time. I wanna remember only her when I look back on this moment in years to come, not the life of control I’ve lived through before her. This is the start of something new, for both of us.
“I will. I promise,” she says before she kisses me.
I push my tongue in her mouth, sharing her taste with her. She sucks on my lips and tongue and my dick immediately gets straight back to full strength again. Chocolate and Harmony is always an intoxicating combination, but this time, it’s more.
She sits back to position herself above me. Both our hearts are pounding; we both know how big of a moment this is. Because as much as we’ve been waiting for it, we need to be careful.
I rest one hand on her hip and the other around my base, and then I feel her lower, taking the head with a gasp.
She rises and I stroke myself all through her crease. My mind’s already fucked up from the seconds I was in her. “Go slow, Princess. We ain’t gotta rush.”
She rests her hands on my chest. “I’m not. I won’t.”
She lowers again and inhales deeply. I groan, too, taking my hand from between us and placing it back on her hip, relaxing back against the sofa and planting my feet on the ground to resist the urge to take control of this. But it’s hard not to, cuz all my senses seem more heightened; even her scent is stronger.
I wanna touch her so badly, to caress her skin all over, but I need a moment to get my mind right. I need her to set the pace so I know her limits. I’m determined not to hurt her, no matter what it takes. I can’t. I won’t. I’d never forgive myself if I hurt her, and I know it would take me a while to do this with her again if I did.
“Boo,” she whispers in a moan.
I look up and my dick throbs as I watch her close her eyes and work me in. The way her walls feel around me is like nothing I’ve ever felt. I couldn’t compare the way she feels to anything at all.
Only perfection.
She lowers and rises slowly, taking me further into her heaven each time. Hell, I close my eyes, too. She feels so damn tight, better than anything I’ve ever felt, but it's more her that I'm doing this with that affects me most, and the way I love her more than anything in this world.
It’s the same way I felt the first time, like the ground has shifted and my world has changed again. I never knew sex could be anything more than what it always was. Yeah, it felt good, but this, with her, this is so much more. This is two people who have been made for each other joining in the deepest way possible. I feel her inside me, under my skin, permanently planted in my heart.
And I truly think I’d die without her.