Chapter 28 Samantha
SAMANTHA
We awake spooning, and it’s like the night after we met. At the hotel, after the sex marathon. Harry is hard again, and it’s just what I want and what I need.
It doesn’t take long because I adjust us and slide him from behind my butt to between my thighs. He stirs some as I hold his head against my hungry clit.
Kissing the back of my neck, he starts to slowly rock.
The brushing against my clit is spectacular, and in minutes, I am gasping. The idea of him fucking my clit is electric and perfect.
I adjust exactly how I need it, panting hard. I then hear, “Knees, now.” I do as he commands, and he lifts my butt up to help. I need him deep inside, and I am dripping wet.
Harry kisses my shoulder, and then I feel his hands tidy up my hair. I know he is not going to plait it, and I suspect it’s going to be used.
“Good morning?” he says, husky and deep.
“Hey,” I say, not completely focused.
I turn back, and he holds my jaw. We then kiss. He plunders my mouth with his tongue, and it’s almost too much.
I feel his hard cock against my butt and anus, and I feel him pull softly on my hair.
“Inside, now,” I purr-demand.
Harry lets my chin go and he straightens up. He then slides two fingers in deep. As I moan, he circles my clit with his expert fingers.
It’s almost too much, and I need his thick cock inside me. All of it. “Fuck now,” I plead.
Harry’s expert fingers and hair-pulling is almost too much. As I feel his hard cock against my butt, I can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck. Fuck me.”
Harry takes his hard cock and lines it perfectly up. He then rests a hand on my shoulder, and his other pulls me by my hair.
He then pulls me back. Back onto his long, thick cock.
“Oohhhhhhhhh,” I moan, unable to breathe and stop myself.
“That’s it, baby, that’s it.”
He pulls harder, and then he helps me out by driving in deep. My pussy is spread wide again, and I am full. Every inch of me.
The hand around my hair holds firm, but his other hand is wet and holds me around my folds and butt.
As he claims me, the sun rises, and it rises like a ball of fire. It does not take me long, and I come intensely.
Our mouths find each other, and Harry holds my jaw as our tongues explore our mouths.
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 brings me 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 scheduled to spend the morning seeing more stunning and natural locations. I’m happy now that the pressure is less.
Also, that we are us, 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.
As we reach the top and enjoy the maple tree, its cascading leaves, and energy, Harry holds me from behind.
It is likely naughty, but I give zero fucks. It is not a religious site. It is simply old. Harry buries his face in my hair and mumbles something. His big hands wrap around me, and I feel wanted, loved, and safe.
“Thanks for last night, and sorry for not being the perfect guy.”
“Yet,” I say.
“Yet,” Harry says, still against my neck.
I turn, and we place our arms around each other.
There is still no one about, and the mist sits in pockets all around us. It is just us and the world.
Harry holds my chin. We finally have space to ourselves. All the space in the world.
“So, what are we going to do?”
“When we get back?” I ask.
Harry nods as he kisses my knuckles.
I shake my head, unsure. “I have no idea. You?”
Harry laughs low as we hold each other. Pulling each other closer, we stand in the rising sun alone. Alone, and as if we don’t want to let go, ever.
I close my eyes, thinking about how I feel. I know it’s fast, but it feels real and amazing. I feel a tear form and hold my man close. As I open my eyes, I see executives coming up the hill through the morning mist. Some have noticed us, and I recognize others.
I talk low, “Harry.”
We step back, and I wipe a wet eye. As we pull away, I tilt-bow my head to the two serious, older men in grey hair. Harry does the same, and then we walk away slowly through the trees.
We could have taken a path that would meet them, but instead we take a longer path, a more private one. It is time for us, and if the deal does not happen, so be it.
Harry is relaxed the rest of the day, and he is like a new man. He is playful, and we laugh. We also have fun between him having to be serious with the executives.
Harry is dressed more casually today, wearing a black polo with tan chinos. It is unlike him, and he is almost normal-looking. The Japanese are still dressed in black suits, and who knows if we crossed a cultural line.
