Chapter Fifty-four
Later at night, Harry and I made a bonfire on the beach. There were other tourists who joined us, especially those who had tents with them. It was a wonderful night. We had deep conversations with strangers about life and sang along with them, especially Christmas songs. I even borrowed a guitar and performed the song I've written.
"Bravo!" The guitar owner said, clapping his hands. He's a man with a mustache, long curly hair, and amber eyes. He looks like Matt; maybe they are twins or related. "Did you write that song?"
"Yes, I did," I replied. "But it's not well-developed yet. You know, I'm just starting to play the guitar."
"Still, it's good. I hope you'll keep singing. I can see your potential to be a great singer," he said.
"Thank you. That means a lot." I smiled and returned his guitar.
We sat around the warm orange flickering of the bonfire. The rest of the world is dark, yet our faces are lit up by it. The vast ocean and the twinkling stars in the skies reminded me how vast the universe is. The soft kiss of the wind and strangers bringing smiles to our faces reminds me how graceful life can be.
Harry and I sat beside each other. I can feel his warmth, almost hear his heartbeats in the silence of the night. The tourists had already gone to their tents, and we were left alone by the bonfire. Harry finally stood up. "I think it's time to go home. It's not good to stay here in the cold."
I stood up. Harry offered to carry me on his back. He's such a gentleman. He carried me to the hotel. Darcy was napping at the counter when we passed by. She must be very tired. We got into the elevator and did something a normal couple would do there. When the door opened, we continued kissing as we stepped outside until we reached the couch. Harry gently pushed me to the couch and towered over me, claiming my lips down to my neck and breasts.
"I miss your body so much, darling," he said, kissing me hard while pressing his body into mine.
I let him do what he wants. If it can make him happy, then there's no need to resist. I moaned as he used my body, squeezed my buttocks however he wanted, cupped my breasts, sucked my nipples, and bit my neck like a vampire.
Harry didn't bother asking my permission to undress me as if he already knew I wouldn't complain or stop him. He removed all my coverings, as well as all his coverings, until we were completely naked. We played on the couch, rubbing our bodies against each other's, igniting the fire of passion within us.
Harry put his feet on the floor, standing up. "Ride on me, baby," he said.
"Uh, okay." I stood up and watched him position himself on the couch, spreading his legs and holding his erection. I couldn't take my eyes off it. I badly want it inside of me. I didn't waste any second and got on him. "Ahhh..." I moaned, feeling his tool slipping inside my hole.
"Ahhh yes... You're so tight, baby." He leaned on the back of the couch, his hands on my hips. "Are you ready?"
"Uh," I said.
Harry started moving his thighs rhythmically, up and down, pounding my hole, making a clapping sound as our bodies hit against each other's. His cock skidded off my hole several times, but he immediately positioned it again and went harder and faster. He breathes heavily and groans. I laid my hands on his shoulders and kissed him. I feel something inside of me is starting to grow. I moved up and down on him while he groaned and grunted in pleasure.
"Uh yes, baby, I love you," he gasped, meeting me with his rhythmic movements. He suddenly stopped, wrapped his arms around me, stood up, and made me lie down on the couch.
Now he's standing in front of me, his left hand on my belly, while the other is on his erection. "You're so deliciously wet, my dear," he said, putting his finger on the lip of my front and rubbing it gently, making me lose my mind as he penetrated it with his finger.
"Yeah, I'm all yours, Daddy," I moaned.
He slides his finger inside of me and starts moving it in and out; the fluid makes some squirting sounds. He stopped and then thrust his finger deeper, making me groan in pleasure.
"You like it?" He asked, grinning.
I nodded. "Yes, ahh, I love it, Daddy, don't stop," I said.
He smiled triumphantly and continued stimulating my front with his finger. I moaned and convulsed when he added another finger. "I love how you expand for me, baby. Keep it up."
"Ahh... Yeah." I'm almost breathless, but Harry continued moving his fingers in and out. He finally stopped and pulled his finger; my fluid spurted, dripping from his nails. He opened his mouth and licked it like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted.
"Open your mouth, darling," he said.
I opened my mouth obediently and he put his finger in. "Suck me, baby. Ahhhh... Yeah." He circled his finger in my mouth. I sucked his finger like how an infant would suck his mother's nipples. Mmmm, delicious. He gently moves his finger in my mouth. Fuck me, Daddy, mmm, yeah. "That's right. Good girl." He patted my head, his way of saying, Good job. Now for the price.
Harry held his erection with his hand, with the same fingers I sucked, the same fingers he used to penetrate me; now he's using his real tool. That was a rehearsal, and this is the real show. "Open wide, darling," he said.
I spread my legs for him. Yeah, I'm open wide for you, Daddy.
"Yeah, I'm coming in," he said.
I moaned as he thrust his cock inside of me. It's so big that no matter how many times I've been fucked, it still gives me the pleasure I need.
"Not yet, darling. I'm halfway through." He thrust deeper.
"Oh God!" I moaned, accepting his wholeness.
He stayed still for a while, taking a deep breath. Then slowly, he started moving in and out, in and out, making slapping sounds. He looked so hot, his body releasing sweat, but it makes him even hotter. He grunts and groans with every thrust and pull.
"Come for me, baby," he said, going a little faster.
I haven't prevented myself from exploding, my fluid wrapping his tool. He groaned and thrust deeper. Then I felt his semen streaming inside of me, warm and viscous.
"Ahhh... yes, heaven." Harry collapsed over me. He's so heavy. I can feel his heartbeats and his breathing on my skin.
"Harry, come on, you're so heavy," I moaned.
"Just one more moment, please. I want to stay like this for a while," he mumbled, acting like a baby.
"Oh, come on. We have to go to bed."
Harry took a deep breath and sighed. He stood up, pulling out his no-longer hard tool from me, his semen streaming down my legs. "Come, let's take a bath first before going to bed."