“Doesn’t matter. Laughter is laughter, baby.” I made sure everything was turned off, then led Harvest to the bedroom.
“Oh, wow,” Harvest said as we entered.
Since we went straight to the balcony when we got here, she never saw how the room had been decorated.
“It’s our first night as husband and wife, so it was only right that I do some romantic shit. I can’t want you to stick around but not give you a reason to.”
Granted, the decorations were for Ivy and me, but I had plenty of time to tell the front desk not to do it if I didn’t want it.
“But this wasn’t planned for me,” she said as she walked over to the bed.
Two towels were made to look like kissing birds. There was a tray of chocolates on the bed and champagne on the bedside table. Roses filled the floor and bed.
“You really don’t know that. You think I couldn’t cancel all of this if I wasn’t trying to do it for you? And if you look closely, the chocolate is those little nuggets you told me you liked,” I informed her. During dinner, she told me one of her favorite sweets were chocolate and caramel nuggets, but they had to be a specific brand. It was nothing for the concierge to find them and bring them up to the room.
Harvest blushed as she picked up one of the nuggets. She bit a little piece off, then walked over to me. She held the piece up to my mouth as we looked at each other.
“Mhm.” That damn candy was good. I watched Harvest as she ate the rest of the piece.
My eyes stayed on her as she moved over to the bed and lay down. She grabbed another nugget and placed it right on her pussy.
“You want more candy?” The sultriness of her voice made my dick hard.
I nodded. Harvest made the come here motion with her finger, and like an obedient dog, I moved toward her. Since she was up far enough in the bed, I was able to get it in with her. Niggas acted like it was weird to eat pussy on their stomach, but I didn’t give a fuck. Whatever position I needed to be in, I would be in it. I’d swing my fucking feet if the shit got real good. I was a man that was secure in everything about me and everything I did.
I pushed the piece of candy out the way because I didn’t have time to chew that shit. My mouth watered to taste Harvest’s glistening pussy. I got comfortable, then used my hand to spread her open. Wetness seeped out of her as her clit greeted me.
“Hey, pretty girl,” I said to her clit right before I licked it.
Harvest’s back arched off the bed, but she was quiet. I glanced up at her as I continued to lick her clit, but she had her eyes closed as her head thrashed back and forth. No sound came out, but her mouth was open. That was good enough for me; I could tell she liked it. When she placed her feet on my shoulders and her hand on my head, I went dumb in that shit. She tasted so fucking good. Caramel and vanilla were my new favorite scents, thanks to Harvest. From here on out, whenever I smelled one or both of those things, I would think of Harvest.
Harvest had to push me away after she came again. I was latched on to her like I would see the pearly gates if I moved away.
My dick stabbed the mattress the entire time.
I quickly swiped my mouth, then slid back inside of her. She hissed a little, so I knew she was sore. I knew I needed to take my time this go round.
“Look at me, Harvest,” I commanded. I needed to look into her eyes and commit her fuck faces to my memory. I wasn’t one to beat my dick, but I knew fucking with Harvest, it would happen if she wasn’t around. Just her name was enough to make my dick hard. It was unique to her and perfect.
I smiled when she opened her brown eyes. They were low and a little red from the weed, but she looked sexy. “Hi, baby.”
“Hi, Boston.” Her hands were on my ass, trying to push me further inside of her.
“Greedy girl. I wasn’t sure you could handle it still, but I knew you could. You’re my good girl. You like it when all my dick is inside of you. Don’t you?”
Harvest nodded. “Nah, I need you to tell me.”
“Yes. I like when all of your dick is inside of me.” She dragged that last word because she came again.
Number six.
Baby would be exhausted by the time I got done with her.
It was a struggle to get out of bed the next morning, because I couldn’t get enough of Harvest. We had sex, talked, and had more sex until we eventually fell asleep. It was insane how I wentfrom almost marrying Ivy, to being infatuated with Harvest not even a full day later. Being around her made my spirit feel at ease, and it was a little scary. I didn’t want to think about her leaving after our time was up, but I couldn’t pressure her either. I’d deal with the fallout if it ever came.
While Harvest left to go to her hotel to get ready and check in with her people, I checked on a couple of my people and talked to my parents. I also found a local artist I wanted to check out, so I told Harvest to dress comfortably for the day. I hoped being out in public wasn’t too much for her, because I was sure people would recognize one or both of us. It was a risk, but I was okay with taking it.
I decided to wear a hat and keep my jewelry at a minimum to try to be incognito for the day. When I was dressed, Noah and I left to pick up Harvest. She was already waiting outside when we arrived. I smiled as she took a couple of pictures with some teenage girls.
