Perfect Harmony

by Lodge, Sarah P.

His hands grab my dress and slide it off my body. And I do nothing but let him. He can do whatever he likes to me - I don’t care. I want it all.

  Chase pulls off his trousers and his boxers, his enormous manhood springing forth in defiance. My jaw drops, my mouth agape.

  My first naked man. This is my first naked man, and - holy shit - what a man. My eyes can stare at nothing else but that gigantic length between his powerful thighs. I can’t breath - it’s too much.

  I’ve never seen one in person before, not up close, but now I’m consumed with fright and desire in equal measure.

  He’s so huge. It’s unthinkable, that something that gigantic could fit inside me. I’m only nineteen and I’ve never done this before. It’s impossible. It’s too much.

  But I crave it so much. To feel him inside and turning this scared little girl into a woman. I need him. I need him inside me now.

  His deep dark eyes almost gleam in the subtle darkness, his shadow towering over me and covering me as he approaches.

  All I can do is watch, mesmerised and under his spell. He leans over me, his naked body an inch from my own. Except my panties. I’m still wearing my lace panties, I realise. Nothing but a thin layer of cotton separating our burning naked bodies.

  But then his fingers trace down my bare breasts, the tips lightly trickling down my waist to my belly button, and lower and lower, and then the curve of my hip. I tremble, paralysed by his masterful gaze, desire and want and need overwhelming my senses and demanding I think of nothing else. Nothing but him and his naked body.

  He takes my hand and suckles on two of my fingers. Gently, at first, his tongue laps around them and I moan. He removes my fingers and we suddenly pause, staring at it each other intensely.

  His body hovers over me, eyes boring into me with a deep sensuality.

  Am I meant to do something? Does he want me to touch him, or move?

  He waits, expectantly.

  I’m not a little girl anymore - and it’s time I prove it.

  I kiss him. His lips are hard and warm, taking my kiss.

  My kiss.

  This is incredible.

  He pushes me back on to the bed and looms over me with his impressive and completely naked body, and I moan once more, wrapped in the silky bed sheet. He lies down on top of me.

  I feel his hard erection throbbing against the thin layer of lace panties, and against my inner thigh.

  My body begs for him, it craves his touch, an ache growing low in my belly and demanding to be satiated.

  I grab him by the shoulders and pull him down on to me, his manhood pulsing against my crotch. And I kiss him again. Hard and passionate and in control.

  My head falls back and I feel his lips once again on my throat, tracing lower to my neckline, and between my breasts, all the way down to my belly, the flick of his tongue soft against my tender skin.

  My breath is shallow, quick and hot, and I quiver in pleasure, as his tongue flicks at my belly button, his fingers trickling down the sides of my waist, down and down, all the way to...

  ...My panties. I feel it - his fingers curl into the elastic and gently roll them down for a moment.

  He stops.

  My heart pounds in my chest, my sex burning and aching and wanting him. More than anything I’ve ever known. I need him. I need him now.

  As if reading my mind, he rips the panties off in a sudden burst and tosses them to the floor, my bare mound exposed for him to see.

  His hands spread my legs and he takes a closer look, almost like he’s examining me. He cups my mound and traces my tender sensitive spot with his fingertips.

  I squeeze my eyes shut and arch my back in pleasure, almost lifting myself off the bed, my breath holding against my chest.

  “Open your eyes, my princess.”

  On the sound of his voice, I exhale suddenly, and do as he says. My eyes now open, I see his face between my legs, his eyes staring up at me.

  Suddenly, he dives in, and I feel his mouth on me. On my most sensitive and pleasurable area. It begs for more and more and more.

  He licks me, and spreads me wide with his fingers, his tongue darting and licking and tasting my slick folds.

  I bite on my lip, waves of pleasure ebbing and growing deep inside.

  God, I’m so wet. It’s insane - I’ve never known anything like it.

  He laps me, teasing me with his full width, his fingers rubbing my tender nub. And then his tongue is on it, licking the nub and my body screams.

