Chapter 8
I had to stop myself from nutting each time Harvest came.
I needed to make sure we were on the same page before we were finished.
We shared our health records in the car when we left the restaurant.
She also informed me she was on birth control.
I wouldn’t be mad if it failed either because I was ready to build a family, and I wasn’t against it with Harvest. I also knew she had a good career, and a baby would slow her down, so we would wait until she was ready.
Of course, a family was important to me, but having a partner that wanted a child was even more important.
We needed to discuss parenting styles and things like that.
Before I got ahead of myself, I looked down at my dick gliding in and out of Harvest. The way she coated my shit made me even harder.
My shit glistened like a freshly glazed donut.
“You gonna stay with me as my wife?” I asked as I slowed my strokes. I lifted one of her heeled feet and kissed her ankle where her anklet rested.
“Open your eyes, Harvest, and tell me you’re going to stay my wife,” I demanded.
I didn’t necessarily mean forever, but I wasn’t opposed to it.
“At least the thirty days. Can you do that for me?” Just the tip of my dick was inside of her, and I felt her squeeze around me.
“That’s all I’m asking for.” I inched a little more inside.
“I want to put us both out of our misery, but I need to know that you won’t leave me yet.
” It probably sounded like I was begging, but I didn’t care.
I felt like God placed us in each other’s paths at the perfect time.
Of all times for us to cross paths, this was when it happened.
Coincidence or destiny? It didn’t matter; we were here now.
I slid the rest of my dick inside of her just as she cried out, “Yes. God. Yes.”
Number four.
Harvest came four times. A woman that could cum multiple times like that was a weakness of mine. If a woman could cum and had good pussy, that was fine with me. But a multiple comer was chef’s fucking kiss.
“Thank you.” I leaned down and kissed her again. It didn’t take much longer before I was letting off inside of her. I pecked her lips while my dick twitched.
When my dick finally slipped out of her, I scooted down some and laid my head on her titties. They were so damn soft.
“I want to go inside, but I’m too damn comfortable,” I told her.
“Same.” The only sounds were the waves and the nighttime bugs. We were so far up we could hardly hear the traffic.
We lay there for a few minutes until I got up. I stood, then helped Harvest up, especially since she still had on her shoes.
“You were about to be harvesting my seeds.” I joked as we entered the suite.
“Stick to the music, sir, because that was corny.” Harvest laughed as she bent down to remove her shoes.
I closed the balcony door, then walked up behind her. Since she was in the middle of bending down, I smacked her ass. “You laughed though.”
“Yeah, at how corny it was,” she said as she moved her shoes to the side.
“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 went from 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.
Harvest wore black leggings with a black shirt that showed a sliver of her belly, with a long-sleeve plaid shirt over it, and sneakers to match.
She wore her hair in a half up, half down style with diamond stud earrings.
She talked to the girls for two more minutes, then walked toward the car.
I quickly got out and opened the door for her.
“You really came out looking this good?”
Her gaze traveled down to her feet as she played with a loose strand of hair.
“How are you a model and you act shy every time I compliment you?” I asked once we got in the car.
She spoke to Noah before she responded. “I get compliments from men and women every day, but it hits different when it comes from you. I guess because I like you. It’s like you look at me differently from other people.
I feel like I could just be Harvest around you.
” She shrugged and played with the small bag in her hand.
“Because you can be. I want to learn all parts of you. I want you to be comfortable enough to show me the parts that are reserved for your friends and family. I want to be the space for you to share things you may not have even shared with them. Secrets, dreams, fears, I want to know all of that. I know all this is fast, and it’s going to take time; I just wanted that to be known.
” I lifted her hand and kissed the back of it.
I smiled when I noticed she still had her wedding ring on.
It made me feel good that she was at least giving this thing a real try.
“Okay.”
A little while later, we arrived at an open field. There were different vendors set up and bouncy houses for kids.
“This is like a little festival, huh?” Harvest asked as Noah found a spot to park.
“Yeah. Are you okay with this?”
“If you are, then I am. I guess that’s why you have the hat on and dressed like a YN.” Harvest giggled.
Noah laughed at her joke, and that caused her to laugh even more.
“First of all, forget both of you for laughing. Secondly, I look cool.”
“Okay, cool guy.” Harvest joked, and Noah joined in with her again.
“Y’all not going to be ganging up on me. Let’s go before I change my mind.” I opened the car door, then helped Harvest out.
“Aww, did we hurt your feelings?” Harvest asked as she pinched my cheeks.
Children ran around, screaming and laughing. Different scents of food wafted through the air. There was a singer on stage, but it wasn’t the one I came for. The girl sounded good, so maybe I would check her out too.
“No, you didn’t hurt my feelings, Harvest.” I kissed her lips, then grabbed her hand.
“You look cute,” Harvest complimented as we walked toward the festivities.
I told Noah he could go do his thing because I was sure people would really recognize me if they saw him.
“Where does Noah go at night? I meant to ask you that last night.”
I chuckled at her question. “He goes to his room or whatever. You thought he stood in front of my room door all night?”
She shrugged. “I figured he has to protect you around the clock.”
We bypassed the food and vendors and went straight to the stage. We were able to find a spot off to the side where we still had a good view but wasn’t in the thick of things.
“And run the risk of him hearing your melodic moans? Nah, those sounds need to be just for me,” I whispered and ran my finger down the side of her neck as small goosebumps formed.
Harvest’s eyes darted around the crowd, but no one paid attention to us.
“Boston, you can’t be saying stuff like that in public.”
I noticed the way Harvest’s breathing changed and her cheeks turned a rosy color. I moved to stand behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
“Why not, Harvest? It makes that sweet pussy wet when I talk to you like that?” I teased as I rubbed the exposed skin on her stomach.
“Boston.” She lowly moaned my name.
The first singer finished her set, and the one I wanted to see came out.
“Let me stop teasing you.” I kissed her ear. “This is the singer I wanted to see. If she’s interested, I may try to sign her.”
Harvest slightly turned in my arms and looked at me. My heart raced as I gazed into her eyes.
“That would be a good look. She sounds so good. I’m surprised no one has signed her yet. Good luck.”
“Thank you, baby.” I kissed her perfectly glossed lips. “I feel like with you here, I can accomplish anything.” I winked at her.
“Sir, don’t gas me up.” Harvest giggled.
“I’m being for real, though. I just feel like you may be my good luck charm.”
“We shall see.”
Harvest and I tuned back into the singer.
When she performed a cover of a popular song, I sang in Harvest’s ear as we swayed to the music.
The whole time she giggled, but I loved to see her smile and the sounds of her laughter.
She seemed so free, and that made my chest swell for being able to give her that space.
I kept Harvest in my arms until the girl finished.
Instead of trying to talk to the girl, I made a note to reach out to her or her team to set up a meeting.
I wanted the focus to be on Harvest, so we spent some time at the festival.
People noticed Harvest and asked for pictures, and she took them with everyone that asked.
I tried to play the background so nobody would notice me, and as far as I knew, no one did.
Some of them looked like they knew it was me, but nobody said anything.
Harvest informed me that her friends were leaving, so she wanted to spend some time with them before they did.
I knew she would be staying longer, so we parted ways for a little bit.
She also informed me she had an upcoming photo shoot, and she needed to get ready for that.
While she was gone, I set up some things for us to do, and I reached out to the girl’s team.
The time Harvest and I spent so far had been great, and I couldn’t wait to spend more time with her.