Harmony

by Sienna Mynx

  “You’re still nervous,” he said, approaching.

  Harmony opened her mouth and closed it, knowing that a litany of excuses were certain to tumble out. The truth was far simpler. Her heart thundered in her chest and blood warmly raced through her veins, not from nervousness but something strangely enticing. Good, bad or wrong the unknown held promise. When he stopped in front of her she had to look up into his eyes again. Romano traced his finger along her jaw to the center of her chin then with a pinch he tilted her head back. Harmony took in a few quick breaths through her nose, attempting to stop the breakneck pace of her heart. Her body tension slowly began to unwind. Romano lowered his head and stole a kiss. It was slow, teasingly gentle. A brief touch of lips that felt both soft and innocent. When his mouth parted she realized hers gaped for more. Embarrassed she pressed her lips together and double blinked up at him. Heat slid arousal through her body and she swallowed hard. To hell with innocence! She wanted a kiss. A real one. Should she say so? One arm held her. The other free hand caressed her cheek.

  “You are sexy.” He breathed.

  “Thanks Suga, you ain’t too bad yourself. Hey, slow down. Maybe we should wait for news on Willie. I might have to talk to him.” She pushed against his chest tasting him on her mouth. A stall was the only defense she had left.

  “I think I’ve waited long enough, Songbird.” Romano’s voice hardened and so did his hold. He ran his hand up the center of her spine, stopping at her nape a brief moment then stepped back as if he was getting a good look at her for the first time. He lifted her arm and spun her in a half circle, crossing her arms in front of her and bringing her up against his chest. She thought she heard a deep groan escape him when her backside pressed into his groin. He released her hand and eased his inside her bodice. The front material stretched and his warm palm massaged her left breast. Her eyes flashed upward to lock with his in the mirror. She stood transfixed, almost hypnotized.

  “I can feel your heart beating in my palm.” Romano smirked, giving her breast a gentle squeeze, then pulling on her swollen nipple until it was tight. “I’ve always wondered if the skin between your thighs feels as soft and beautiful as your voice. Does it?” he asked removing his hand then reaching between them to pull down the tab of the zipper to her dress.

  The slight quiver in her belly drew her eyes shut. The front of her dress lowered but she caught the fabric before it dipped too low. His penetrating stare said he didn’t approve. Her hand fell away. The dress dropped down the length of her arms. She had to tug it over the bend of her hips in order for it to fall to the floor.

  Now in her full slip and heels, her neck, shoulders, and the tops of her breasts were available for his perusal.

  Romano took a small step back to be sure he could see her fully. “I’ve imagined quite a bit since I first laid eyes on you. Your breasts for starters. I’ve given them considerable thought.” His hoarse accent didn’t garble his words. In fact, it only added flavoring to the seductive way in which he spoke.

  “Have you?” Harmony let out a shaky breath and moisture gathered between her thighs. She could feel it build and dampen the seat of her panty. If he kissed her properly she felt certain the last of her trepidation would melt away. Should she kiss him? If he was closer she would. Under the heat of his gaze she found herself unable to move or speak. The shadows in the room chased from the bed, were mostly in the corner where he stood. They cast his face in mystery. It was clear that pleasure awaited behind the veil of taboo. No one needed to know, why not indulge until her back wore out? Sweet merciful Mary I could really go for a bit of forbidden now.

  Harmony pressed her lips together. She reached for the satin strap of her slip on her left shoulder and eased it down. Her actions peeled away the soft fabric from her breast and the chill in the room made her nipple unreasonably tight.

  The corner of Romano’s mouth lifted in a smile.

