Chapter Fifty-five
I held Harry's hand, and he pulled me up. He led me to the bathroom, turned the lights on, and filled the bathtub with water from the faucet on the tiled wall. He poured some bath oil on the water, and the sweet-smelling fragrance of a rose lingered in the air.
"Georgia, you may get into the bathtub now," he said in a gentle voice.
I stepped into the bathtub. The water's not that cold but instead lukewarm. I looked at Harry and asked, "Why don't you join me?"
"Uh, okay." He climbed behind me. The water rose as he sat and pulled me against his chest, his legs over mine.
I can feel his breath on the skin of my nape. It's not my first time bathing with Harry, but this time it feels different. He reached for the soap and washed my back and neck, rubbing his soft, foamy hands on my skin. His hands glided across my breasts, and he kneaded them gently.
"Ahhh..." I groaned. It feels so good. His hands went down to my stomach and belly. I feel his erection growing behind me. Oh no. He's getting hard right now.
"I think you're pretty clean now," he said. "It's my turn."
"Uh, okay." I know it's not fair to let Harry wash my body without returning the favor. I turned to face him. I'm surprised by his erection he's holding firmly in his hand. So big. I'll never get tired of it. I think it's seven inches, but I'm not sure. It goes above his navel when he's erect. I swallowed hard, looking at it. It was inside of me just a while ago, and now it's in front of me, saying hello.
"Do you want to touch it?" He asked, grinning. "Feel free, darling. It's all yours. You can use it however you want."
"Uh, okay." I took the soap and made it foamy in my hands. I couldn't take my eyes off his erection. I grabbed it enthusiastically with one hand. It's harder than I expected. I squeezed it and watched him close his eyes and groan in pleasure as I began to move my hand up and down, firmly holding his.
He breathes with an open mouth. "That's right, baby." He flexed his hips into my hand. I grasped him tighter. "Ahhh yeah. That feels so good," he groaned.
I leaned forward, opened my mouth, and placed my lips on his cock. I ran my tongue over its tip, licking the watery droplet like how he'd lick his finger with my fluid.
"Ugh, Georgia." He opened his eyes and seemed surprised to see what I'm doing. I sucked him harder until it became sloppy. "Ahhh yeah," he groaned, closing his eyes again.
I moved down, pushing him deeper into my mouth. I felt his hands on my head.
"Uh yeah, suck it, darling." He started fucking my mouth. He groaned. "I'm coming in your mouth, baby." He raised his hips too high. His hands gripping my hair. I sucked him deeper; his cock touched the back of my throat. "Ahhhh... shit," he cried and stayed still.
I felt the warm, salty liquid oozing down my throat. I swallowed it quickly. I smiled as he opened his eyes. I think this is enough for tonight. He's drained, and I'm tired. We need to rest and recharge. We finished bathing and rinsed, then went to bed naked.
The following day, I feel too tired to leave the bed. My whole body is aching, especially my private parts, my front, and my back. Meanwhile, Harry has gone for a walk early in the morning. I hugged the pillow and pressed my nose in it. Then I recalled all the crazy things I and Harry did. We've been together for quite a long time now, but these recent days are the most memorable. I feel like I have a perfect life. I no longer feel the need to rush; I wake up slowly, have my coffee warm, and have a perfect fiancé. I chase my dreams my own way and at my own pace and smile more often.
Perhaps the universe noticed that I've been struggling a lot, so it decided to bless me. I've lost most of my loved ones, and yet I'm still here, living this life to the fullest, using all the available resources, and having a lot of fun. These thoughts swirl around my head. I know that life is short and we are all born for a reason that we don't know; that's why we create our own reason, our own purpose. It's like a child being put in a playground where all the toys are already available and he has to make use of them.
Thanks to our ancestors for creating a lot of things, and even though these may seem to be a distraction to who we really are, as souls, at least they made our lives more bearable than having nothing, and perhaps we are born in this world to create, to evolve, to make this world a better place, and to be aware of it all is already a blessing. Life itself is a gift to enjoy all these miracles, to experience all these things: pain, sorrow, joy, love, pleasure, and all these things that make us feel alive.
It feels like music made by strumming the strings of a guitar, infinite and intangible. Life is the most wonderful mystery, and we can't define it by a man-made alphabet or words, for it's meant to be loved and experienced.
I finally had the energy to stand up. I swung my legs off the bed, walked towards the glass window, wiped the curtains, and took a deep breath. The ocean is calm, and the water's sparkling. I stretched my body a little bit before I went to the kitchen to make my coffee.
I don't know what's going to happen today, but I'm ready for it. I'm ready to seize the day and be alive, to feel what needs to be felt, and to be amazed and surprised. Life is indeed like a book; you'll never know what the next chapter has in store for you if you don't have the courage to turn the page. It's a sign to move on from the past because you don't live there, or to be anxious of the future because you're not there either, and to live fully in the present. Breathe the air. Smell the flowers. Be aware of the surroundings, for all that there is is the now. This moment. The past is made up of memories, and the future of anticipations.