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"Touch yourself and then put your fingers in my mouth."
My hand, the one without all of the needles sticking in it, moves between my legs and I touch myself. My fingers skim my clit. It’s so swollen and sensitive that an unbidden moan rips from deep in my throat. I stroke it a few times and then slip two fingers into my pussy. I whimper at the delicious friction.
"Fuck,” Harry says and I open my eyes. “I wish you could see your face. It's so fucking beautiful. When we get out of here and I get to fuck you again, we're going to do it in front of a mirror so you can see how damn perfect you look when you're taking my dick."
"I'm not perfect." I say, almost reflexively.
"This is my fantasy, not yours." He clips. "Give me your hand." He commands and I pull my hand from between my legs.
He encircles my wrist with his and brings my fingers to his mouth. His tongue captures the first one and then the second and he closes his eyes again. The wet, rough scrape of tongue on my fingers is making me crazy.
I need him to make me come. I'm about to tell him that I can't take it anymore when he pulls away. I open my eyes and find him watching me, a wide smile on his face.
"What? Why'd you stop?" I ask, my voice full of consternation and need.
He licks his lips and says, his voice full of promise, "Because, I can't go on." His eyes twinkle with satisfaction and heat.
I raise my eyebrow, twist my lip and look at him with confusion.
"Can I join you?" he says without answering my silent query, "I need to lay down for a few minutes."
Without waiting for me respond, His scoots up the bed, stretches his long, muscular body out next to mine. He puts his arm around me and tucks me into his side.
I'm startled, but his weight is delicious and comforting and my body curls languidly into him. I let myself relax, acknowledge the part of me that's rejoicing that he's here. His hand comes up to my face, fingers tracing my hairline, sifting into my hair and massaging my scalp.
Everything slows, I don't know what's happening between us, but I’m feeling things for him that I have no right to. Yet, I can't seem to do anything to stop myself. My eyes drift closed and I feel the lull of sleep pulling me away.
"Emma, guess what happened?" He whispers into my hair, his lips at my temple.
"Mmmm, what?" I murmur sleepily.
"Mind. Blown."
Me, too. My mind says.
My mouth only says "Finally."
15
Lilly
"Hey, are you listening to me? I was just getting to the good part." Porsha snaps her fingers in my face.
"No. I wasn't listening." I pluck my sunglasses from their perch on top of my head and cover my eyes. "You've talked about the same thing for the last three days. You're a broken record at this point."
"You're jealous. You wish you'd had an orgasm that flipped your uterus inside out and then back again."
"No, actually that sounds painful." I drawl, looking out the window. But a pulse of pleasure makes me clench my thighs when I think about the ways that Harry flipped me. Literally.
We spent the remaining nights together and he and Kojo left for Accra only a few hours before my aunt's driver, Ken and Porsha arrived to take us back to Accra.
My excitement grows as the landscape changes from rugged, palm lined coastline to rural agricultural and then finally, all becomes suburban. The planned subdivisions that have popped up on the outskirts of Accra, Ghana's capital city, are a signal of the prosperity and stability the country's growing middle class is enjoying. The traffic is heavy but moving. Ken's hand has barely left his horn. He blasts it every time one of the small, multicolored taxis cuts him off. Which is often. They weave
in and out of traffic like naughty children in line at school. Stepping out to see what's causing the hold up and the jockeying back into position. They drive like menaces in cars that are decaled with inspirational sayings like "Go Slow" or "God is Great" completely at odds with their kamikaze like driving.
"I'm so glad to have you back in civilization," Porsha exclaims with an exuberant clap of her hands as we pass Kasoa, the last major city in Ghana's Western region. Her mother's house, where we're staying, is less than an hour away.
We exit the highway and turn onto the George W. Bush Highway that leads into the capital city.
