Perfect Harmony by Sarah P. Lodge

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
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Chase
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    T he way that girl makes me feel.
    Fuck.
    I’ve