Chapter Eighty-one

Chapter Eighty-one
When Kaya had his siesta, Harry and I finally had the chance to talk as we were left alone in the living room, sitting on the couch with our sighs and mumbles. Harry sat cross-legged with his arms crossed on his stomach, like a grumpy little boy, and he's not looking at me.
"Harry, I—" I paused when he said my name. "Okay, you first."
"I'm sorry," he said, looking into my eyes and sitting properly. "I shouldn't have interacted with Jessica. I know you don't like to see us together. I didn't expect to see her there either. I should have avoided her."
"No, you don't have to apologize, Harry. I know you two have a lot to talk about, and I just give you space to do that and to think about things. I might feel a little jealous, but I don't have the right to stop you from interacting with her—" I said.
"You have," he interrupted. "You have the right to stop me, Georgia. You're my wife, and I'm willing to do anything for you and our son. There might be something I have to talk with her about, but that doesn't change the fact that there's nothing between us anymore, so you don't have to be insecure. Jessica just asks for my forgiveness, and that's all. She said she couldn't sleep thinking about everything she did, and I forgave her. There's no reason for me to hold back forgiveness when she deserves it, right? She deserves to be happy too. Everybody makes mistakes, and—"
I kissed Harry on the lips to make him stop babbling. I've heard a lot. I don't like it when he explains his actions or whatever. I just want him to be honest with me. If he still has feelings for his ex-fiancée or not, and I guess I received the answer as he pulled me close, touched my chin, and kissed me back.
Our kissing grew more passionate until Harry pinned me down on the couch. He looked down into my eyes and continued kissing me breathlessly. "I love you, Georgia," he moaned. Then he started kissing my neck, helped me take off my top, and pulled the strap of my bra.
Soon, I felt his soft lips on the mound of my breasts. I moaned as he sucked one and then the other, like a baby. He's such an amazing sucker. His lips were on my belly, and he pulled my pants and panty down. I helped him take off his shirt.
"Spread your legs for me, darling," he said.
I obediently spread my legs apart, making me wide open. I moaned and writhed as Harry used his tongue on my sensitive part. He moved his tongue over my clit and looked into my eyes. "You like it?" he asked.
"Um..." I nodded. "Please fuck me..."
Harry grinned as he received the response he'd been waiting for. He removed his jeans and briefs; his huge cock hopped out. He crawled over me and kissed my lips.
I moved my hand down, giving him a stroke. He rewarded me with a satisfied moan. He positioned himself and kissed me while thrusting his cock inside my pussy. I raised my legs up, opening myself to receive him fully. It feels so good to have him inside of me. I forget everything that happened earlier.
"Ahh yes!" He groaned in my ear as he thrust deeper.
I opened my mouth, but no words came out, though I felt a little pain, but it quickly disappeared. Slowly, he started pounding my pussy. I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling every thrust and pull. Until he began moving faster, harder, and deeper. Our flesh clapping against each other's.
"Aaah yeah." Harry pulled me up and sat down on the couch without pulling out. "Ride on me, darling."
I moved close to him, his face between my breasts as I held his head. My knees curled on the couch on his sides. I started moving up and down. My hands were on his belly as he leaned on the back of the couch. It feels so good to ride on him. I leaned down, kissed him, and continued the rhythm, rubbing myself on him.
"Ahh yes! That feels so good, baby," he said, his hand going to his forehead. He's sweating and growing red.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"I'm fine, yeah, even better," he replied. He held my waist, sat up, and moved me up and down on him.
I went faster and harder, moaning every time our flesh touched. He fucked me until he came. I leaned on him, feeling his seeds streaming inside of me. "Just so you know, I'm not on my pills," I said.
"Don't worry, I think it's time to give Kaya a sibling," he replied. "He'd be so happy to have a brother or a sister."
"You're right. He'll have someone to take care of, and our house will be more alive if we add another child," I said.
"We can have a dozen if you want." He stole a kiss. "Ready for round two?"
Harry had already stood up before I could respond. Surprised, I wrapped my arms around his neck, clinging onto him like a tarsier. I remembered this position.
"Hang on, baby," he said.
I held on to him as he started moving me up and down. I moaned and kissed his lips. His taste never changed despite all the years that have gone by. He's still as delicious as the first time we kissed and as strong as before, even stronger now, probably from working out.
His abs are rubbing against my torso, his big biceps wrapped around me, squeezing me, but not so tightly, just giving me some space to breathe. His tongue invaded my mouth.
"Ahh yeah!" He breathed to my face. "Hold on tight, darling."
I held him tightly as his movement went faster and harder, his arms suspending me in the air, his cock moving freely in and out of me. It felt so good, like I'm seeing stars, though it's still afternoon. He did that many times until he thrust fully and came twice inside of me. He came so much that I felt his semen dripping down the floor.
Finally, he put me down and helped me to the couch as I felt limp after all the naughtiness. My legs were like noodles, and I couldn't walk properly at all. Harry's so bad, but he did it so well, and I can't wait to do it again.