  Her hand trembled once arousal curled tighter in her chest. Mindless, she eased down the right satin strap and uncovered both breasts. Harmony’s hands lowered, both went to the sides of her slip and began to tug. The garment fell from her body in a polyester wave to her ankles, she then stepped out of it. A shiver went through her and her cheeks warmed as she faced his inspection. Harmony stood before him in her panty and gartered stockings, with the heels she’d borrowed from the club. She watched his hand rise, then reach out to touch her, and could feel the heat from his fingers, barely centimeters from her skin. She didn’t know what to make of the tease. Her eyes dropped down to where he barely touched her and for long breathless moments just stared until his hand withdrew.

  Not even his sweet Annie, who left him when his violent nature became too much, stirred such raw feeling in him so soon. He knew his fondness for Harmony stemmed from her voice. But now, he had to question that reasoning. Like Annie she had a hold on him from the start. He concentrated on the feeling to understand it a bit more. Nothing came. It was simply her. All of her. She could have remained fully clothed and still affected him this way. She crossed her arms over her breasts and visibly shivered. Was she cold? Why couldn't he move on her? Dammit this is ridiculous.

  “Come here,” he barked, his voice hoarse with desire and tense.

  Again she speared him with those smoky brown eyes of hers. To make matters worse she didn’t move. Not a breath escaped him as he waited. He swallowed a bit of his pride and asked again. “Come to me Songbird.”

  She approached him slowly, keeping her lovely breasts concealed behind her crossed arms.

  “That’s better,” he exhaled, feeling the tightness in his chest loosen when she responded to his wish. He brushed his lips over the rapid beat of her pulse. Then lifted his gaze and noticed her thawing under his touch. Romano unsnapped her garter belt and fastens, tossing it aside. He eased his hand down her back and the velvet smoothness of her rounded curves. She released the sweetest sigh against his cheek. Did every sound escaping his Songbird sound so beautiful? What sounds would she purr when he truly claimed her? Slowly he ran his middle finger down the crease of her buttocks to rub her indiscreetly. “I want you, here,” he said giving her forbidden hole a tap. His other hand eased between his bulging groin and her belly to part the crease of her thighs so he could rub two fingers over the seat of her panty that concealed the plump lips of her sex. “And here.”

  A shiver passed from her soft sweet body and he felt it like a rippling current of electricity. Romano drew his face from the side of hers and looked upon her once more. Her dazed stare connected with his and he found a silent plea in her beautiful brown eyes. I’ll be damn. She wants me to go for it. Take her. It’s all over her face. Exactly who is playing who here?

  A door slammed downstairs. Someone had arrived, possibly his brother. Anger began to cloud his mood. He got a report back from Jimmie that Antonio was making moves without his consent. It would be a nasty matter teaching his brother to show respect. He’d deal with it later. No business was of greater importance than what he desired in his bedroom.

  He turned her. His arms went under hers causing them to lift in acceptance. Both his palms rested flat against her belly. He smoothly cupped her breasts. She pressed the side of her face to his as her head tilted back to his shoulder. He could hear her sweet gasps soft against his ear as he weighed her bosom in his open palms. Using his thumbs, he ran them across the twin sensitive nubs. She heaved her chest with deep sighs, whimpering for more.

  “Please Vinnie…”

  “Please what, Harmony? Should we wait for Willie? Should we make it no more than a deal between us? His freedom for yours?”

  “What do you expect me to say?”

  “I'm hanging on by a thread here Doll. Don't want to rush things, scare you, but… tell me something quick.”

  “Like?”

  “You understand my pleasure is now your only concern.”

  “I understand.”

  He caught the distended tips between his thumbs and forefingers, squeezing lig
htly. His other hand went south between her thighs forcing her feet to part a fraction. Romano wasn’t a man prone to exaggeration. He desperately wanted to ravage her. The passion squeezing his groin urged him to abandon restraint and fuck her hard and strong. But the delicate feel of her, the sweet smell of her breath, and the lovely sound of her voice when she spoke tamed his inner beast. His cock twitched and strained against his zipper. “You’re remarkable, so sexy and you smell like a flower.”

  “Do I?”

  “Mmhm.”