  This is incredible. The feeling of his mouth in me is so intense and passionate and full of pure pleasure, I feel like I am going to explode. The waves of ecstasy rise and rise and I feel like I am going to drown, but I want to drown. I want to so so bad that it kills me.

  My body feels like it’s no longer under my control, my hips bucking into his mouth, again and again, the coiled spring of tension tightening and tightening.

  I writhe and I writhe, pulling away from his tongue, plundering and exploring and blinding me with a bright light of pleasure.

  It’s too much. I can’t take anymore - this sweet agony has me and it won’t let go.

  I try to buck away, but his hands grab my hips and spread me even wider, open for him to suck and lick deep deep inside.

  A finger. I feel a finger ease gently into me, all the way down to the knuckle, rubbing and stroking and exploring every inch of me.

  Another finger. Holy shit - two fingers. I gyrate, into his palm.

  A third. Oh fuck!

  So deep. He’s so deep, stretching me wider and wider and suddenly diving back in with his tongue.

  I cry out, a wave of pleasure crashing against my body, a spark of pure ecstasy thunders through and takes every inch of me with it.

  My fists grip the bed sheet and cling on for dear life and I instinctively pull my tender sex away from his fingers... his tongue.

  But he grabs my hips with his other hand and pulls me to him. Onto him.

  He won’t let me escape his grasp, the exquisite and electrifying agony of his touch.

  The waves crash and crash, higher and higher and I grip the bed sheets harder and cry out, a scream, oh such a scream, it’s loud and high pitched, and my hips buck and my body arches off the bed, and I explode in orgasm, pure bliss undulating wave after wave and spreading out through my body and into every limb and I cry out again and again in joy.

  My breath shallows, my heart like a jackhammer. The world seems dimmer, but there’s more. There has to be.

  It can’t stop here. Not now, not with him.

  I need more.

  My eyes open and I look down to see Chase sheathing himself in a condom.

  He rises up and positions his powerful dominating body over me, my own still shaking and shivering in the after-orgasm. He guides himself close to my aching sex and gazes into my eyes.

  Do it. Now. Please. I need it - I need him inside me now.

  He thrusts inside me in a single long and deliberate stroke, deep to the hilt.

  I gasp in the sudden pain. He’s so huge, shoved inside me, I feel a lightening bolt of agony thunder inside my sex, his enormous length breaking that barrier to womanhood. I’m not a girl anymore. Not some stupid scared little girl.

  He fills me up, so wide and wonderful, and I scream in pleasure.

  He holds for a moment, and I feel myself wrap around him, getting used to the feel of him stretching me to accommodate such a vast length.

  And then he kisses me, soft and passionate, hot breath mingling in the air and billowing against my skin, his lips under my chin and my throat and then my cheeks and my lips.

  The pain of him inside me is still so real and true, but it feels different suddenly.

  He caresses my hair with a gentle stroke of one hand.

  “Be careful,” I say in a muted breath.

  Chase lingers over me, those dark piercing eyes bore into my soul.

  He smirks, a ruthless and joy-filled smirk.

  Suddenly, but ever so slowl
y, he begins to move inside me.

  And the intense pain fades away, morphing into a blinding sensation of pure ecstasy and bliss.

  The crashing waves that drowned me only moments ago, return thicker and faster and all consuming. They crash higher and higher than before, greater than I ever would have imagined, my feet prickling like on sinking sand and I’m falling, but the rush begins once again and takes me completely.

  I never would have thought it would feel this amazing. The pain of him inside me is a distant memory.

  Now all I can feel is Chase, filling me deep with each slow and deliberate thrust, again and again, so deep inside that I feel like I’m going to be split open.

  And I tighten and convulse, my body taking every inch, as his hands brush over my hair and my neck and my breasts, his roughness increasing with each thrust, riding me deeper and deeper, and so hard I can’t control myself, hips bucking and sweat dripping off our naked bodies, his hand holding my hips and pulling me on to him, again and again.

