24. Harlem
HARLEM
EXPLOSIVE PROPOSITION – LABOR DAY
Today was a chill day where most of us spent the day on the beach swimming, relaxing, or back at the villa taking naps. We would all be flying back home tomorrow, so we had nothing on our itinerary today. I kept it open so that everyone could chill and move at their own pace.
I knew that things would really be hectic for Baby and me once we returned to Cherokee Springs. We had been away for two weeks, and we had barely checked on our businesses, leaving it to those we designated to handle things.
Baby had a little more difficulty in that than I did, but she handled it. The property management firm I worked with and the project manager I contracted oversaw all my real estate business while I was away, and Raque and Isaac were in charge of the shop in my absence.
It was harder for Baby because her staff was new. Yet, she decided to trust Naina to oversee the bakery while she was away, with her parents stopping by to check on things sporadically. The second bakery was on hold for now.
We had just showered after waking up from our nap, and we were getting ready to head down to the beach for dinner. I had explained to Baby that we were having a final dinner with our crew before we left the island, and after dinner, we would watch the fireworks show.
She was excited about that and had been anticipating it all day. So had I, for other reasons.
“You ready?” she asked, stepping out of the bathroom and hooking a gold earring in her ear.
My girl was cute as fuck, looking at me with liquid gold eyes.
I often laughed at how her eyes changed based on her mood.
Sometimes, they were the rich, luxurious brown of cognac and expensive brown leather, and other times, they were a lighter, softer brown, like gold.
“Yeah, I’m ready. Ready to bend your fine ass over this couch and take it hard and slow.” I gripped my dick as my eyes homed in on her.
She pointed a finger at me. “You’d better watch that. In those cotton shorts, everyone will know what’s going on in that head of yours.”
“Which head?”
“Both,” she replied, pointing to my actual head and then at my erection.
She wore short black shorts that had a ruffle down the right hip and thigh.
The shorts gripped her booty perfectly like two hands were holding a couple of grapefruits.
The black and white pinstriped bustier crop top had me damn near drooling over her cleavage, and my baby’s legs went on forever in the zebra striped Manolo Blahnik high-heeled sandals.
“Bring your fine ass over here,” I ordered, licking my lips.
“Can you please fasten this?” she asked, walking over to me holding her trinity pendant necklace to her neck.
I fastened it, and she stared up into my eyes. “Thank you for this,” she professed, touching the three rings of white, yellow, and rose gold hooked by eleven beautiful diamonds that rested at her neck.
I pulled her against me hard and whispered against her lips. “You can show me your gratitude by letting me get a taste of that pussy.”
“We’re going to be late for dinner, babe.”
“No, we won’t. At least I’ll be well fed,” I replied, working the zipper hidden by her ruffles down her hip.
“Harlem, babe.”
I pressed my fingertips against her lips and slid my other fingers into her shorts and panties. “Just a taste, Baby.”
She bit her bottom lip and whimpered as I slid my fingers inside of her wet flesh. “Harlem.” She released a soft moan as I kneeled before her. I pulled her panties and shorts down and off one leg before I placed that leg over my shoulder.
Baby gripped the kitchen counter as she spread her legs apart, and I slowly drew her clit between my lips.
My tongue flickered over it, and she thrust her hips forward.
I nuzzled her pussy hairs while my tongue massaged the tight bundle of nerves that caused her to shriek and push up on the tips of her high heels.
I smirked as my gaze locked with hers, daring her to move away.
Her nails dragged across the counter as she popped her hips forward and then rocked them in tight circles.
She was so wet, and all the denial that she had given me before went out the door as she moved one hand to the back of my head and locked me in place.
The more that I worked my neck, the weaker she became until she squatted and took her rightful seat on my face. I spread her lips further and dug my tongue deeper inside before I gracefully cupped her ass cheeks to give her a more solid foundation while I indulged in my meal.
The wetness of her pussy juices slipping out and coating my face, and my tongue slurping her up, echoed throughout the kitchen.
Baby threw her head back and circled her hips until she was rubbing her pussy all over my lips, beard, and nose.
She drenched me as she squeezed the back of my head with one hand and held her balance on the counter with the other.
“Oooh fuck, Harlem! Mm. That feels so good, boy. Ohhh, you’re eating this pussy so good,” she cried out.
