As I moan and clamp down around Harry, he bucks. He then comes in me, and we shatter together.
Our bodies dance as if one, and they surge as wave after wave of pleasure ripples through us.
Finally, Harry lowers me down, and satiated, he carries me into the shower.
Harry bringsme coffee as I lean against the marble wall and start to awaken. I sip and smell it as he observes me. He is gruff, but he is calmer. His eyes are also just off dark.
His energy has more grace or flow, and once again, I sense he is at one with the universe.
Not forcing it to do as he commands. But at one with it and flowing
“You know, I think I’ll just let it go and see what happens, no more pushing. No more forcing.”
I look at him through the steam and I nod. “May be wise.”
“And if you want to try anything, feel free to coach me and show me how it’s done.”
“How what’s done?”
Harry shrugs. “Everything.”
We share a look, and he is clearly back. The man I first met. I, however, am drained. And totally satiated.
I have been thoroughly claimed. And claimed hard for half the night.
Harry puts his coffee down and he enters the shower. We examine each other in the steam and through the spray. Our eyes exploring every inch and every fold.
Harry walks closer and holds my chin. “I’ve missed you.”
“Me too,” I say, “me too.”
We then kiss gently, and he holds me close. Close and like he’ll never let me go.
We are scheduledto spend the morning seeing more stunning and natural locations. I’m happy now that the pressure is less.
Also, that we areus,again.
Supposedly, we will have a short day, before they make their final decision.
I suspect they will decline selling their entertainment company to Harry and the boys. We had tried, and we had tried for days. It is what it is.
Spending a day with Harry sightseeing is hardly torture.
He is now a different man. Gone is the wired, cold, stressed Alpha-hole. He is far more human, far more caring, and far more gentle. He is also charming and even funny as we drive up country in comfort.
It is hard to know if it was just him denying himself sex for focus or if it was about us, and our unique or rare chemistry.
Time will tell.
As we exit the custom black Mercedes, we walk up the old stone steps to the temple. Orange maple leaves fall, and it is a stunning view. We share a look, holding hands.
It really is gorgeous, and it really is perfect. We arrived before the other cars and executives, and we didn’t do the perfect thing. That was to wait.
We just need alone time, and we need space.
Space for us.
We are also sick of being observed, and both being private, we dislike being on show.
