Chapter Fifty-eight
After breakfast, Harry and I take a walk on the beach. The cold wind made my hair sway like the waves of the ocean. Harry touched my chin and kissed me. He bit my lip and then carried me to our favorite spot: under the shades of a palm tree that had witnessed how we made love a day before yesterday. We stayed there, doing nothing, just enjoying the relaxing view of the calm ocean, sometimes glancing at each other and drawing funny faces on the sand.
I spotted several people surfing in the distance. "Harry, look!" I pointed at them.
Harry turned to look at the ocean, and I grabbed the chance to kiss the side of his face while he was not looking—my payback for what he did earlier this morning. He seemed surprised by what I did. He looked at me, his hand on his face where I kissed him. "What's that for, huh?"
"Nothing," I said, blushing. I didn't know he was so easy to trick, or maybe it's because he believes and values everything I say.
He suddenly moved toward me and showered my face with kisses as I struggled and laid my arms on the sand behind me for support.
"Harry, stop..." But he continued, his way of saying, You started this; now face the consequences. He's all over me now with a wide grin on his face, a dangerous position. He looked into my eyes, his facial expression turned serious, and then he brought his mouth into mine, hard, moist, and open. His leg on the middle of my thigh, his knee touching my front. I moaned. His hands on my sides on the sand. He kissed me hard and only stopped when some children passed by with their beach ball.
"Let's save this for later, babe," he said, kissing me one last time before standing up. He extended his hands to me. I held them, and he pulled me up. We joined the children and played with them. It's so fun. I feel like I'm a child again, full of life, full of colors, happy, and immersed in the present moment.
Later at night, while we were in bed and completely naked, Harry restrained me with his legs and arms. "I want to fuck you so hard, babe," he whispered in my ear. He rubbed his body against mine, igniting the flames that I felt inside. His erection was growing behind me. "Turn around, baby," he said.
I turned to face him. He brought his lips from the crown of my head down to my lips. He explored my mouth with his tongue. Then he went down to my neck. He expertly cupped my breasts with his hands and sucked my nipples so that I began to moan.
"Ahhh, Harry, stop..." But he continued, sucking my nipples hard while kneading my breasts. He then stood up and told me to open my legs for him. I spread my legs obediently. Now I'm wide open for you, Harry. He lowered his face down, his dark head on mine. His tongue penetrated my cleavage. I convulsed at the weird feeling.
"Stay still, darling. I'm not done yet," he said.
"Oh please..." How can I keep still if you are torturing me, but I love it? I love the way you handle my body so well. How you make me wet. This is the best torture in my life. His tongue slowly circled my clitoris, his hands holding my thighs to keep me from moving. Oh god! I've been waiting for you to do this, Harry. He swirled his tongue around and around many times, keeping up the torture. I'm losing my mind. I badly want to grab his head and push him deeper.
He stopped and looked into my eyes. "You like it?"
"Yeah, I love it, Daddy. Please don't stop," I begged.
"My pleasure." He grinned. He slipped his finger inside of me, warm, slushy, and delicious at the same time. "Ahhh... You're so wet, darling." He started to move his finger in a circle, stretching me. "Come for me, baby." He added another finger, thrusting deeper, in and out, squelching.
I feel my orgasm coming. I can no longer hold it. "Oh god! I'm coming!" I cried, and the surroundings seemed to blur as I exploded.
As the surroundings cleared and my eyes opened, I realized it was all a dream. Oh Harry, he would never do that while I'm sore. He's such a gentleman, but that feels so real and so vivid, probably because I've been thinking about it the whole day. I sat up and wiped the blanket off me. Damn. I'm so wet right now.
Harry's still asleep beside me. It's already 5:00AM on the wall clock. I swung my legs off the bed, took the towel from the clothesline, and continued to the bathroom. I closed the door, removed my clothes, and turned the shower on.
My front's no longer sore. I moved my hand down and fingered myself, pleasured myself, imagining, fantasizing this finger as Harry's. Ahhh, yeah. Fuck me, Daddy. Fuck me hard. Faster and harder. Heavy breaths came out from my lips as I moved my finger rhythmically until I reached orgasm and exploded. I turned the shower on and washed my body clean. It's crazy how I can satisfy myself with just the mere thought of Harry.
After showering, I wrapped the towel around my waist and went to our bedroom to change. Harry's already awake but still lying on the bed, looking at the ceiling. "Morning, babe," he said.
"Morning," I replied as I opened the closet and picked a panty, bra, white sleeveless top, and denim shorts. I put them on and hung the towel on the clothesline. I turned to face Harry, but he's already standing in front of me, which has taken me by surprise.
"You look so sexy; why not wear something more appropriate?" he asked, his hands going down to my buttocks as he pulled me close. Ahhh.
"I don't have other clothes to wear," I mumbled.
"I thought you were just trying to seduce me." He let go of my buttocks. "Let's buy you new clothes then."
"Thank you." I kissed him, and we went to the kitchen together. We had our morning coffee. Harry had bought pancakes online, and then we exercised a little bit. Harry was drenched in sweat, so he decided to take a shower.
Later, we went to the mall to buy new clothes. We had lunch at one of the luxurious restaurants in the city, ate dainty foods, and drank refreshing beverages.
I never expected to live the life of my dream. It feels like it was just yesterday when we had a hard time buying our daily needs, but now, we're living a great life.