Page 31 of Fervor

I giggled as I leaned back into him. I hummed slightly, then asked, “Why weren’t your parents at the wedding? Did they not agree with this?”

“They’re both deceased. That would have been a way to get me to leave you at the altar.”

“I’m sorry. My dad is deceased too. That’s why Vegas walked me in.”

“I assumed that or that he was absentee.”

He held me tighter as I asked, “So it’s just you and your brother? No other family?”

“Well, my mom’s side of the family wouldn’t have been able to afford to make it, and I’m not close enough to them to want to fly them there with my money. I don’t know my father’s family. He was mostly out of our lives. We only saw him occasionally. So for most of our lives, it was me, Harlan, and our mother.”

“I can imagine that’s why you ended up hustling… to help her take care of y’all.”

“Yeah.”

“I’m sorry I brought that up. I wasn’t trying to ruin the mood,” I said as I turned to face him.

“You good, baby. It would come out eventually. Do you want kids one day?”

“Absolutely. That was another reason why I did this. I feel like I’m running out of time, and I didn’t have a prospect in sight… well, until I met you. However, my mind was made up about doing this by then.”

“So we paid all that money to be matched with each other when we’d practically matched ourselves for free.”

I chuckled. “Yeah, but it forced us to move faster than we would have. There is no way we would have gotten married this quickly. We only met a little over a month ago.”

“We wouldn’t have been married, but we surely would have been on our way to making a baby,” he responded then tickled me.

I hollered with laughter since I was extremely ticklish. I bolted back inside, trying to get away from him, only to see he was right behind me with a big smile on his face. I felt the happiness of a child, and I didn’t ever want to come down from this. “Harlem, stay your ass over there if you’re gonna tickle me.”

He chuckled as he made his way to me. Grabbing my hand, he pulled me in his arms and kissed my lips. He wrapped his arms around me and sighed somewhat, like this was what he’d been wanting as well. He seemed so hard when we first met in my office. Not hard to where he was unattractive to me, but I would have never believed he could be this soft, passionate, and playful. I appreciated him for showing me this side of him. It was what I needed.

His lips grazed my neck, and I knew that was all it would take to have my body heating up. Thankfully, Harlem and I had a chemistry we couldn’t fight already. Had I truly married a stranger today, I didn’t know if I would be able to have sex with him so soon. I at least knew particulars about Harlem. From my drunken diaries three weeks ago, I remembered that I knew the size of his dick too.

I wanted to free that shit on the plane once I woke up, but everyone else was awake too. He’d jokingly stated that I wouldn’t be able to hide his shit under a blanket. It would look like I had the Eiffel Tower under that bitch. My eyebrows had risen, and I’d laughed loudly. He chuckled and had said,“You laughing now, but when you see I ain’t joking, you gon’ have a different tune.”

That had halted my laughter altogether and had only made me even hornier with desire. He pecked my lips and had put his earbuds in, tuning me completely out for the remaining twohours of our flight. I wasn’t the least bit offended. I knew he was only trying to keep us out of trouble. There was no way I would have been able to hide having an orgasm in the daylight… no way in hell. My facial expressions told it all.

I felt his erection against my abdomen, and I knew the time was now. There was nothing holding us back. I pulled away from him slightly and backpedaled my way toward the bed. I unzipped my A-line mini-skirt and allowed it to fall to the floor, then pulled my shirt over my head. Harlem stood there watching me as if I was performing just for him. He seemed to be enjoying the show by the way his gaze devoured every inch of my flesh.

When I unfastened my bra, he began making his way to me, giving me a show of his own. When he pulled his shirt off and I saw the sleeve of tatts lead to one side of his chest, I was stuck. He was so damn fine. I knew that before, with his clothes on, but looking at his abs and defined chest only proved that fact even more so. It was no longer an opinion.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet and his diamond-encrusted gold and platinum grill, setting them on the table.

“Naw, baby. Put that shit on.”

He looked down at the grill and picked it up, sliding it over his teeth while staring at me. He still wore the necklace I’d bought him as well, and I couldn’t wait to have it swinging in my face. I slowly slid my thong down my legs, and I swore I saw his lip twitch like he was a hungry animal. He was gonna eat me alive, and I was ready for every moment of that.

Once I was fully nude, he stretched his sweats and drawers over his erection. He wasn’t lying. I had only seen a dick that big in the pornos. My lips parted, and my mouth watered as I slowly walked to him. That shit hanging on his thigh had summoned me. I loved a challenge, and that was just what his dick would be.Jesus.

When I got to him, I slid my hands up his chest as he grabbed my pinned-up twists and pulled my head backward. His tongue slid up my neck to my ear, and he emitted a low growl. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he bit my lobe then my shoulder. His hands traveled to my ass, and he lifted me, walking to the shower.

He lowered me to the vanity first, then went to the shower to start the water running. This open floor plan was so damn gorgeous. I loved not worrying about walls and doors. The only walls I was worried about were mine. Harlem turned back to me and just stared at me. It felt like my clit was throbbing, begging to be touched. His touch was magic, and I had a feeling that he knew that. However, his gaze couldn’t be fucked with either.

It had me squirming on this vanity about to go insane. “Harleeeemmm… pleeeaase.”

He bit his bottom lip, showing off that grill, as he watched me come unraveled. I slid my hand over my nipple and was going further south until he said in a deep voice, “Don’t touch it.”

My entire body trembled at his words. He was torturing me, and for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why until my pussy squirted all over the countertop. My eyes widened at what had happened. Apparently, he knew it was about to happen. He stroked his dick as it leaked while he stared at me, and I squirted more.