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ALWAYS

Chapter 51

I sat alone in my hotel room. The show had been done for about an hour. We got back to the hotel twenty minutes after it ended. I was thankful to be in bed but I was staring at the computer screen, debating on whether or not to skype Enola. I looked at the clock. She was probably waiting for me. I sighed and hit the call button. I waited for only a few seconds before seeing Enola smiling but tired face.
"Hi baby." I smiled at her.
"Hey." She smiled wider as she leaned back against her pillows.
"Are you in my bed again?" I asked with a chuckle. She giggled and nodded. "Good. When I get home, I'll be able to sleep because the room smells like you." Enola laughed and shook her head at me. "Can we talk seriously for a minute?" I asked her feeling the need to apologize for what I had said.
Enola's brow furrowed, "Of course Harry. What's wrong?"
I sighed, "Earlier when we got into that little tiff." Enola frowned and nodded. "I didn't mean for it to come out that way."
"I know, honey. It's okay." She smiled weakly at me.
I shook my head, "No its not. I should've said it differently or explained it. I made you cry and that's not okay. I don't want to be that guy that makes his woman cry then acts like nothing happened. I want to explain what I meant."
Enola nodded, "Alright. Explain."
"What I meant was, I don't want you to apologize for being straight forward with me. I want you to tell me what you want, what you need. I'm not Charles. I want you to have fun and be satisfied. I will never ever take what I need at the expense of your feelings. I need you to tell me that you want me to touch you, to kiss you, to make love to you like we're never going to be able to again. I like the way you express yourself. You've always been so confident. I don't know why it's changed but I definitely don't like it. You should never apologize for asking for what you want." I explained as gently as I could. Enola sighed and ran her hand through her hair. "Noli, tell me why you're so shy all of a sudden."
"When I went through my divorce, I spent a lot of time in the courtroom telling people what Charles used to do to me. The things he did without asking. The things he wanted to do even though I hated them. I know that you are not that man but I've been humiliated on so many different levels because of him. It's terrifying and extremely...debasing to have to tell a courtroom full of people that your husband sexually, and emotionally abused you."
"But none of that is your fault. He's an asshole that doesn't deserve a woman like you. You are a strong, independent woman. He can't hold you back anymore and you shouldn't let him." I was frustrated with what she was telling me. Her soul was too beautiful to feel and be treated that way.
"That's why you were my sanctuary. The one person I trusted above all others. I trusted you more than my mother honestly. I'm not...I am okay with being playful with you. I just...there are times I am afraid I might be crossing a line because I was married to a monster for almost six years. I don't want to ever cross that line with you that makes you think I am anything like him. There are so many cases where people who are abused turn around and do it to someone else because it's what they know." Enola explained.
"Noli, I love you. You have never ever crossed that line with me. We've crossed some lines together." I smirked a little in an attempt to cheer her up. She broke into a smile. "I'd ask you to stop doing something if it didn't feel right and I would never ask you to do something the made you uncomfortable. People who love each other know the boundaries and don't have to worry about crossing lines. Don't be afraid with me. I loved how carefree and spirited you were in bed." I grinned thinking back to Ireland. "Wanna know what my favorite part of Ireland was? Sexually speaking?" I asked her hoping to get her in a playful mood.
She blushed a bit, "What?"
"The night that you rode me the whole night. Wouldn't let me do a damn thing." I chuckled. Enola chewed on her bottom lip. "I loved the way that you dug your fingernails into my chest and the sound of your ass hitting my thighs. I'll never forget how strong your orgasms were. The last one you had pulled me into mine because you were so tight. I also loved the way your breasts looked in the moonlight coming through the window. The faces you made when you came." Enola was blushing madly. I could see in her eyes that she was getting turned on by the confession. "But my absolute favorite thing about making love to you..." I began. She nodded, wanting me to finish my sentence. "I love the way you moan and squeal and pant. The way you say my name when you're pleading." Enola broke into a genuine smile.
"I feel the same way when you moan in my ear and tell me how good I feel. I love listening to you. I've never felt my stomach lurch the way it does when I can hear the noises that you make." She smiled as one of her hands disappeared from the view of the camera. "Do you want to have some fun?" Enola asked biting her lip in a seductive manner. I nodded quickly. "Good. Let's play a game." She had a mischievous look in her eye as she reached over to the other side of the bed.
"What game is that going to be?" I asked her chuckling.
"It's a high stakes version of Never Have I Ever." She replied with a smirk. I shook my head and laughed. "Ready?" She inquired quietly. I nodded and adjusted the way I was sitting.

