man. It would be wise to save it for a lover that would wife her, give her babies, and stay away from the wolves in Henderson’s band or the Negroes sending her love letters and poetry in Sugar Hill. Harmony had heeded that warning until tonight. It frightened her how much she ached for more of Vinnie Romano now.
Girl get it together. No. Get your stuff and get out. Her mind shouted several warnings. Harmony couldn’t leave now. She’d gone too far. She needed to know what, if anything, Romano knew about her brother.
Quickly she threw aside the sheet. Her clothes were everywhere, dress, stockings slip, all scattered on the floor. Harmony released a deep sigh.
“ Do you ever get tired?” She asked and tried to roll from his embrace.
“ What man can sleep with you in his bed?” Romano hooked his strong arm around her waist and pulled her back to him. She was forced to roll toward his chest and hold him. The intimacy between them had surprised her. She didn’t mind when he took charge, from his first touch to now, he’d never been selfish. He intrigued her.
“ Vinnie?”
“ Mmm,” he answered. He rolled on top of her and thrust half his length inside of her. Her breath caught. Her heels dug into his back.
“ Breathe,” he said in a voice made hoarse by his own desire. She’d forgotten how. She clutched his shoulders and pumped her hips upward to receive all of him. Soon she found and matched his natural rhythm. The coil of pleasure in her belly unwound slowly.
“ Vinne?”
“ Yes?”
“ This is the third time.”
“ Mmm,” he groaned sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he thrust faster and deeper.
“ It’s just that…we… we can’t do this all night.” She half-kidded.
Romano’s head lifted. He focused on her face, trained and locked his gaze with hers with such intensity she didn’t dare break the exchange. For long torturous minutes they didn’t speak. Both released unsteady breaths as their bodies did all the communicating. She hitched her legs high on his waist and raised her arms to press her hands to the headboard to steady their motion.
“ Tonight, you’re mine. In fact Songbird this is only the beginning. This body, pussy, your voice, all of it belongs to me.” He turned over bringing her on top. She sat up and worked her hips to keep the momentum as he gazed up at her with heavy lidded eyes. She felt him deeply and her body was afire with the renewed control she had over him. She worked her hips to and fro harder and Romano groaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Harmony smiled. Nothing this wrong ever felt so good.
“ Belong to him? I don’t belong to anyone. Not Lewis, not Milo, the band, and not even Willie. After it’s all said and done I will be also. Hell, I already am.” The rebellion swelled in her chest inflating her pride. She didn’t know who the target of her anger should be, herself or her little brother. Once she found him she wanted out of this life. She’d leave Harlem for good. The mere mention of leaving the city had been considered blasphemous with Lewis. He kept prophesizing the rise of the Negro in Harlem. He laughed in her face when she brought up the teachings of Marcus Garvey and the UNIA.
“ Are you for real Mony? There’s no Africa the Negro belongs to. We here now. Here is where we stay. Harlem, the city where a colored man could be his own man.”
Lewis loved the good and bad dealings he had with those bandits that ran with Grease Man. And where did all the hustles and big talk get him? Dead. God help her but Romano could end up the same way.
Anxious to escape the room and the flood of memories returning, Harmony felt as if she walked a tightrope. The sex with Romano took her down an emotional spiral. This had to end before she became too stupid to remember the danger lurking behind his smoldering brown eyes when she climaxed on his face, against
Girl get it together. No. Get your stuff and get out. Her mind shouted several warnings. Harmony couldn’t leave now. She’d gone too far. She needed to know what, if anything, Romano knew about her brother.
Quickly she threw aside the sheet. Her clothes were everywhere, dress, stockings slip, all scattered on the floor. Harmony released a deep sigh.
“ Do you ever get tired?” She asked and tried to roll from his embrace.
“ What man can sleep with you in his bed?” Romano hooked his strong arm around her waist and pulled her back to him. She was forced to roll toward his chest and hold him. The intimacy between them had surprised her. She didn’t mind when he took charge, from his first touch to now, he’d never been selfish. He intrigued her.
“ Vinnie?”
“ Mmm,” he answered. He rolled on top of her and thrust half his length inside of her. Her breath caught. Her heels dug into his back.
“ Breathe,” he said in a voice made hoarse by his own desire. She’d forgotten how. She clutched his shoulders and pumped her hips upward to receive all of him. Soon she found and matched his natural rhythm. The coil of pleasure in her belly unwound slowly.
“ Vinne?”
“ Yes?”
“ This is the third time.”
“ Mmm,” he groaned sinking his teeth into her shoulder as he thrust faster and deeper.
“ It’s just that…we… we can’t do this all night.” She half-kidded.
Romano’s head lifted. He focused on her face, trained and locked his gaze with hers with such intensity she didn’t dare break the exchange. For long torturous minutes they didn’t speak. Both released unsteady breaths as their bodies did all the communicating. She hitched her legs high on his waist and raised her arms to press her hands to the headboard to steady their motion.
“ Tonight, you’re mine. In fact Songbird this is only the beginning. This body, pussy, your voice, all of it belongs to me.” He turned over bringing her on top. She sat up and worked her hips to keep the momentum as he gazed up at her with heavy lidded eyes. She felt him deeply and her body was afire with the renewed control she had over him. She worked her hips to and fro harder and Romano groaned, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Harmony smiled. Nothing this wrong ever felt so good.
“ Belong to him? I don’t belong to anyone. Not Lewis, not Milo, the band, and not even Willie. After it’s all said and done I will be also. Hell, I already am.” The rebellion swelled in her chest inflating her pride. She didn’t know who the target of her anger should be, herself or her little brother. Once she found him she wanted out of this life. She’d leave Harlem for good. The mere mention of leaving the city had been considered blasphemous with Lewis. He kept prophesizing the rise of the Negro in Harlem. He laughed in her face when she brought up the teachings of Marcus Garvey and the UNIA.
“ Are you for real Mony? There’s no Africa the Negro belongs to. We here now. Here is where we stay. Harlem, the city where a colored man could be his own man.”
Lewis loved the good and bad dealings he had with those bandits that ran with Grease Man. And where did all the hustles and big talk get him? Dead. God help her but Romano could end up the same way.
Anxious to escape the room and the flood of memories returning, Harmony felt as if she walked a tightrope. The sex with Romano took her down an emotional spiral. This had to end before she became too stupid to remember the danger lurking behind his smoldering brown eyes when she climaxed on his face, against
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