She bounced up and down, her ass smacking my cheeks, and her pussy drowning me. I showed my appreciation for what she was doing by sucking her until she was dry and clean.
When she climbed off me, she was heaving and huffing harder than I was. I stood and pulled her to me. “Damn, li’l baby. You acting like you put in all the work.”
“You saying I didn’t?”
“Not all of it. My tongue caught cramps with the way you bounced on it.”
She giggled. “Are you complaining?”
“Not at all. I’ll catch all the cramps in the world for a drop of your juice, girl.”
“Boy, let me go wash up.”
“You’re gonna have to change your outfit.”
“Why?”
“Because look at these shorts. What you think that sticky stuff is? Your li’l ass squirted everywhere.”
“What am I gonna wear, Harlem?” she whined.
“The white Chanel minidress that I bought you.”
“I just thought it might be too dressy.”
“No, babe. It’s perfect.”
“I just don’t want to look crazy.”
“You won’t. I promise.”
I followed her so that I could clean up, too, before we headed to the beach for our dinner.
After we cleaned up, and she dressed in the designer dress that I purchased her and a pair of gold sandals, we headed down to the beach where the dinner was being held. It was hard for me not to express my emotions, seeing how beautiful she looked tonight.
“It’s so beautiful and romantic, Harlem,” Baby declared as we came upon a display of flower petals shaped in XOXOXO to symbolize hugs and kisses.
“I wanted our last night here to be memorable.”
Just beyond the flower petals were candles lighting our way down a path to where the others sat at their individual tables. Before we arrived at our table, there was another display of flower petals that spelled out, “I love Tegan.”
Baby stopped long enough to turn to me with teary eyes.
“What are you crying for, beautiful?” I asked, tipping her chin up.
“Because you go out of your way to make everything so special and a momentous occasion for me. I appreciate you and the way that you love me, Harlem.”
“It’s because of how you love me, Baby, that I want to love you this way. You let me protect you, cherish you, and spoil you, and I don’t have to fight you to do it.” I brushed my lips over hers and sweetly kissed her before we traveled further down the beach.
When we arrived at our table, there was a single candle in the middle of the table with rose petals radiating outward to create a starburst effect.
“What’s this?” Baby pointed at flower petals of two overlapping circles that created interlocking rings. They were placed just in front of our table.
“Circles.”
She gave me major side-eye. “I can see that, but what’s it for?” she asked as I helped her step into the space that overlapped.
“It stands for unity and eternity,” I explained as we stepped out of the circles and moved to our table.
“Aww, it’s beautiful and so sweet, Harlem,” she declared, giggling and looking at the other girls. She waved at them. “Hey, y’all.”
“Hey, girl. Finally made it, I see,” Nicole declared, winking at her.
Despite the fact that the sun had set, I could still see Baby’s face turn red from blushing.
She turned sideways in her chair to face Nicole. “Honey, barely. This one was—”
“Aye, come on now. Can’t a man and woman have anything sacred?” I asked.
Baby and Nicole both laughed as Eli and CJ both replied, “I know, right?”
“You look gorgeous tonight, Baby,” Courtney called out from her table.
“Thank you, boo. So do you.”
“Babe, we should all pull our tables together so I don’t have to feel like I’m shouting at my girls.”
“Nah, I have it just the way that we need it. I think all the couples need a little private time tonight on our last night. Besides, we’ll be hanging together after dinner when we check out the fireworks show.”
“Okay,” she replied, bobbing her head as the servers came.
Five waiters all descended upon the five tables at once, bringing everyone their orders.
We had enjoyed a beach barbeque earlier in the day thrown by the bars.
We had barhopped to each one to sample the food and drinks they were serving.
It was all part of their Labor Day celebration, and we had eaten our share of barbeque.
Tonight, I ordered something different for Baby and me. She was having the grilled salmon skewers with the miso glaze, and I had basil butter grilled lobster. She had a seaweed and cucumber salad along with herbed potatoes, and I had a cucumber gazpacho salad and risotto.
We talked about how she wanted to move forward with the cooking classes, the online bakery, and the new location after we returned. She shared that she worried it might all be overwhelming trying to do so much at once.
I wiped my mouth with my napkin and reached for her hand and rubbed my thumb in the center of her palm. “Baby, I didn’t mean to overwhelm you by giving you a second location.”
“You didn’t overwhelm me, Harlem. You just breathed life into my dream.”