“No. It’s not.” I take her hand off me and kiss her. “You deserve everything you want, and more.” Then I carefully start to push myself inside of her.
She sucks in a breath but her expression tells me it’s not from pain.
I go until I’m buried to the base and we are both trembling as our lips brush.
I can’t believe this is actually happening. I can’t believe she’s here with me right now, naked under me, flushed and out of breath. It’s got to be a dream, or a vivid hallucination.
Once again, I have to take a minute. If I move, it will all be over. And while I want that with every nerve ending in my body, I won’t be fully satisfied until I’ve pleased Harmony Sonora at least twice, consecutively.
For a few minutes I just caress her and kiss wherever my whims guide me within reach. She parts her legs wider and I manage to get a bit deeper, and soon she tilts her hips in a way that tells me she’s ready for what comes next. It takes my full concentration not to let loose, but then she starts moving and I instinctively mirror her and match her pace, and before I know it my fingertips are pressing temporary dents into her luscious thighs and I’m thrusting recklessly and I’m about to finish and—
She cries my name—my real one—and I feel her pulse around me. That alone threatens to be my final ruin, but I hold still so I don’t disrupt her, savoring the effects of what I’ve done.
As her last spasm fades, my body can’t take it anymore. I spill into her, finally releasing not only the tension that has been building since I started kissing her at my house tonight but the tension that has been building since we met and became mortal enemies.
Do I think it’s a good thing that we had to fight so much to get to this point? No.
But did it make this moment a prize worth waiting for?
Absolutely.
Everything Changes But Beauty Remains
HARMONY
Whatjusthappened?Ican’t wrap my brain around it.
We lie on the sofa in the aftermath of what felt like a fantasy.
Riff—Griffin—really wrote that song about me. I try to remember some of the words.
Didn’t see your point of view,
Heard your song but missed my cue,
Fumbled moments that were real
When I think about that, I start to see where it makes sense. But the way he sang it on the recording, with such nostalgia, and the way he phrased things, made it sound like he was talking about a longtime lover. Is that really how he feels? I guess it has been sort of a long time—enough time to develop regrets, to wish we’d done things differently.
That syncing feeling like we’re almost aligned,
But the timing’s off, yeah I’ve fallen behind,
I’ll make it up to you, eye on the prize,
It’s not too late for us to synchronize
“Synchronize.” Yes. That’s one way to put it.
Thinking about all we’ve done tonight, how he touched me, what he made me feel, my face warms.
We shower together but as soon as Griffin catches a glimpse of his cum dripping down my leg, he’s instantly hard again. This time, I don’t allow him to be selfless; I corner him against the tile and kneel in front of him and take him into my mouth. He acts like he wants to resist, but my lips around his cock make him too senseless to keep up the charade. It’s probably not even half a minute before he comes again.
After we actually wash up and get out and dry off, standing in the space between his bedroom and the attached bathroom, I’m still wrapped in a towel while he pulls on a new pair of boxer briefs.
“It’s a shame you don’t have anything clean to wear,” he teases. “Guess you’ll just have to stay naked.”
“Well I do have the towel.”