I was down to my underwear and Enola was still in her bra and panties. She giggled loudly when I ripped my shirt off.
"Bra or panties?" She inquired, wanting to know what to take off.
I smirked a bit, "Bra." She reached behind her and unhooked it. I whimpered when she didn't remove it right away. She let the straps fall from her shoulders but held the cups in place. She snickered then flung it off playfully. "God, you're beautiful." I moaned softly. She smirked and took her breasts in her own hands.
"They still look pretty good after having a baby right?" Enola sounded proud of the way her body bounced back.
"Amazing. Still as perky and full as the day I met you." I replied admiring her. She leaned forward a little and my breath caught. I wanted to be with her to touch her, to caress every millimeter of her body. I told her as much. "I really want to touch you. Make those nipples as hard as I can before biting you ever so lightly." Enola's face flushed a bright red. I bit down on my lip realizing how forward I was.
"Harry." Enola whispered. Her eyes had changed. The tired look was gone and she looked so aroused.
"What baby?" I hummed.
"Take off your pants." She requested. I smirked and did as she asked. I stood removed my pants quickly. I sat back down on the bed naked. As I settled into the bed, I saw Enola removing her pants as well. I ran my hand through my hair when she looked at me with her big, blue bedroom eyes. I smiled warmly at her. "So, what now?" She asked like she knew exactly what she wanted.
"You tell me. You're the one with the control here." I replied, wanting her to take the lead. I wanted her to tell me what she wanted.
"I've made love to you more than once in a day. I don't think I've ever played with myself more than once in a day." She murmured like she was embarrassed.
"Let's change that." I grinned.

"I've not felt that in a long time." Enola murmured. The she looked around the bed for a moment. "I've made a mess." She giggled turning bright red.
I laughed, "Me too." She laughed wholeheartedly, throwing her head back. "Oh shut up. It's not like we were making love and I was inside you."
"True. What's your little girlfriend going to think about this?" She teased me about Aubrey.
I shook my head and teased her right back, "Don't be a bitch."
She shrugged, "She likes you."
"She's nice and all but she's not you. She's not the mother of my child." I replied a bit agitated.
"Harry, if you wanna go on a date with her, I wouldn't mind. Like you said, we're not actually together yet. We're just playing around." Enola assured me.
"Says the woman that denied her call while I was asleep." I teased her more.
She giggled, "I actually thought it was my phone ringing and I shut it off without looking. When you brought it up I thought it would be okay to tell how I felt about her being around our daughter."
"Enola, you know I can tell when you're lying right?" I asked her quietly.
She sighed heavily, "Alright, alright. But I didn't do it out of jealousy. You were exhausted as was Darcy. You needed the sleep. It's not like I knew you were going to wake up and things were going to go where they did." I gazed at her satisfied face then nodded. I believed her. I stared up at the ceiling for a moment and closed my eyes. "What are you thinking, Harry?" Enola inquired.
"I wish you were here. I want to cuddle you like when we make love." I replied honestly.
She snickered, "That would've been more like fucking."
"I love snuggling after that too." I stated looking back at the computer screen. "Noli, do you want to go to sleep?" I asked her seeing the tired look return to her face.
She shook her head, "No. I wanna keep talking to you."
I smiled, "Alright. Tell me about your day while I get cleaned up." She nodded and started to tell me about the conversation she had with my mother after our little fight. I got up from the bed and grabbed a towel from the bathroom to wipe myself off.
"I can't believe you told your mother about our sex tape, Harry." She scolded me as I sat back down on the bed.
I crawled underneath the blankets as I replied, "Yeah, well, I was out of my mind that first week. There was so much going on in my head and I had to tell someone. My mum was a bit freaked out when I told her but she kind of just let it go. I probably shouldn't have told her about that but I couldn't control my mouth."
"Obviously, she gave me a funny look when she mentioned it. Like she thought it was my idea." Enola looked a bit annoyed by it.
I shrugged, "She's my mum. She still thinks I am this innocent baby boy."
"If only people fucking knew." Enola giggled.
I smirked, "Like you're a saint." She blushed and told me to shut up. "How is Darcy doing?" I asked of her to get off the topic before we ended up right back where we were at the beginning of the call.

Notes

Soooo at the end of these three chapters, how are we feeling? What are our general thoughts on the situation at hand? What will happen when Harry comes home from tour?

I wanna hear what you guys think! :)

Oh and the vote is still on for one shots or a new full length!

Peace&Love

Comments

@#104926
I’m so glad you do!

morrison_hotel morrison_hotel
5/23/19

I love this

@Kammy.
I do. Very much so. Lol. ❤️

@morrison_hotel

You love me <3

Kammy. Kammy.
5/1/19

Hell yes to a new story about Harry and Enola.

LizzyM101 LizzyM101
5/1/19