In Harmony

by JN Welsh

  “Not at all. I find most things that you do to be quite entertaining.”

  She didn’t know how to respond. Did he see her as weird...interesting...sexy? She brushed it off and focused on her exercises. She flattened her palm against her stomach and placed the opening created by her fisted hand over her mouth. She inhaled and blew, adjusting the tension of her fist. Her cheeks puffed as she continued to blow. She slid her eyes to Tommy to find him riveted by her process.

  After a few minutes, she changed her fisted palm to a thumbs-up hand shape and “M’d” her thumb between her lips to practice her tonguing technique. Tommy’s hair came into view before his eyes were literally leveled with her mouth.

  She frowned and laughed at the same time, stopping her process. “What are you doing?”

  “I didn’t mean to interrupt you. It’s fascinating. I guess I wanted to see what your mouth was doing?”

  Perhaps it was the wine and cognac at dinner, or the fact that instruments and playing them were so second nature to her. Maybe she just needed to connect with Tommy again physically by any means necessary. “Do you want to feel it?” she asked.

  He didn’t hesitate to stand before her and offer her an outstretched palm.

  She took his right hand and placed it on her stomach. He shuffled closer and the front of his leg touched the outside of her knee. She repeated her breathing exercise, taking in a deep diaphragm breath. Tommy’s eyes widened and hers mimicked his.

  They both erupted with laughter.

  “Don’t make me laugh or else I can’t do it right,” she said through giggles.

  “That feels crazy,” he said with his hand still on her belly.

  “I know, but we haven’t even gotten to the fun part yet.” She flubbed her lips to get the laughter out.

  “I’ll try not to do anything ridiculous,” he promised.

  She reset. “Okay. Here we go.” She blew again and then expelled air in rapid staccato spurts, her cheeks following. When she refilled her air to begin again, he inhaled in unison with her, though not as quick or as deep.

  Tommy shook his head as his eyes went back and forth between her cheeks and her stomach.

  She stopped after she expelled her last breath of air.

  “That’s amazing.” Tommy withdrew his hand and she gripped his wrist, sliding her fingers to curl around his thumb, bringing it to her mouth. She “M’d” the tip and tongued the pad with similar movements to her breathing, moments before. He inched even closer to her and his free hand stroked up her arm to her neck and caressed her there.

  “Nyah.” He whispered her name and it covered her like a satin sheet.

  She leaned into his touch and took his thumb deeper into her mouth. She sucked gently and slid it out slow and steady. Tommy’s chest inflated and fell, each time quicker than the last. She manipulated his hand to slip his index and middle fingers into her mouth, wetting and laving from base to tip. A moan escaped her.

  Tommy pressed his head against the side of hers as she sucked. “I’m going to kiss you, Nyah. I have to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

  She nodded her permission, rubbing her head against his, and released his fingers from her mouth. “I’m going to put your fingers between my legs. Is that okay?” she asked.

  “Fuck yeah,” he huffed out and his caresses on her skin crept up the back of her head until his hand cupped her neck. He pulled her to him and his mouth covered her.

  She widened her legs and guided his hand to her center. As Tommy devoured her mouth, she shifted her panties to give him direct access to her hot folds. She’d wet his fingers but she felt the cool air hit the slick readiness seeping from her slit. Tommy rubbed her, and the pleasure he bequeathed her liquefied her like a puddle of hot caramel.

  He separated from her long enough to yank off his glasses and fumbled to pocket them while his hand still worked between her legs.

  “Can you see me without those?” she panted.

  He removed his hand from her pussy and brought his fingers close to his nose. “I can smell you.” He licked his fingers. “I can taste you.” He rejoined their mouths and tongues, sharing what he savored. “I’ve had you seared in my head since the moment you played Bottesini in your audition. I see you, Nyah. I always see you.”