  My breasts bounce up and down with each commanding thrust, increasing with the dominating force as I take him deeper and deeper, the headboard smashing against the wall and banging away rhythmically with our bodies, but I can’t hear it - it’s drowned out by my hot breath and my moans and my screams.

  Pleasure upon pleasure builds and threatens to take me completely and fully, as my sweat filled body writhes and gyrates, my back arching and taking me so far off the sheets it’s like I’m flying and I pant and beg for another release.

  More than before - that was only a warm up, and this is the main event. My body screams with desire and need, desperate to explode again, his hands holding me down as he pushes inside me over and over, so deep that I think I scream but I can’t hear a word, just an endless white noise of pleasure washing over me and drowning out everything but the incredible feeling of his huge length filling me again and again.

  My eyes close and my head tilts back, the waves crashing and rising and crashing and rising, the coil of tensions winding and winding, ready to spring and fly out. Just a little more, I’m almost there.

  I hold him against me, taking him, wave after wave of pleasure smashing against me, and hot rushes of pure joy billowing and billowing and ready to shoot through every inch of my body and take me over, and leave nothing left but this one body, naked and filled and satisfied.

  He growls into the darkness with power and ferocity and thrusts into me with one last devastating slam.

  It’s too much.

  The wave crashes and the orgasm takes me, wide and full and blinding. The world fades to nothing - nothing but that explosion of pure pleasure shaking through my body, over and over. I scream, I think. There’s no sound, just my open mouth, and shivering body, rushes of pure ecstasy thundering through my sex and out into my belly and my thighs and my chest and my calves and my breasts and my feet and my arms and my head and my fingers and my hair.

  I catch my breath, the scent of Chase’s musk in my nostrils, his naked body pressed against mine and our joint sweat thick in the air. I open my eyes, shivering as the world slowly fades back into view.

  Chase lies on top of me, holding me. Protecting me.

  Why was I so afraid of that? It seems so insane to think it - I ran and I ran from the greatest pleasure someone could ever experience, because I was so scared and lonely and insecure.

  But no more. Chase has freed me. I’m no longer a little girl.

  I’m a woman. A real woman. Finally.

  The sheer sense of relief washes over me, and it’s enough. It’s all I’ve ever asked for.

  “Did it hurt?” asks Chase.

  I look up at the sound of his voice. He stares at me, questioning and regret in his large dark eyes. Was he not happy at all?

  “No,” I say. “Not at all.”

  “Liar.”

  I bite my lip. How does he do that? How does he always know what I’m thinking?

  “At first,” I say. “Then... wow.”

  His look changes all of a sudden, no longer regretful and cautious, but now satiated with the hint of a smile.

  He kisses me gently on the forehead and I instinctively cup his cheek with my hand.

  Chase looks at me quizzically.

  “You always do it to me,” I say. “I wanted to see how it felt.”

  He leans in and kisses me passionately on the lips. But it’s more than any other kiss we shared - there’s passion and desire and want, like every time before, but there’s a sense of something else, something deep and caring.

  There’s a sense of tenderness.

  I feel so different. How this man, this incredible man can care for me, it rocks me to the very foundations. I knew he wanted me - he couldn’t have made it any clearer - but part of me denied and obfuscated the truth, unable to believe I was what he wanted - this scared little girl that had everyone’s pity.

  But not anymore. That girl is gone. He’s given me this gift - this wonderful gift of rebirth and I finally feel like not only a woman, but the woman I’m meant to be.

  The real me.

  I pull his face up and roll our bodies so he’s on his back.

  His eyes widen in surprise.

  I kiss him again, now on top, then lift my body up so I’m straddling him.

  “Melody?” he says with a wicked smile.

  “We’re not over yet,” I say. “The deal was for one night. And I don’t see daylight coming any time soon.”

  “Well, look at you. Haven’t you come far.”

