Chapter Fifty-six
After having my morning coffee, I went to perform yoga. Harry came back while I was doing it. He sneakily kissed me while my eyes were closed. "Morning, babe," he said with a wide smile on his face. "How are you... How's your..."
"Still sore," I replied.
"Uh, yeah?" His eyebrow raised. "I mean, I'm sorry to hear that." He looked down at my feet and mirrored my position.
"Oh, Harry, please don't tell me you're sorry if we both enjoyed what we've done. I'm not hurt, or maybe I am," I corrected myself. "But in a delicious way."
Harry seemed surprised. "So you want us to do it again?" he asked. His ugly thoughts manifested in a wide grin.
"Not now, please. I'm still sore. Isn't it bad to do it too much?" I asked. "You know, we might catch a disease or an infection."
"You're right. I think we really should put it under moderation. Besides, we still have a lot of time ahead of us," he said.
"Yeah. Why won't we talk about something else instead?" I suggested.
"Like what?"
"Like our wedding, you know," I said.
"I thought we were already clear about it?"
"Yes, we are. What I mean is, when should we start sending invitations, trying foods for the wedding, visiting flower shops, and, you know, what we'll wear?" I said.
"I understand your excitement, my dear, but I'm still busy with the new business right now. Once it's set up, we can be sure of the exact date. Don't worry, my employees are working hard on it; it'll be done soon. And about the preparations, we can start doing them, but I don't think it's a good time for it because it's Christmas and New Year soon and everyone's busy for the holiday. We can't send invitations until we're sure, or it'd be a disaster," Harry explained, his hand on my knees. "For now we should relax and trust the process. There's no need to rush things. We have plenty of time."
A smile formed on my lips. "Thanks for making me understand." Perhaps I got so excited that I forgot there are many things to be done and it needs careful planning. It's a once-in-a-lifetime, and Harry wants it to be perfect.
"Just trust me. I'll make sure that everything will go smoothly, and "you"—he touched my chin. "You should relax and have a lot of fun." He kissed my cheeks, stood up, and went to the room.
I hate it when Harry wants to shoulder everything by himself. I know I have to help with whatever I can. It's my wedding, our wedding; it's not fair to let him do all the work while I just sit and do nothing aside from drinking my wine, like what he wanted me to do.
I stood up and went inside the bathroom to take a shower. Looking at the bathtub lying beside the wall made me smile, as I recalled what we'd done last night. It's still clear in my mind what Harry looked like when I gave him fellatio and the face he made when he came in my mouth. Oh shit. I'm still sore, but I want to do it again. I want him inside of me to fuck me hard. I turned the shower on and let the water pour down on me to wash away all this filthiness and cleanse me. I cleaned myself meticulously, rubbed every inch of my body with soap, and rinsed.
I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped outside. I dried my hair with an electric hairdryer in front of the mirror before going inside the bedroom. I found Harry lying on our bed in his black briefs. Damn. He's deliciously hot, like food served to be eaten. The muscles on his chest, abdomen, and arms and his eggplant and two balls—perfect for breakfast. I shook my head, trying to push away the bad thoughts. I'm still sore, but I badly want to get over him and take the ride. Shit. Thanks to this soreness, no sex for now.
I carefully walked toward the closet, opened it, and picked some comfortable clothes: a t-shirt and comfy pants. I can't wear panties right now because my front's sore and the fabric scratches it and doesn't let it heal. Did you get the image? It's red. I hope it won't get any infection. I put on the clothes and hang the towel on the clothesline. I told Harry that I'll be going outside for a walk, but he didn't reply. Maybe he's already asleep, so I didn't wake him up and went outside alone.
I should grab something to eat. Harry has to eat something for breakfast. I'll try looking for some good restaurants around and invite him to eat there. I miss eating outside. Packaged foods tasted different. I miss cooking for us, those days when Harry and I shared home-cooked meals. That simple life was gone.
I found a restaurant just nearby the cafe down the road. It doesn't look that grand, but it's a very relaxing place, especially since it's near the ocean. This whole place is actually relaxing; the cool wind—it's a paradise. There's no doubt why it's called Paradise Resort. I headed back to the hotel, excited to tell Harry about what I found, although he might already know it.
Harry was still sleeping when I arrived. What a sleepyhead. "Harry, wake up." I shook his leg. He suddenly grabbed me and wrapped his arms around me like I'm a like. He's only wearing his briefs, and I can feel his tool behind me.
"I'm still tired," he snorted, restraining me with his hairy legs.
"Come on, Harry. I'm suffocating," I complained, but instead of letting me go, he began kissing my nape. "Harry, stop..."
"I want to fuck you, Georgia," he whispered. I can feel his dense breaths on my skin.
"Harry, please, let me go..." But he continued clinging to me, not moving at all, like he's a panda and I'm bamboo. I immediately moved away, freeing myself from the predator when I felt his erection coming. My legs on the floor, my eyes on him. "I'm sorry, Harry, but I can't do this right now. We already talked about it. Please try to understand..."
He opened one of his eyes. His right hand moved smoothly from his chest down to his abdomen and pubic hair, seducing me. His hand stopped on his growing bulge, his way of asking me to take off his briefs. But no, no, no. Nope. I'll get an infection if I do this. I reminded myself. Health is more important than pleasure. He moved his other hand down his briefs and scooped out his erection.
"Harry, no... Stop..." But here I am, still watching him as he started moving his hands up and down around his erection. It made me remember what I did last night. Perhaps doing that won't make me sore, so I crawled on the bed to help him. I grabbed his erection with both hands. He let me do it, surrendering his gun to me. He placed his hands behind his head and closed his eyes.
"Ahhh...yeah...that feels so good, baby," he moaned.
I moved my hands faster and harder, up and down, firmly gripping his erection. Damn... I'm getting wet right now. I badly want this inside of me, but I restrained myself. Not now, Georgia. Not now.
Harry raised his hips, and I held it firmly. I can hear his groans and breaths. "Ahhh yeah, harder, baby. I can feel it." I moved my hands harder and faster. I closed my eyes. I didn't want to see the face he's making. I have to save my clitoris, or it'll become more sore.
"Ahhh yeah, I'm coming, baby..." White cream exploded from his tool, some spreading on my face and t-shirt. "Ahhh yeah..." He breathed hard and stayed still for a while, then another explosion came, an aftershock. He breathed through his opened mouth as he lowered down after reaching heaven. There's a grin on his face as he says breathlessly, "Thank you, darling."
"I'll do anything for you, Harry," I said. "Now you should clean yourself up so that we can have breakfast."