  He felt her tense when he pinched her below. Her ass wiggled a bit against his groin. “You’re sensitive. I like that.” He did. He wanted to know more, feel more. Releasing her nipple he tracked his other hand down into her panty.

  “Wait!” she gasped, taking hold of his wrist.

  “Don’t make me Songbird.” He whispered back. “Selo fidi, remember?” He smiled. His finger tangled briefly in the short nest of curls guarding her femininity before dipping lower.

  She feared he’d tear her undergarments off her and this was her best pair. But his touch was gentle as he caressed her down there with both hands. A door shut again below them. Someone had come with news. Should she ask him to go see? She knew not to. This was the bargain. Whatever news of her brother was to be heard, she’d have to pay the price to get it first.

  “Now,” he groaned, plying her open with two fingers then using his others to tickle her bud. Her panty stretched and slipped lower down her hips, it was pushed down her thighs. She rolled her hips against the bulge pressing against her. Then his finger pierced her with a single thrust causing her to rise on her toes.

  “I like the way you struggle against me.” He flicked his tongue at her ear. “Do you like it when I touch you here Harmony? You’re shivering between your thighs.”

  “Yes.”

  “Good.” He inserted another finger and her hips moved in a sinuous rhythm that was all her, all feeling. She released a silent cry for mercy but it came out as no more than a soft hiss of pleasure.

  Again her heart started beating faster due to his mesmerizing presence, she couldn't utter a word. Her throat went dry as her temperature spiked another degree, and the man was just using his fingers. She felt her inner muscles below constrict and release so she grabbed his hand and forced his fingers deeper. “Yes!” She wailed then shuddered through another warm sweet release. She moaned louder as her head thrashed against his shoulder.

  It had been over a year since Lewis died. So very long since she’d been touched. And Lewis was such a powerful lover. No part of her was left unexplored. Would this be the same? Probably not. He’d ride his desire out until her back was sore and legs were weak. But the pleasure would be solely for him. Men were selfish pigs. Vinnie Romano was probably like the rest of them. Though from the moment she entered his bedroom he’d given her a taste of the sublime.

  She grew weaker as he loved her with his hand. Slowly her channel adjusted to the sweet invasion. Now responding bodily she began to work her hips even more and indulge in the sinful sensations.

  “You think I want to rush this? I don’t,” he breathed. “Slow down, you aren’t ready.” He grunted against her ear. “I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”

  Romano released her. Harmony turned to him and her panty dropped down her legs. She was sticky with her own juices between her thighs. Here she stood, her undergarments at her feet, her sex throbbing for him and he was neatly groomed, tailored, not a strand of his thick hair out of place. He smelled of whiskey, tobacco, and a mossy rich maleness, part aftershave and part him. There was no point in denying even to herself that she wanted completeness with every inch of him.

  The brush of his lips was electrifying. A jolt of self-control, an unyielding power washed over her. She felt her own potency in his kiss, and how slowly he was slipping under. Romano's warm, strong, tongue swept over hers. The exchange left her breathless. Her hands lifted to his hair grabbing the silky strands and they slipped through her fingers. She felt their connection, felt his need and returned it, devouring him with her kiss. His passion, slow and controlled, had her desperate and demanding more.

  Next her feet left the ground and she wrapped her legs around his waist, prepared for the journey. A few short steps brought her to the bed, and he placed her there delicately. That was the shocking contrast of who he was for her now. All gentle touches and sweet kisses. Was she to believe this behavior change was part of the man who evoked fear in many?

  Harmony watched him undo her shoe buckle then toss it, then the other. When he lowered her foot she scooted back into the lush pillows in nothing but her garter stockings rolled to the cusp of her knee.

