Never Forgotten Love Page 8

  “Actually, I am feeling pretty good, maybe a little sore, but not like I thought I would be. How did you know what to do?”

  Running a washcloth under warm water, I walk back to the bed with a glass of water and a pain reliever, handing them to Harlow, then taking the warm cloth I wiped between Harlow’s legs just in case there was blood. “I did a lot of investigating once I found you, you know, just in case. I didn’t have any experience with making love, or what women like or just how to do it. I wanted our first time to be special and I wanted the least amount of discomfort for you as possible.” She sits up taking the medicine and placing her glass on the nightstand. I place the cloth in the laundry basket and walk back to the bed sitting next to Harlow.

  “So what did you think?” I ask, nervous about her answer.

  “Seriously?” she chuckles “You gave me two mind-blowing orgasms. What do you think?”

  “God, Harlow, you were amazing. I mean I knew it would be good, but wow, it was better than what I dreamed of.” We sit for a little while. I hear Harlow’s stomach growl.

  “Are you hungry?” I ask.

  “Starving, do you have a t-shirt I can borrow?”

  “Of course,” I say as I walk into my closet grabbing one out of the drawer.

  “Do you mind if this is all I wear?”

  “No, why would I?” I say as I pull my hipsters back on, and then slip on my jeans.

  “I just didn’t know what the neighbors would say if they saw me just in a shirt.”

  “I really don’t care. It’s none of their business.” I take her hand and walk her back out to the deck. “Do you want some more wine?”

  “Please, I’ll take another glass. Do you need any help with anything?”

  “No, everything is all done with the exception of the meat. Sit and get comfortable.” I switch the IPod on to Tangerine Dream then I turn the barbecue on to get it hot, walking to the fire pit table, I light the blue glass.

  I bring out plates and flatware, setting the table, and then I bring out the rest of the food setting it down. I place the meat next to the barbecue; it’s a marinated flank steak and place it on the hot grill, turning the temperature down so it cooks to a nice medium rare. I place the baby zucchinis on a piece of foil and brush them with olive oil and lightly season them closing the lid of the barbecue to allow the food to finish cooking. I sit with Harlow for a few minutes just drinking her in before I need to turn the steak. We engage in small talk about her family. Taking a strand of her hair, I tuck it behind her ear. “I would really like to see them again; they made such a big difference in my life.”

  “I’ll tell them that, they haven’t been down for a while, maybe they can make a trip down soon.”

  “I would love that.”

  When the steak is finished, I placed it on a big wooden cutting board to let it rest for a few minutes bringing it to the table, and placing the zucchini on a plate. I slice the meat as we sit to eat. It is a perfect day, the sun is setting and the sky is beautiful with shades of orange, pink, and yellow, I am sitting with the woman I love, the woman I never thought I would ever see her again, and I have just made love for the first time with her. What else could I ask for? This is the perfect moment in my life. I want to sit back and let it imprint on my brain so I can always go back and see how lucky I am at this very moment in time.

  We were just starting to eat when the doorbell rings. “Are you expecting someone?” Harlow asks, concerned with just my t-shirt on.

  “No, the only person that knows where I live is Richard, and he always calls first,” I say. “Excuse me; I’ll be back in a minute. Start to eat, so your food doesn’t get cold.”

  I stride to the front door. As I start to open it, it is pushed open and it slips out of my hands and slams into the wall, and if I hadn’t talked too soon about how perfect the evening was…”Mother, what in the hell are you doing here and how the hell did you get my address?”

  Chapter Ten

  MY MOTHER PUSHES HER WAY INSIDE. She looks me up and down raising an eyebrow; she hasn’t seen me since I have grown. “I didn’t appreciate you hanging up on me yesterday!” she rants in a hostile voice.

  I clench my teeth and my fists are balled tight, I can feel my heart start to pound. “I asked you a question, and how dare you barge into my home,” I fling back at her.

  “Stop being so dramatic Beckett.” At that moment, Harlow walks into the room, I’m sure to see what all the commotion is about. She’s never witnessed the wrath of Cheryl; she’d only heard me talk about it. “Well, well, well…It looks like you’re not a fagot after all.” She looks at Harlow, looking her up and down, then back at me.