  “Tommy.” He kissed her deeply and his hands slipped back to her craving pussy. This time she reached down to rip the barrier obstructing their contact. His fingers sunk inside her and his thumb rubbed her clit. Her hips circled and she inched closer to the edge of the seating. Tommy’s legs straddled her thigh and she raised her leg slightly to gently knee his package. She wanted to see his hard and heavy cock, to feel it, and release it from the constraining material of his pants. With free hands she unbuckled his belt, worked the button free, and unzipped.

  “You’re so hard, Tommy,” she whined, as his fingers continued to build a storm within her. She plucked his rigid muscle from his underwear. Fearless, she squeezed and rubbed him. Slippery liquid oozed from him and she circled her thumb against the sculpted tip. Her hand wrapped around him and up and down she stroked, desiring to pleasure him the way he did with her.

  “I want to feel you, Tommy.”

  His breath hitched in his throat. “Condoms are in the room.”

  “I don’t care.” She’d been patient and waited. Now horny as fuck and out of her mind, she crumpled the rules and functioned on pure need.

  “You will tomorrow.” His sexy humor rumbled in his chest.

  She groaned in disappointment, yet moaned in pleasure as he worked her middle. Her body shook, clinging on to the edge of something extraordinary.

  “We’re not done, angel,” he hissed against her ear. “I have to hear you, and feel you come on my hand.”

  She pumped his cock harder. “I will if you will.” Her tongue lapped at his mouth and he gave her his tongue. They crashed together in a bubble of passion, his fingers the bow strumming her stings. Neither of them caring if anyone spied or heard their passionate exchange or concerned as to where they were, as long as her hands were on him and his hands were on her. The way he kissed her freed her of all inhibitions and made her feel like she’d never had lips on hers before. A surge rose up from her core and rhythmic contractions quaked every muscle in her body. “Tommy.” She cried his name into his mouth. Her insides clenched for more of his hand and her hips bucked. “Harder. Oh God. Deeper.” She jerked on his stiff cock, needing him to feel what she did.

  “Fuck, Nyah. I’m—” Tommy hunched and pressed his head against her shoulder. With his free hand he pushed her hands and his cock down to the floor, emptying his load.

  Breathless, they stayed like that, both of them raw and satiated, at least for that moment. Minutes of recovery passed. But how could she recover from that?

  “You okay?” he asked at length. He stuffed himself back inside his underwear and tended to his pants, the belt buckle clinking into place.

  “Yeah. You?” Her underwear was still attached on one side and she pulled her dress back down.

  “Yeah.” He pulled his glasses out of his pocket and wiped sweat off his brow before putting them back on.

  Silence hung between them. She’d experienced raw and intense moments before but never like this. She wanted, no, needed more. Tommy had to know that he’d opened the floodgates.

  “So...we’re on this big ol’ boat together for the next forty-eight hours.” She let her statement breathe.

  “Yes, we are.” He stared at her, his forehead wrinkling.

  She hopped to her feet and smoothed her clothes. “That all you got?” she teased.

  He intertwined his fingers with hers and kissed the back of her hand. “Not even close.”

  Thank God.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Second thoughts threatened to taint the moment. Nyah’s scent lingered under his nose and he savored
her taste. He wanted to show her what more he had to offer and to please her in a way that would buckle her knees and have her cry out his name in complete and utter surrender. She touched his face and all the thoughts that ran through his mind blurred to the background as he focused on her eyes. He wanted to see her undisguised by layers of face paint. His thumb smeared at the makeup to remove it but it stayed put.

  “Let me take this off.” She caressed his hand and pulled away, but he held her to him.

  “I won’t be able to wait that long.” He pulled her to him and pressed his lips against her.

  “Don’t you need something?” she asked, her upper body concaving to his fingers as they slid down the silky material of her plunging neckline.

  “Carajo,” he cursed in Spanish. “I’ll be back.” Her alluring giggle only provoked his already hard dick.

  He tore himself away from her gravity and sped to his suite. He dug through his luggage to find the condom box in one of the inside pockets of his luggage. He hadn’t planned on using them even if he’d hoped that things would escalate between him and Nyah. Being with her wasn’t a guarantee, but damn if he wasn’t glad he’d come prepared. He longed to touch her again. And then what?

