Harlow rested her head in my mom’s lap.
“Don’t you cry over this, pretty girl. You want your hair done, you come to me next time. You hear?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
My mom smiled. “Soul go see if y’all have any shampoo left in your bathroom. If not, I’ma have to ask your daddy to stop on his way home.”
After my momtook down all her braids, I helped Harlow wash her hair in my bathroom. She was on my floor now, head wrapped in a towel and looking over my empty poster board.
“I can help you,” she said softly.
I squeezed more calamine lotion in my palm and smoothed it over her irritated skin. Her face was still puffy, but washing her hair seemed to help. She wasn’t scratching as hard as she had been and the tears had been gone for over an hour.
Success.
“Soul, did you hear me? I can help you with your project.”
I stopped what I was doing and wiped my hand on my shorts. “Why?”
“What do you meanwhy? Because I’m good at it. Why wouldn’t I help you?”
She tapped her chin.Cute.
“I wish you’d told me earlier, but we can still make it good before you have to turn it in.”
“Y’all want pizza?”
My mom was back at my door. Harlow nodded while I said the toppings we wanted. I’d eaten pizza with her enough times to know she loved extra pepperoni and bacon on her pizza.
My mother headed back to the front of the house, and I ducked my head to hide my smile again.
Harlow was reading my paper, and I basically just got a guarantee that she would be here through dinner.
Today was a good day.
But Rico would kill me if he knew how bad I had it for his sister.
Finally Yours
I couldn’t keep my mouth off Harlow. I was still kissing around her neck and jaw when she let out a moan that sent my kisses from teasing to demanding and desperate.
Her hands closed around the back of my head, holding me in place against the swell of her cleavage.
The bikini top she had on barely contained her full tits and the barbell prints visible around her peaked nipples held my attention.
I couldn’t wait to be inside of her and watch them bounce every time I pumped into her.
My dick jumped at the thought, and I raised my head to join our mouths.
Kissing Harlow was like coming home. It was easy and natural and it didn’t matter how much time had passed. We fell backinto the rhythm of our tongues dancing with ease. Moaning and tugging at each other’s lips.
“Soul, please don’t kiss me like this if you aren’t going to fuck me.” Harlow’s voice was hoarse with desire and devotion. She held my face between her small hands, eyes trained on me. I could read her craving so clearly because I was familiar with the signs in myself. The erratic beating of her heart and the shallow breaths she barely allowed herself to take. Because she wanted to be kissing me, touching me.
It was addictive.
I should know.
I’d waitedyearsfor this.