  “You have one minute to tell me what you are doing here before I call the police!” I threaten.

  “Who’s your little friend?” She looks at Harlow again and smiles. “I hope he is a better lover than his father was,” she says to Harlow, not recognizing her.

  “That’s it, I’m calling the police,” I say as I grab my phone off the breakfast bar.

  “So dramatic! I know I taught you better than that. I am your mother, you are to respect me.”

  “As I told you yesterday, I’ll respect you the day you respect me, and I don’t believe hell has frozen over yet. I am not going to ask you again to get out of my house!” I say sternly, but she isn’t moving. I dial the police.

  Harlow is behind me, she takes my hand, and just with her touch, I start to relax, a wave of calm flows through me. “I told you yesterday you owe me, I expect my money.”

  “And again, I told you, as soon as I get reimbursed for all the property you took from me, I wouldn’t charge you for your amount you owe me, so get the hell out of my house,” I say as I point for the front door.

  There is a knock at the door, Harlow darts to the door, which is still open and leads the police officers inside. I tell them that my mother barged in uninvited and now will not leave.

  One of the officers asks her to leave or she will be removed physically. She starts to yell at the officer. When they try to take her by the shoulders to escort her out, she starts to get violent, swinging her arms and throwing an explosive outburst of curse words, and then as she is swinging her arms, she connects with one of the officer’s faces causing him to have a bloody nose. That’s all it took for the other officer to grab her arms and place handcuffs on her, arresting her for assault of an officer. Harlow runs to get some tissue and ice for the officer’s nose. I apologize for my mother’s actions, as they take her away. One of them tells me I might want to think about a restraining order against her. They place her in the back seat of the cruiser and leave.

  I shut the door and lock it. I look at Harlow, “I am so sorry.” I wipe my hands down my face. I hang my head shaking it. I walk out onto the deck grabbing the food, bringing it into the house and placing it on the breakfast bar. “Did you get to eat anything?” I ask.

  “I ate a little bit before coming inside. I’m sorry for what your mom said, but you did the right thing.”

  “I’d like to know how she got this address.” I run my finger through my hair. “Damn it, this is the last thing I need. I had wanted this night to be so special for you, and she shows up and ruins it.”

  “The evening is not over yet and I am not going to let a psycho Sally bitch ruin tonight for me! So you have a decision to make.” I look at her; she has a stern look in her eyes. “You can either snap out of it or be pissed off all night, but if you are going to stay pissed off, I am going home.”

  “Ok, message received. I’m sorry; she just has a way of getting under my skin.” I close my eyes taking a deep breath and exhaling. “Are you still hungry?”

  “Not for food,” she says with a mischievous smile. She takes me by the hand and leads me back to the bedroom. “This time it’s my turn to touch and explore you.”

  She unbuttons my jeans leaving them on but open. She places her hands on my shoulders, touching and kissing them as she moves to my nipples, she circ
les her tongue around it, then drawing it into her mouth sucking it. The feeling was explosive; every cell in my body was alive. I close my eyes and my head falls back as I experienced her touch on my body. Every nerve was firing; each of my senses is hyper-aware. She switched nipples as a groan escapes from my throat; I never realized my nipples were so sensitive. Her hand running down my biceps feeling every muscle in my arm as her whisper-soft touch glides over my sensitive skin. The tingle of goose bumps spread over my body. She picks up my right hand, massaging it with both of her hands, softly rubbing each finger, then the webbing between my fingers, when she was finished with my right hand she picked up the left and repeating the process, all while she was still licking and sucking my nipple. I thought I was going into sensory overload, when she did something I never expected. As she finished massaging my fingers, her left hand went to my nipple and she started to roll it between her thumb and index finger. She picked up my left hand and taking my index finger, she stuck it in her mouth, as the tip of her tongue swirled around it as she sucks it in and pulls it out of her mouth. I thought I was going to cum on the spot. A loud growl came from deep inside me as she used my finger to fuck her mouth and stimulate my nipples. I was going crazy, I wanted to touch her, kiss her, God, I wanted to fuck her hard. I want to feel my cock hit the wall deep inside her again. I couldn’t contain the sound originating deep inside my soul all the while little mews were escaping from her throat. My cock is throbbing; it was so hard I could feel the blood pulsating through it. I needed her and I needed her now, I haven’t ever felt so out of control. I felt like a caged animal needing to get free. She pulls my finger out of her mouth with a ‘pop’, She starts kissing, licking and nipping my abdomen setting off little shockwaves as she moves. The scent of her perfume permeates my senses. Her finger traces the lines on my abs as her tongue followed the same path burning in its wake. Every nip she takes makes my cock even harder throbbing to the point of pain as it strained against my open jeans, God it feels so good. She placed her hands on either side of my hips sliding my jeans down my trembling legs. “God, I have had dreams of this…you…this moment for so long, I never thought I would get this chance,” I say as I looked at her. Her eyes were filled with anticipation.