  Romano opened his cuffs and then the collar of his shirt, before he unbuttoned it. His gaze hard, pinned her to the bed. Harmony swallowed another dose of nerves. Shrugging off the shirt he dropped it aside. She was left a clear view of his broad shoulders and his long lean arms, slightly muscular but not massive. She was taken aback by the knife cuts and healed scaring where he was either stabbed or worse. Is that what life in his world meant? A life that stole her Lewis away. She cast her gaze away, but again was compelled to look his way again.

  When he dropped his pants, she was caught by surprise by the way his penis sprang to attention. Romano let his gaze travel along the line of her body with an unspoken command. Harmony rose on her elbows. Neither of them spoke. Sucking down a breath of courage she scooted to the center of the bed, parting her thighs for him. He dropped a knee on the bed, his hand lowered to her bent knee and pushed it down to the mattress. In the dim light she caught the swirl of desire in his irises.

  “My pleasure is yours.” He whispered, and then said more, but in his language and low enough to be mistaken for a growl. To her delight his head lowered and he kissed her below. The kiss he gave her below was soft at first then demanding and scorching with intensity. His tongue swept in deep then withdrew masterfully.

  What a wonderful way of saying things. Harmony squeezed her eyes shut and suppressed the giddiness that caused her smile to spread wide across her lips. He blew his cool breath over her hot wet sex and she shuddered. Inside her core heated, melted. She felt dizzy with lust. “Ugh!” She panted in response. It was too much, too powerful, too sweetly gentle.

  She arched her back with the heels of her feet resting on the center of his spine, as his face remained buried between her thighs. Her head tilted all the way back burrowing down into the pillows.

  Romano’s tongue plunged into her channel and then swiped out under her folds to tease her sensitive bud so swiftly her pelvis shook. Her breaths grew shallow, chopped apart by the swift thrusts of his tongue. His breath against her feminine core came faster too, accompanied by manly grunts. To her delight he grabbed hold of her wrist and brought her hand between her thighs when she neared climax. Lifting his head he studied her as he forced her to play with herself then lowered his face to lick, suck, and plunder her with kisses and dizzying swirls of his tongue.

  Harmony did as she was instructed, plucking and twisting her clitoris while throwing her hips up into his face for more. It was so sinfully bad, she knew she’d be damned for sure, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop. Then he knocked her hand away and took her jewel into his mouth sucking it hard. She exploded! Her inner walls clamped down on his newly inserted fingers and she gripped his hair tightly before releasing a scream.

  Never in Harmony’s wildest dreams since the death of Lewis, had she thought she’d experience such beautiful intensity. Letting go of his hair she gripped the sheets. She was mortified by her lack of control. Her eyes shot open when he rose and eased over her. Their gazes locked. Her sight narrowed, constricted until she saw only his taut features. He positioned the head of his shaft at her entrance. Without warning he bore down with his hips, sinking, giving her inch after inch. And she felt every ridge and vein, as her tender walls were crowded, filled with his thickness.

  His face came in close and she turned from his lips
coated with her essence. He pressed those lips to her cheek and she closed her eyes.

  “You are a Goddess,” he groaned.

  Harmony gasped, Romano delivered thrust after thrust in slow yet forceful succession. Her orgasm built, it pushed higher by the motion of his tunneling cock and the rub of his granite tight thighs. Everywhere their skin touched she burned with fever. She turned her head back to look into his eyes and the sly devilish smile he wore nearly made her climax. She brushed her mouth over his wet lips and he forced her to receive his tongue. Blinking rapidly at the salty flavor, she had to close her eyes once more. He licked at her tongue and lips, smiling while moving inside of her.

  Taking her by the lush mounds of her ass Romano pumped his cock into a hot clenching channel that set his toes to curl. Harmony whimpered and moaned beneath him. He wanted to fuck her hard, but he knew she wasn’t ready for that. Not in the way he really wanted to take her. So he forced himself to slow, willed himself to behave. But Harmony moved one time too many and despite his restraint he thrust harder and faster. The warmth of her silken walls sent his mind to spinning with foolish thoughts; I want her to be mine, only mine, it’s done.