  I smile wickedly back at him. “Not far enough.”

  He strokes my thigh tenderly with his palm. “And you would know what to do, I take it? On top of me?”

  There’s a sudden pang in my gut.

  He’s right. I may not be a virgin anymore, but I don’t know what the hell I’m doing. What if I did something wrong? What if I don’t give him the same immeasurable pleasure he’s given me? I’d look like a fool.

  No, there’s no way that can happen. Not now, not with this new me.

  I take his other hand and bring it up to my cheek. Instinctively, he cups it, and I stare down and deep into his eyes.

  “Teach me.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Chase

  The way that girl makes me feel.

  Fuck.

  I’ve never known sex like it. Melody’s innocence and young passion sends my mind into a blur.

  I’ve never wanted someone more. Even after having her, I find it impossible to keep my hands away. She was barely more than a girl until tonight - a map of untouched skin and silenced desire.

  But no more.

  Now, she is a woman. A beautiful young and vibrant woman. And I’m responsible for that - I’m the one that took her hand and brought her into adulthood, our bodies writhing naked and sweaty in the darkness. How I taught her how to buck with a steady rhythm and to ride my body with such reckless fire. To look into my eyes as she mounted me, taking every inch into herself, and making me her own.

  I feel so honoured to be her first true lover, and it’s a memory I’ll cherish until the day I stop breathing.

  But it didn’t just stop there. We had only finished her first time, but the night had only just begun.

  We made love in the shower, sweat filled and still burning with desire for each other. The hot water hit our naked bodies as I took her against the marble walls, the musk of our bodies billowing into the air and filling it with the taste of pure lust.

  And on it continued: in my library against the bookcase; in my study against the silky leather of my chair; the soft carpet of the guest bedroom.

  But best of all was when we thought we were done. Melody and I prepared some sandwiches for a snack, chopping cucumber and carrots in time as we hummed both parts of Heart and Soul together, laughing and smiling and giddy in each other’s company. And then we laid the table and began to sit down. But I caught sight of Melody’s pink areola, peaking out of the unbuttoned side of an oversized linen shirt of min
e she was wearing. It stirs me deep down, the memories of the last six hours flooding back.

  Blindly, I threw one arm across the table and chucked the food on to the floor. Melody squeaked in surprise, as I grabbed her in my arms and threw her on to the table. And there we made love again and again.

  And every time we did, Melody got better and better. She took everything I knew and turned it on its head, until she was improvising on her own. The student had become the master.

  I’ve never felt anything like it.

  After finishing our six... seventh...

  I’ve lost count how many times we’ve fucked, but when we’re done with the most recent love making, we sit down to enjoy some of the sandwiches leftover from the kitchen.

  “At least these ones don’t have our footprints on them,” says Melody. She takes a large bite of the tuna sandwich.

  “Another moment like before, and they’ll have more than footprints.”

  She beams at me.

  I take a sip of my freshly squeezed orange juice, the morning light flooding the room in a bright warm haze.

  “What’s in that one again?” she says, looking at my sandwich triangle.

  I go to feed it to her and she laughs, before taking a bite.

  “Good?” I say.

  “Good,” she says with a muffled mouthful of egg and watercress.

  I’m struck again by how carefree she is. No other girl I’ve had as ever enjoyed the breakfast meal together - not as I have. She loves food and she doesn’t care who knows it, not like some of those vacuous sycophants I’ve bedded before.

  She’s so real and true, and all I can think about is how I want to spend every minute with her; touching that curvy body and that milk white skin. To bite it and taste it and smell it.

  But not just her body. There’s something else at work here - a desire for more than carnal thrills. The way she makes me feel...

  It’s like I am awake for the first time.

  After all these years, all those women I’ve bedded, all the businesses I’ve built up, money I’ve made and enemies I’ve vanquished; they’ve meant nothing for so long - just empty ventures to pass the time.

  I wandered through this world like a zombie, feeling nothing.