  I draw my feet out of my jeans as she hooks her fingers under the waistband of my hipsters, slowly gliding them down my legs, she gasps and my cock twitches to her noises. “I didn’t get a chance to really see you earlier, you are…amazing,” I chuckle, smiling at her.

  “You make me feel this way.”

  I step out of my hipsters. “Can I touch you?” she asks looking up into my eyes.

  “Touch away,” I say with a laugh.

  She runs her fingers from my belly button to my cock, she cupped my heavy balls in her hand lightly massaging them then wraps her other hand around my cock stroking and squeezing it. I groan, throwing my head back. “Are you ok? Did I hurt you?”

  “God, no, it feels…God that feels so fucking good.”

  She smiles and continues her exploration. Still stroking my cock she says, “It so soft, but so hard. It’s like steel wrapped in the softest silky satin. She rubs her thumb over the tip of my cock spreading the pre-cum over the top of its crown. Then she does something I didn’t expect, she brings her thumb to her mouth, she looks at me as she places her thumb in her mouth, closing her lips around it.

  “My God, Harlow, fuuuck!” Her eyes are closed; she has a look of ecstasy on her face as she sucks my essence from her thumb. “Mmm you taste good,” she says. She is still caressing me when she drops to her knees and I feel her warm, wet mouth on my cock. I look down, as she licks and kisses me. A guttural growl escapes my lips as my fingers slid into her hair. God, I don’t know how long I can last. The feeling in intoxicating and every time she moans it vibrates my cock, pushing me closer.

  She moans as she licks the top of my crown. She continues making little moaning sounds as she swirls her tongue along the tip of my cock all the while she is stroking me with both hands. I feel my cock getting bigger and bigger suddenly she has all of me in her mouth; I let out a primal roar. She takes me all the way to the back of her throat, I can feel my cock hitting, then she swallows and I go back even deeper, God, I’m going to cum, I have to stop her. I reach for her, but she wraps her arm around my thigh. “God, Harlow, I’m going to cum if you don’t stop.” She tightens the hold on my thigh, and then she bares her teeth softly gliding them up my cock as her tongue massages my cock just below the head. I let out a deep rasping groan as I cum. “Oh, oh God, Harlow, ah! Harlow still has her mouth around me sucking and stroking me, she places her other hand back on my now trembling cock and continues to double stroke me to get every drop out as she is drinking in all my essence she has milked out of me. I lean over bringing her to her feet as I take her mouth with mine. I can taste myself on her tongue, as our tongues taste and tease each other.

  I pick her up placing her on the edge of the bed, passionately kissing her as my hands push up her t-shirt so I can get to her breasts. My lips surround her nipple, sucking and then nipping at it as she let out a loud moan. I feel her nipple pucker and tighten into a stiff peak in my mouth while my thumb and finger rolls and massages her other nipple.

  I am frantic, all the pent up energy that she caused while she was touching and exploring me has come alive. I am hard again, the need I have for her is undeniable. I can’t stop as I have one goal in my head. I want to hear her making love moans as she comes as she calls out my name.