  His mind leapt into the future. Vignettes of wild and breathless moments were followed by “thanks for a great night,” or the “it’s been great” statements that ended things. The chill of being in an empty bed swept over him and his heart cramped at the thought of that vacant spot ever having belonged to Nyah. He shoved the condom box in his pant pocket and traipsed back to her.

  He found her, makeup-less and drying her face with a towel. She took one look at him and asked, “Having second thoughts?”

  He raked a hand through his hair. “I’m your agent. If we do this the waters could get muddy.”

  “I’m not gonna lie. You’re not the only one. But...” She sauntered toward him and pressed her modest curves against him. “Some of the best things come from muddy water.” She nuzzled his neck with her nose and he drew breath. “Sunscreen for elephants.” Her lips grazed his jawline. “Lotus flowers.” She followed the line of his chin all the way to his other cheek, kissing along the way. “And—”

  He silenced her with his lips, his ravenous tongue grateful for the welcome reception her mouth offered. He couldn’t believe how much he needed to taste her again until the sweetness of her tongue folded with his. He wanted to know what she liked and memorize every inch of her. He delighted in learning what he could do to make her feel good. She moaned in a note that her bass had created the day he’d first seen her play, and he logged the positive reaction for the future. The memory of her, lovely and bowing her instrument, crossed his vision. He clasped her face on either side and studied her low lids and desire-stained cheeks. He didn’t need to imagine her or visualize her to jerk off in his loft. She stood here beautiful and open before him, and he filed the images with the others he’d collected of her so far.

  She used the inches of space between them to seize the opportunity and slink out of her dress from the top, revealing small breasts that he craved to touch. When she slid the material down over her waist, he flattened his palm over her and she felt amazing in his hand. Her tits could be any size and she’d still be perfect to him. His hand appeared massive as he rubbed and massaged her.

  He pinched the dark, protruding nipples and her mouth opened to release a throaty sigh. His hand crept down to her hip as her legs marched out of the dress, and his head dropped to capture one sensitive bud in his teeth. The intoxicating scent of the sea on her skin blended with the musky fragrance of tuberose in her perfume. He lost himself in this moment with her. His tongue mimicked the technique she’d tortured his finger with earlier and he thought it only fair that he return the favor.

  “Tommy.” Her hands clasped him by the neck and she pressed him to her. She took his glasses off and placed them on a nearby table. He applied pressure with each nibble before releasing the taut bud, only to lave the sensitive area with his tongue, and then suckle with intensity.

  She squealed and he relished in the sound. He replaced the intensity with gentler licks and Nyah bowed over him.

  “Who the fuck are you?” she gasped.

  He laughed wickedly. His deep humor sounded altered even to him. He straightened, releasing her hard, swollen areola that he’d refrained from marking, and she groaned in protest.

  “You’re about to find out.” His fingers already unbuckled his belt and he undid his pants button while Nyah untucked and unbuttoned his shirt. She petted the layer of short curly hair on his chest and slid her hands up over his trapezius and shoulder caps. “I didn’t know you were inked here.” She slipped the shirt off him, following the expanse of the angel wings that crept slightly up his neck and spanned his upper back and arms. She circled him, her fingers tracing the feathered wings he had tattooed into his skin over a decade ago. Her fingers stopped at the spot where the shaded name in calligraphy tatted him. Long seconds passed as she continued her evaluation.

  “This is beautiful, Tommy.” She said it softly and reverently, like she somehow understood how much the tattoo meant to him. He released a lungful of air and goosebumps raised on his arm as Nyah’s lips touched his shoulder. She looked up at him as she traced kisses from his triceps all the way down to his elbow. The combination of shyness and hunger sparkled in her eyes. She ducked under his arm, her mouth torturing his side and arcing toward his stomach until she squatted before him and yanked down his pants. The linen settled around his ankles.

