Chapter 13
HARLOW
Hey, Harlow,
Happy we both survived the holidays; I mean with our families.
Albeit, my brother and I timed the turkey frying wrong, yet we all came out in one piece.
It was a surprise to see your social media post where you staged your bikini on a mattress next to a towel and your book…
an olive-green bikini. How original. That’s good you’re back in writing action.
Just double-checking, you don’t basically write what you and I do, right?
And if so, I should just make it dirtier between us.
So, I was thinking. Well, not really thinking, since I hit that button on the screen at high speed, but I booked a ticket to Florida. We have no clue what we’re doing and left things unexplainable last time, although we couldn’t stop grinning. That’s a good sign.
I’m assuming I have a place to crash and can save my money for a lingerie shopping spree. Don’t worry, I’ll head straight for the olive-green section so you can take a photo of the lace lying on your bed for social media before you give me a private showing.
I would say that I hope you don’t mind my not giving you a choice on having me as your houseguest, but I know you enjoy being commanded.
-Stone
Uh-oh, Stone,
Someone is very presumptuous. But of course, mi casa es su casa. And you’re right, we are two clueless souls.
Is this all like a hockey pinch? When you attempt to make a gamble as you want to win my puck? Yeah… I can already hear you saying that you will literally pinch me.
You’re in luck. I don’t think I want to be alone in my bed, and if you are offering your services, then I’m not sure you need to bother with lingerie, I just plan to stay naked. On the other hand, my wrists might need to be constrained…
-Harlow
Tsk tsk, the belt tying was going to be my surprise.
-Stone
Icould re-read his emails a thousand times. We’re not a texting couple, we write letters because we are a sappy couple, apparently. Text messages are for practical reminders. Letters are for words that will carve into your heart.
My heart. Why does that come to mind?
Blowing out a deep breath, I wait for Flo to work her magic as I lie down.
She whistles, impressed. “You were sure in a rush, demanding I fit you into my schedule for your wax. Someone has plans,” she remarks as she gets the wax ready.
I prop myself up on my elbows. “Well, Stone is coming in a few days, and I’m sure we have plans.”
Flo snorts a laugh. “I’m sure he will be coming.”
I gawk at her for her joke, but admittedly, it’s funny.
The holidays have passed, and I think he got his uncle-of-the-year award.
I saw my folks down in the Virgin Islands and kind of kept myself busy the past few weeks with writing.
When Stone wrote that he had booked a ticket to come see me, it was an easy decision.
I can’t wait to see him. I’m happy he’s making the effort, even though I’m not sure what the effort is for.
“You know, Harlow. I think it’s really great that you have a brightened face and more bounce to your step. Who knows, maybe it can go somewhere.”
A feeling dips in my stomach. “That’s the hard part. We’re more than a fling but nothing serious.”
I flinch when I hear a rip and there’s a brief sting against my skin, but this is all in the name of a good cause.
“Whatever it is, then enjoy it. Will I get to meet him?”
I shake my head. “Probably not. He’s only here for a few days, and, well, I kind of hope that we are occupied, except for maybe a walk on the beach and having dinner by the ocean.”
“I bet.”
A thought stews in my head as I stare at the ceiling. “Maybe this is all another blow from fate. Throwing me another obstacle. Giving me a preview of what a normal relationship could be again, only to tear it all away for some reason.”
I turn my head to see Flo contemplating with her lips pursing out, maybe even hesitating to say anything, but then she does. “Nobody knows what will happen, Harlow. That doesn’t mean you shouldn’t take a chance. What if you miss out on fate throwing you the perfect card?”
“I’m not sure I’m so lucky.”
Flo works another waxing strip off with a little more force, and I yelp. “Sorry, trying to knock some sense into you.” She flashes me a contrite smile.
I can’t think about it all anymore. Time is ticking anyhow, and before I know it, Stone will be here.
My house is very different from Stone's place. Mine is one story, with two bedrooms, and a few blocks from the beach. It’s simple in style yet with a few knickknacks.
Stone follows me in, as I picked him up from the airport, and in the car, we caught up and I gave him the window tour.
The greeting kiss knocked me off my feet, literally, he tipped me back to kiss me deeply.
But now the air has thickened because we have privacy.
“This is my humble abode,” I say as I throw my keys into the basket on the side table.