Supposedly, you should ask if you can even remove a jacket when with them, that being the respectful way to interact.
The Japanese execs cancel a long drive up country in a convoy, and we are driven to a fancy driving range on the outskirts of Tokyo. Whisky and Sapporo beer are served, and we all hit golf balls.
I am embarrassingly bad, but Harry is good, even if he has clearly let the deal go.
His defenses are down too, and he is fun to be around. He is not just some overly gorgeous hunk or sex God.
Neither some control freak with a stick up his controlling, hot butt. We laugh, we hold hands, we flirt, and we let go. I am not even coaching him now, and Harry… Harry is becoming a relationship natural.
He either learns ultra-fast, or we, us, flow.
Some of the Japanese executives loosen up as they drink and play golf. They even remove their jackets, which is a big thing.
We figure with the deal gone, they are just having fun, and why not. We gave it our best, and we lost. Harry says he still has a little money in the bank to keep food on the table, and I laugh.
As we play on and Harry teaches me to finally hit the ball with style, the wise old executive fixer walks down from the end.
He has been playing seriously, like the rest of the Japanese, and he has not been drinking.
As he stops to update us and bridge communications, he lights one of his weird skinny Japanese cigarettes.
He informs us the executives think we should dine here, with food delivered from the restaurant below.
Instead of a fancy restaurant as planned and instead of a formal sit-down.
Harry shrugs and tells the fixer-deal broker he’s fine with whatever the executives want. The deal broker bows gracefully and heads off to talk with the team. Soon, Japanese dishes and snacks flow.
More whisky and beer also flow, and spectacular seafood arrives.
We shoot more balls into the night, and it appears a few of us are letting loose and just enjoying the time.
By the time we finish dinner, I am drunk and playful. I even tell the fixer how to stand before hitting the balls. I am unsure if I’m messing up, but we both laugh, and the old man starts to relax.
It’s not as if Harry and I can mess the deal up anymore, and some of the Japanese execs in suits cheer, laugh, and we all make friends.
As things wind up and some of us sway, drunk, we all shake hands and bow.
The fixer then translates and explains.
Explains that the executives thank us and thank us for coming to see their fine nation.
They have still not discussed the deal in detail or at all. I know that is their way, but it seems kind of kooky.
As Harry and I slump into the plush Mercedes, we share a look and shake our heads.
We then laugh about the high stakes and the circus we’ve been through.
The mix of cultures is weird as fuck, and the trip has been one hell of a wild adventure. Thank God, Harry is fine.
Fine to lose a few billion, and fine to do it over a few days.
After walking into our hotel suite, drunk, happy, and slightly confused, our phone rings. It is the Japanese exec deal broker, and Harry hits speaker.
“Good evening.”
“Hello, Harry-san.”
“Hi?” Harry says, preparing us waters.
“Harry-san…”
“Yes.” There is silence, and Harry and I share a look. “Look, is everything alright? Did we do something wrong or offend someone?”
Harry and I hold a look, and I get worried we will be tossed in jail for crossing some line. And maybe kissing at the maple temple or hugging.
Oh God! Jail for love?
“No, Harry-san. All okay. In fact, very okay.”
“How so?”
I lean on Harry’s shoulder, and we exchange another look.
“Executive team like you, Harry-san. Executive team also like Samantha. The deal go-ahead, Harry-san. You and Samantha-san, you have deal.”
Our eyes pop, and our mouths drop open.
“My God, that’s great!”
“Very great. Now, sleep well, and safe fly home. Paperwork coming. You sign next week.”
“Thanks, that’s, that’s great news!”
“Yes, Harry-san, and look after Samantha-san. We all like her, even if she a bit crazy and funny, too.”
I am close to laughing and crying at the same time.
“Good night, and thank you, again,” Harry says, remaining cool and calm as always.
Harry rings off, and we leap into each other’s arms and scream loud!