Until Harmony
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It’s all there, so I make my way to Harmony, who’s standing in front of the floor to ceiling windows in the living room. I walk up behind her, curling my arms around her middle and dropping my chin to the top of her head. Looking out at the view, I see nothing but serenity, nothing but forest, nothing but peace. I know this is the right place to ask her to spend the rest of her life with me.
“Did I see that you stocked the fridge?” she asks, turning in my arms and raising a brow.
I pull her impossibly closer, sliding my hands down to rest just above her ass. “Yep.”
“So we’re not going out to eat?”
“Told you I don’t plan on us spending much time out of bed while we’re here,” I answer, and she smiles, running her hands up my chest.
“Do you feel like giving me a tour of the bedroom now?” She drops her eyes to my mouth as I slide my hands down over her ass and pick her up, her legs wrapping around my hips and her mouth dropping to mine. After I carry her up the stairs to the bedroom, neither of us even bother looking around.
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Hours later, feeling Harmony shift, I look down at her and see that her eyes are open, the moonlight shining into the room through the large windows, casting a soft glow on her naked skin. After we both came, her twice—once with my mouth, the other right before I came hard and deep inside of her—I made us dinner, steaks I cooked on the grill on the back deck, baked potatoes, and fresh green beans. We ate outside, laughed, drank—me beer, her wine—and then we came back upstairs, where I made love to her again.
I wasn’t lying when I told her I didn’t plan on us spending much time out of the bed. I don’t get her time as often as I want right now, not with her schedule of long days and the extra classes on her days off. I know in the end it will pay off for both of us, but right now, that shit sucks.
“There’s a hot tub.”
The quietly spoken words bring me out of my head, and I tip my head to look down at her, finding hers tilted back to look up at me.
“Yeah.”
“You didn’t tell me there would be a hot tub.”
“It was part of the surprise.”
“It would be an even better surprise if I had brought a suit so I could use it.”
“Angel.” I roll her to her back and look down at her. “You don’t need a suit.”
“I do,” she argues, and then gasps as I nip her bottom lip.
“You don’t.” I cover her mouth with mine, feeling her fingers slide through my hair. Deepening the kiss and taking everything she’s willing to give me, I take more. Fuck, I love her mouth. I love her body. I love her. Sliding one hand up her outer thigh then across her stomach and down between her legs, I groan when I find her already wet.
“Fuck, I need another taste of you already,” I say, tugging my mouth from hers and kissing down her neck to her breast. Stopping there, I pull her nipple into my mouth, sucking hard then flicking the tip with my tongue. Her back arches off the bed and she moans loudly. Rolling her clit with my thumb, my hips jerk when her warm, soft hand wraps around my cock. I groan, lean back, and slide my hands down her sides to her thighs, opening them up.
Pulling myself from her grasp, I toss her leg over my shoulder then drop my face between her legs and lick, listening to her moan as her taste hits my tongue. Sweet, so fucking sweet. Her back arches and her hips surge off the bed, sending her deeper into my mouth. Thrusting two fingers into her wet, tight heat, I lift them, rubbing against her G-spot.
“Harlen!” she cries out as her pussy starts to convulse. Fuck but hearing her, smelling her, seeing her come is enough to send me close to the edge. Sitting back, I wrap my hand around my cock and slowly slide my fingers from her, watching her eyes flutter open and attempt to focus on mine. “I need you,” she whispers, lifting her hips.
“You’ll get me, baby,” I tell her, rubbing the head of my dick through her folds then I grit my teeth as I slowly sink into her. Her legs wrap around the back of my thighs and her hands wrap around my back and slide down to my ass, pulling me close. I drop forward, sliding my hand under her ass, pulling her hips up into mine as I drop my mouth to hers. “Perfect, so fucking perfect,” I breathe against her mouth, as I pull out and thrust in slow, over and over, her pussy pulling me right back in every time I slide out.
“I love you,” she pants, and I lace our fingers together, pulling them up above her head and giving her my weight, which she takes without complaint, holding me closer and tighter. We work in perfect sync, my hips thrusting into hers, her hips circling until it starts to build.
“Jesus.” I speed up and lean back to look down at her beautiful face then slide my hand out from under her. I place my thumb to her clit, circling, listening to her whimper and moan as her pussy starts to contract. Her already drenched heat gets hotter and wetter. Feeling her start to come again, I lean forward and take her mouth as my hips start to jerk and my spine starts to tingle. Coming hard, I plant myself deep inside of her, and her limbs tighten around me, her hands moving over my back and up through my hair. “I love you too.” I kiss her collarbone then lean back to look into her eyes. “What do you say we shower then get in the hot tub?”
“Really?” she whispers, and I grin.
“Yeah, really, come on.” I pull out of her, kiss her stomach, and then get off the bed, dragging her with me toward the bathroom. Walking into the shower that has just a short glass wall separating it from the rest of the bathroom, I turn on the water and pull her in with me, making quick work of cleaning us both up.
Once we’re done, I shut off the water and wrap a towel around her. “I’ll uncover the hot tub. Be right back.” I kiss her, leaving her where she is while walking out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around my hips. Sliding open the door in the bedroom, the cold air hits my skin. I push past the shock of it and walk the three feet across the deck to pull off the cover on the hot tub, turning on the lights and the jets. I go back into the bedroom, dig through my bag for what I need, and then go into the bathroom, seeing it’s empty. I start to go in search of her, but just as I hit the stairs, I see her climbing them, carrying a bottle of champagne.
“I didn’t bring glasses.” She waves the bottle at me. “I figured we could drink right out of the bottle.” She grins, and I smile, taking the bottle from her, and then I twist off the metal and pop the cork.
“Fair warning: it’s fucking cold out, baby,” I tell her, as I open the door and step out onto the deck with her at my back.
“Oh my God.” She laughs, running past me, climbing the steps quickly, and then ripping off her towel at the last second before taking a seat in the hot, steaming water.
Chuckling, I hand her the bottle of champagne, strip off my towel, and then get in with her, watching her eyes roam up my thighs, cock, and chest. Once I’m seated, I pull her across the space between us to straddle my lap.
“Hold on a sec.” I steal the bottle of champagne from her before she can take a drink, and set it on the side of the hot tub. Taking her hips in my hands, I look up at her. “Do you love me?”
“Yes,” she whispers, smiling as her eyes search mine, her hands coming up to rest on either side of my neck.
“Do you want to spend the rest of your life with me?”
“Yes,” she repeats on another whisper, her body melting deeper into mine.
“Will you marry me?” I ask, taking her left hand in mine and sliding the ring on her finger, feeling her body tighten.
“Harlen.” Her voice shakes, and I look up at her, finding her eyes on the ring. The perfect ring for her, a five-carat cushion-cut diamond with a halo of smaller diamonds around it, set in platinum. My mom’s diamond. Big, but not too big, low enough profile that she should have no problem wearing it at work while taking off gloves and putting them on.
“Will you marry me, baby?”
“Oh my God.” She lifts her right hand, covering her mouth as her eyes, still on her ring, fill with tears.
“Baby.” I squeeze her hips, and her eyes finally come to me. “Will you?”
“Yes!” She leans in, pressing her mouth to mine. “God, yes, yes,” she says as the tears spill over. Taking my face between her hands, she rests her forehead to mine. “I love you, Harlen, so, so, so much.”