  She planted a kiss on his stomach, sending shocks through his abs, and the muscles contracted when her tongue flitted around his belly button. “That’s not where I want your mouth.” He hauled her back to her feet and devoured her, moaning as he licked, sucked and nibbled with frightening hunger.

  “What do you want, Tommy?” she choked out as if she rationed air.

  He was suddenly a novice at all his languages. She raked her fingers through his hair and toyed with his ears. “Tell me. Please, tell me.”

  He’d been asked what he wanted countless times but he’d never been with someone who looked at him with such attentiveness and caring as if her pleasure depended on his. How could he not divulge his desires to her.

  “I want your mouth. Give me your mouth, angel.” He lurched to reclaim her lips and she evaded him.

  “Where?”

  He stepped back to get a less blurry visual of the mischievousness dancing on her face.

  “Here.” He pointed to his chest. She kissed his pectoral muscle and sucked his nipple lovingly before delivering her own bite. He hissed as the sensation spread through him.

  “And?” she asked.

  He pointed to his abs and Nyah obliged. In the low light, the pink of her tongue wet his skin, leaving a light sheen on the hair there. Her soft lips haunted every spot they touched. “I like this game.”

  “I thought you might.” She grinned up at him from her location. “Where else, love?”

  He gripped his cock, which had reached a new level of rigidity, and stroked. “Here. Kiss me here,” he told her, his voice shaky and eager.

  She dropped to her knees, her eyes following him as he stroked himself. She stayed his hand and took over. “Just a kiss?” she asked, then pecked the shiny tip of his dick and licked her lips, tasting him.

  At that moment he’d literally jump off a cliff to have her do that again. “Again, angel.”

  “That all?” She teased him with tortuous skill.

  “Fuck, Nyah. Suck me. Take me into your mouth and suck me.”

  His dick disappeared as she covered him in a scorching hot cocoon. Her hands and mouth blew him with unmatched expertise. He rocked his hips, withdrawing and then once again feeding her inch by inch. She made a small gurgling sound around his dick and he pulled out completely, staring down at her watery eyes. The air in the room cooled his s
hiny member. He berated himself for not being attuned to how much of him she could handle.

  “What?” She shook her head as if clearing her haze and sat on her heels, confusion on her face.

  He wiped the teardrop that escaped. “Shit! I’m sorry, angel. I should have been gentler with you.” He always tried to be a good partner, but it felt even more important to treat Nyah with the utmost care.

  “I don’t understand. I thought you were enjoying it.” She folded her hands on the tops of her thighs.

  “I was. I mean, I am. It’s...you gagged. I didn’t mean to do that to you.”

  “Oh.” She smiled and he noticed her shoulders relax away from her ears. “It’s okay. Sometimes, in the moment, I like it.” She held him by the hips. “Trust me to know what I like and to tell you what I need.” She guided him back to her open mouth and he drowned in her caress.

  “Woman, you are going to destroy me, aren’t you?”

  She nodded as the muscles in her mouth worked him. Fire and ice blazed in every area she covered and the sensations growing at the lowest part of his pelvis mounted quickly. Her eyes burned with seduction as her head bobbed. Her enchanting scent and the heat of her mouth on him was more than he could endure. She fumbled for his hand and moved it to her head. As he tangled her fingers in her soft curls, he trembled at the thought of her wanting this from him. Trusting him. His heart pounded and he held her head to encourage her speed, which accelerated. “Nyah,” he called, tension gripping his limbs. He tried to extract himself from her jaws, but she sucked him harder and received him deeper. She felt so good around him that he lost all control.

  “Shhhhhh...fuck!”

  He gently touched her cheek. The intense tingling in his groin maxed out and he erupted, shaking and shivering. He emptied his load, and her throat contracted around him as she swallowed. He buckled, his legs and arms numb, and reached for the table near them to keep him from face planting on the carpet. She reigned supreme over him and he bowed to his queen.