  I kiss my way down her belly to her sex. I drop to my knees at the side of the bed lifting her legs over my shoulders. I inhale her scent, our scent and let out a moan as I separate her folds licking her, it’s heaven. I find her clit and twirl my tongue around it. I look up at her, her eyes are closed and she is clenching the pillow with her hands, her mouth is slightly open to let her soft moan out. I love the sweet noises she makes while we make love; my cock gets harder with each sound she makes. The look on her face when I make her cum with my tongue and then when I made love to her, God I love to watch her cum, I am getting so hard again just thinking of her orgasming.

  I stick my finger inside her as she let out a scream; her hips are writhing on my finger and mouth. “Does that feel good baby?”

  “Yes, God, yes, don’t stop,” she whispers. My tongue is sliding in and out and my finger finds her g-spot, as I massage it I suck on her clit, pulling it into my mouth. I feel her shuddering and I know she is going to cum soon. I take a condom out of the drawer and put it on. I reach for one of her nipples, rolling it between my finger and thumb, as she lets out an intense cry, I slowly let her leg down as I stand and slow tease her sex with the crown of my cock. “Beck, please, God, please Beck,” she begs, I slowly enter her as I lift her hip to me. She still on the edge of the bed and I am standing beside it. She continues moaning and crying out. God, that is so hot, my cock is so hard. “Fuck me hard Beck, harder, please.” I thrust into her, she screams, I stop, thinking I hurt her, but she yells out, “don’t stop, please, that feels so good!” I continue to thrust into her, she is so tight and so wet, I know I won’t last long listening to her moans of ecstasy. Her moans get louder and louder and her sex is tightening around me, as she lets out a feral scream, she screams my name as she cums. I continue to thrust into her as she continues to cum, this isn’t making love, this is feral fucking, the loss of all control the need to unleash the primal animal in me. I start to moan louder as I explode into to her hot, tight sex, God it lasts and last as I continue to thrust into her.

  “Fuuuck!” I moan. She lets out a final scream as her orgasm subsides. I set her back, back down on the bed, lifting her to the middle.

  I walk into the bathroom, throwing the condom away and starting the water in the tub as I toss in some bath salts and light the candles that I had set around it earlier. While it is filling, I crawl back into bed with her. Lying on my side, I lean over kissing her on the forehead. Looking into her eyes “I love you Harlow, I can’t
imagine my life without you. I can’t even think of a week ago when I did not know where you were. I was just half a man. You have brought me back to life,” I whisper as I take a strand of her hair and tuck it behind her ear.

  “I love you too Beck. It’s hard to think of a week ago. So much has happened, and it has happened so fast. You’ve given me hope and promise that I’ll be able to get my dream.”

  “And what dream is that Harlow?”

  “You know my dreams Beck; we talked about them before you moved.”

  “For the most part no, I mean at thirteen my dreams were a little different, but I have achieved part of it. What is the other part that you are dreaming of?”

  She looks at me, as if she is searching for answers. “I dream that I don’t have to live in fear. I don’t want to worry about looking over my shoulder anymore. I of course dream of my bakery, and then I dream of my life with you.” She looks down.

  I lift her chin to look at me again. “I’m right here Harlow, I’m not going anywhere.”

  I slide out of the bed and put my hand out for Harlow to take it. “I have a bath running for us.” Lifting her t-shirt off her, I toss it on the floor. Taking my hand, she slips out of bed as we walk hand in hand to the tub. The lights are off; the room is illuminated only by the candles that are placed around the tub, creating a romantic ambiance. Rose petals are floating in the water their fragrance infuses the room. She gasps, drawing her hand to her mouth as she is taken in by the site.

  “Oh Beckett,” she whispers.

  I help her in as I slid in after her. She stands as I sit down. Then she turns to face me and sits on my lap straddling me.

  She lays her head on my chest, and whisper, “I want this, and I want you. God, Beck, I’m so scared.”

  “What are you scared of?”

  “That I’ll lose you, I’ve never felt so safe, never been so comfortable and more at peace than I do when I am with you.”