“I figured tonight we can eat in and tomorrow book a table somewhere. You eat seafood, right? I normally just order a salad or veggie burger. My friend Flo is desperate to meet you, but I figured we could save that for another time maybe.” I do my best to avoid his eyes because I’m a little nervous.
The good kind that sends butterflies to my stomach.
Stone sets his suitcase down and kicks it gently to the side. “Good plan.” I begin to walk toward the kitchen, but he is quick to touch my arms from behind. “Show me the bedroom, Harlow.” His hot breath hits my ear, and boom, I’m sinking into the arousal that’s been building. “Now,” he grits out.
“This way, please,” I play along.
“You said please. You might need to say that again when you're begging,” he informs me.
I want to laugh, but he isn’t joking.
The moment we get to my room, he turns me around, only to push me onto the bed. “I need to be inside you. My hand has been working overtime lately.” Stone is already whipping his t-shirt off, and I’m quick to follow by taking off my own clothes.
Taking a moment to admire his body, my jaw goes slack. “God, you have a body that I very much enjoy seeing every single time as though it’s the first time.” I begin to back up on the duvet until I’m near the headboard.
I want him inside me just as impatiently as Stone wants it. He crawls onto the bed naked, and even though I left my panties on, I did so with purpose; I like it when he rips them off.
My knees come up, and I rest my feet on the mattress. My intention is to tease him by dragging my fingers down to my breasts. “Touch me, Stone.”
His eyes glimmer with mischief, and he tips his head slightly to the side. “Not until I watch you play with your clit to show me what you do when we’re apart.”
We kiss hungrily before our game continues.
I wasn’t expecting that, but I’m here for it. My fingers slowly move lower until the tips of my nails circle along the edges of the fabric while my knees butterfly out. My eyes align with the vision of Stone stroking himself.
Bringing the fabric of my panties to the side, I catch him by surprise. He inspects it closer, and his brows rise. “Fuck me, you are… unexpected.”
“You like?” I say as my long finger begins to circle around my bundle of nerves.
“I’m not complaining.” His knees meander forward slightly as he closes in, as if I’m prey. “I’m going to demand one day that we video chat so I can watch you play with yourself while thinking of me.”
I slip a finger inside myself, and his eyes darken with more heat. “I much prefer you having a closeup in person.” I hum a moan.
He tuts once before taking hold of my legs to roughly drag my panties down right before he rests my ankles on his shoulders.
“I much prefer licking you before I fuck you.” He dives down to plant his tongue between my folds, and I feel more arousal dripping from me as my clit throbs.
I’m nearly there, and then he stops. “Fast now, slow later.”
He grabs the condom that he threw on the bed earlier, and I’m woozy in ecstasy when his tip begins to explore inside me, getting covered in the proof that I need him. Then Stone plunges into me.
He groans, his face gratified. “You always fit me like a glove. Tight because you’ve been waiting for me all these weeks.”
My hips begin to roll, and his palms hold me still before guiding me with him. I moan, and my back arches up. He’s pumping into me as he sits on his knees and I’m lying on my back. We’re joined purely by my legs wrapped around him and his cock inside of me.
“I need more,” I rasp.
I begin to clench my walls around him, and Stone drops his head. “Harlow, you are a very good girl. Milking me because you want me to come while I’m inside of you. Is that what you want?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Say it, Harlow.” His gaze pierces me.
“I want you to come so hard while you’re inside of me.”
He smirks before his two fingers reach down to toy with my clit to help me along the ride.
Having Stone inside me feels a million times better than any substitute in my drawer or my own fingers. I don’t want to leave this bed while he’s here. I’m addicted, and I’m a woman free to explore.
All the reasons I barrel down a hill into a crashing orgasm, with Stone following quickly behind. He takes a moment before he lowers his body, staying inside me, while he rests his arms by my sides to hold his weight while he floats above me.
“I’ve missed you,” I breathe as I feather my fingers through his hair.
“I plan on making you prove that all night. I’ve missed you too.”
I look down, and he peers up to ensure our eyes hold, right before our grins grow until they hurt.
“No point in showering. I need you on all fours in a few minutes.”
“At your service, Stone.”
We walk along the beach, hand in hand. Maybe it’s too sweet for us, but when I interlaced our fingers, Stone just squeezed tighter.
“Admit it, you’re a snowbird, relieved to have some low 70s weather,” I tease him.