She looked out the window so she couldn’t see that I had my eyes on her. I reached for her hand, and she briefly looked my way with a smile that lit up the night and made my heart skip a beat.
“You are amazing, Harvest. On some real shit.”
She looked at me again, and I noticed the wetness in her eyes. I swiped a tear that had fallen down her cheek.
“Thank you. You don’t understand how much that means to me.”
“I mean it too.”
I hated to be that guy that compared women, but Harvest and Ivy were two different people. The energy was different when I was around Harvest. I felt like I was at peace. It didn’t feel performative like it did with Ivy. Ivy liked to post everything on social media. The only thing Harvest had posted on her page since she’d been in Vegas was a couple of pictures with her friends when they first arrived, and a picture from her photo shoot. She didn’t brag or boast that she was with me, even though I wouldn’t care if she did. I wanted everyone to know that she was my wife, but I didn’t want to jump the gun, just in case. If anyone looked at her page, they wouldn’t know that we’d been spending time together. I hadn’t posted anything on mine either, but I never really did anyway. I tried to stay off there as much as possible because I knew people were probably still talking about my failed wedding. I only knew Harvest posted because I had my notifications set to whenever she was online.
The picture from her shoot had numerous likes and men in her comments. I wanted to say something to shut all that shit down but refrained. I didn’t even like the picture because people always noticed the smallest shit. It wouldn’t be the first time I liked one of her pictures, but it had been a while since I had. From a single like, and the fact that we both were in Vegas, people would have automatically put us together.
Our tour only lasted thirty minutes, then we headed back to my suite. I drove us for the night since Noah wanted to go out; plus, I just wanted us to have some privacy.
“If you could have one dream shoot and work with one photographer, where and who would you pick?” I asked Harvest as I drove.
Harvest shifted in her seat, so she was facing me. “That’s easy. America, and the Grand Canyon.”
“Oh, word? Why those two?”
I listened intently to why she chose the two things she picked. I knew America, so as soon as I could, I would message her to see if she was available while Harvest was still in Vegas. Even if it didn’t happen this time, I was determined to make it happen for her.
Harvest didn’t know that I would make all her dreams come true if she allowed me to.
“What that pussy’bout to do for me?” Boston asked as pushed me down onto the mattress.
The date Boston planned was great. We had dinner and talked the whole time, then we went on a helicopter tour of the strip. It was so beautiful seeing it from above. After we got back to the hotel, we showered and got in bed.
My pussy spasmed when Boston asked the question again.
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what I want to hear.” He groaned as he smacked my ass.
“I’m about to cum.” I almost fell forward, but Boston’s grip on my waist tightened, so I didn’t.
“I know that shit. You think I don’t know when that pussy about to talk to me?”
Boston was trying to ask me questions; meanwhile, I was trying to figure out what my damn name was.
As soon as I came, Boston pulled out of me and lay on the bed. He stroked his dick while he stared at me.
“Come sit on it,” he commanded, and I followed.
I straddled his lap, then slowly slid down. My pussy was so wet, so there was no problem with him entering me. I grabbed one of my titties and put it in Boston’s mouth. He licked and sucked on my nipple, which caused a ripple effect on my body.
We moaned together as I rode him.
Boston released my nipple, then sucked on the other one until he said, “Let me taste that tongue.”
Our mouths collided, then my tongue entered his mouth while I bounced on his dick. The kiss was nasty and sensual as hell, making my toes curl.
Boston gripped my ass cheeks like basketballs. “Don’t fucking move,” he demanded as he controlled my movements and fucked me from the bottom.
My moans were loud as another orgasm ripped through me.
“Fuck, mama. Wet that dick up.” Boston continued to slide me up and down his dick. Each time I went down, it hit a spot so deep inside of me that I had to close my eyes.
A few minutes later, Boston came. It had been a long ass day, and it was a good thing I didn’t have anything else to do, because I was tired. Unfortunately, but not really, Boston told me he wasn’t finished with me, so I didn’t get that much sleep, but it was worth it all.
