Chapter 21 Harlow
Harlow
I’d created art, painted portraits of intimate scenes, and experienced euphoria many times because of this woman—but none of it compared to how gorgeous she was, or the sounds she made as I pulled an orgasm from her. I never realized how sexy it was to listen to the woman I loved moan my name.
Now it was time to hear it again.
I wrapped my hands around her ass, digging my nails into her flesh as I flattened my tongue on her pussy, licking and exploring her with my mouth.
This was something new that I hadn’t done with her before.
I was scared it wouldn’t be good, but I learned that sex was about trial and error.
I took what we did before and used it in this new position.
She brought me pleasure time and time again, but now it was my turn to return the favor.
The tip of my nose hit her clit as I explored her center.
“Fuck,” she moaned. This was a sound I wanted to remember forever.
I wrapped my lips around her needy clit and sucked hard as her body tensed.
She was close to falling apart, but I didn’t want to lose this moment so I stopped, dragging my tongue back down her core.
Caterina groaned, moving her hips against my face.
Caterina glared at me, her fingers flexing against the wall of the plane. I smirked against her pussy as I teased her with my tongue. “Harlow, I am going to do unholy things if you don’t put that wicked little mouth on my pussy and make me come.”
She was so bossy, but I loved it. I dove back in, and she tasted divine.
Sweet, with her natural musk. Being between her legs felt like paradise, and I was painting a portrait with my tongue.
Art was already healing and poetic, but this form would always be a memory ingrained in my mind.
I needed to get this on a canvas so I could remember it forever.
The fortunate thing about this moment, though, was I could always have her recreate it for me when we got home.
Her thighs shook violently as her orgasm barreled through her like a hurricane.
I lapped her release up, cleaning every last drop before she pulled away from my face and straddled my hips.
Her chest was heaving and her pert nipples were hard.
I wanted my mouth on them, but when the pilot came over the loudspeaker, I knew we didn’t have time.
My tongue brushed my bottom lip as I smirked up at her.
She gave me a look that made my knees weak.
I was the one that just gave her an orgasm.
She should have jelly legs, not me. “You’re wicked, bellissima.
” She leaned forward, grasping my jaw as her lips hovered over mine.
“Lucky for you, I love it. Now it’s time to show my beautiful wife the city she dreamt about becoming a reality. ”
Sex was becoming less of a painful memory and more of a journey of self-discovery with the woman who made my heart sing. I would spend this time enjoying New York, but also exploring myself, my sexual fantasies, and teasing my wife.
New York at night was breathtaking. My mom always watched crime shows based in New York that showed the skyline, but nothing could compare to seeing it in real life.
The night air was cool against my skin as the city sang below me.
Tears rolled down my face as I took in the awe-inspiring view.
I never thought I would see the city my mother and I dreamt about with the woman who gave me the world.
My fingers curled around the railing as I looked into the night sky.
“I made it, Mama, and it’s gorgeous,” I whispered into the night.
The cool night air was replaced with Caterina’s warm embrace as she wrapped her arms around my waist. “What are you thinking about?”
I nodded, still entranced in the skyline. “My mom used to talk about New York. She wanted to experience the city for herself, but we never got the chance.”
“And now you are here for her,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.
“It feels like she’s here with me, enjoying this moment.” I leaned my head against hers as our fingers intertwined. “Caterina, I never saw something so beautiful.”
She kissed my cheek. “I have.” My cheeks heated as I turned in her arms and wrapped my arms around her neck. “The stars do not compare to the beauty I see when I look into your eyes.” “You really are a sap.”
“Don’t tell anyone. It will ruin my reputation.”
“It’s beautiful here.”
“Careful now, I might get jealous if you keep calling the city beautiful.” She kissed my nose. “Remember, I’m more eccentric than this skyline.”
I rolled my eyes. “Uh huh.” I turned in her arms, my back against the railing. “You’re lucky I love you.”
“Good, because I love you more, Mrs. Moretti.”
Caterina looked at me like I was everything. I didn’t know how I got this lucky to have a woman who made my dreams come true. She was healing the parts of me that she didn’t destroy as the days went on and showed me the true meaning of love.
We watched the nightlife together in silence.
Being with Caterina was enough for me. She made my heart happy, and she was making my dreams come true.
I could never repay her for everything she had done for me.
She loved me. She dealt with my trauma and my panic attacks without looking at me with pity.
Love didn’t heal everything, but she was healing a heart she didn’t break.
I already knew I had a long way to go before I was truly okay, but I knew Caterina would be there with me the entire time.
I knew this was a vacation, but I wished I had brought my painting supplies. The skyline was inspiring me. “Can you stay like this?” She arched her brow as I ran into the bedroom and grabbed my sketchbook and pencils.
Caterina smiled at me as I opened my sketchbook and started to sketch.
It would be charcoal greyscale, but it would get the message across.
I sketched her first, capturing her pose before adding in the little details.
Caterina was the perfect inspiration. She was breathtaking.
I found beauty in things, but Caterina’s soul illuminated like the evening sky. She was art and my favorite muse.
A few minutes later, I had a rough drawing finished with Caterina and the New York skyline.
It would be enough to inspire me when we got back home and I could paint the scene with vibrant hues and capture her features perfectly.
I turned the sketchbook around so she could admire the work.
If I drew stick figures, Caterina would think it was the best thing ever created.
Sometimes I felt like she was biased about my art because she loved me, but everyone had kind words to say.
There would be no more fear. Yes, I was still paranoid that Vincenzo would take me, but Caterina would find me.
I would continue my training with Natalya and learn more to defend myself.
This time, I would work harder and better to make sure I could defend myself.
God forbid they take Lizzy or someone else again with me.
It didn’t matter if it was a stranger; I would protect an innocent woman.
When I was with Vincenzo and he brought me to his house, I heard crying and screaming before, which was confusing because I thought Vincenzo only brought me to his house.
I never found the source, but one day the screaming stopped.
Asking him was pointless, because it would lead to more pain and he never mentioned anything.
Sometimes I believed it was the first girl he tried to have, but it didn’t work out—except nothing with Vincenzo worked out. He was a monster.
“Hey,” Caterina called out, pulling me into her. “What are you thinking about?”
I sighed, setting my sketchbook to the side. “Vincenzo had another girl in his house when he first brought me there.”
Caterina’s brows furrowed. “I don’t recall any other reports about Vincenzo keeping women at his home. It was always his club or warehouse. You were the only one I knew about being in his bed.”
I cringed. “He never said anything. I wish I would have tried to look or do something. She’s probably dead.”
“And it will be another life we avenge. I promise, Harlow, he will pay for everything he’s done to you and every other woman.”
“I know, now take me to bed, Mrs. Moretti. I want to fully enjoy New York and forget about life until the sun rises.”
She grabbed me, pulling me into her arms bridal style. “Your wish is my command, bellissima.”