thirty-four*

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*Norah's POV*

"You're soaking through your panties baby," Harry groaned as his immense hands settled on my hips. "God, you're making me crazy."

"I missed you," I blurted, my lips touching all over his neck and jaw. "Make me feel good like you used to."

"I'm going to make you feel so good, princess," he promised as he flipped us over again.

His hands made quick work of my shirt and since I was asleep before he called, I wasn't wearing a bra and my underwear were baby blue lace ones. He didn't complain.

"You're such a goddess," he mumbled into the skin of my inner thigh. "You're a fucking goddess, baby."

I tangled my fingers in his messy hair and a small moan escaped my lips as he spread my legs wide apart. My heart was thudding so loudly in my chest, I actually felt a small pang where my ribs used to be swollen.

His eyes were dark and full of lust as he closed his lips around my c lit, his nose skimming up and down my soaking core as I squirmed.

"How does that feel?" he cooed, his tongue licking a long stripe up my folds. "Oh, you taste so good, Nor."

He pushed a finger inside me and I squeezed my eyes shut at the foreign feeling. It had been so long, my walls were stretching just like my first time with Harry.

"Shit, you're tight," he chuckled, his lips kissing all the way up my torso. "Ready baby?"

I nodded and he pushed slowly into me, his elbows resting on either side of my head as my back arched into his hard chest.

"Harry," I moaned, my fingers clawing at his back muscles. "Crap, I think I can feel you in my belly."

"That word sounds even cuter coming from your lips," he laughed lightly. His breath smelled like beer and somehow that made me sad. Was he just doing this because he was drunk? Was he so plastered that he just butt-dialed me for a quick fück?

"What's the matter baby?" he purred, pulling back slightly so his thumb could stroke my cheekbone. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No, no," I said quickly. "Not at all. You're just drunk, that's all. It's confusing me a little."

"I'm not that drunk," he murmured as his lips attached to my neck.

"Promise?"

"Ask me anything," he grinned into my hot skin. "I'll prove it to you."

"What's the powerhouse of the cell?"

"Baby-"

"Do you not know the answer?" I giggled, tugging lightly on his curls. "Poor little Harry is too drunk to remember."

"It's the mitochondria, you little shit," he snorted. "Let's flip, I want you to ride me."

I groaned but he gripped my hips and turned us over, his strong hands pressing me down so my c lit started throbbing. But even though I could feel my o rgasm bubbling in my stomach, I hated this position.

"I hate this," I grumbled, leaning into the crook of his neck.

"Mm, I think your body says differently," he smirked. "I can feel you clenching around me, princess."

I didn't say anything and he stopped his movements, his hand slapping my ass firmly as I looked at the wall.

"Don't go all limp noodle on me baby," he pleaded softly. "Do you want to try a new position?"

I frowned at him. "New?"

"Get on your hands and knees."

I obeyed and wiggled my butt a little just to tease him. I jumped as I felt his hand grope my left cheek roughly, my insides tightening when his tip brushed against my entrance.

"Your a ss is a damn work of art baby," he hummed, running his fingers up and down my slit. "Christ."

I moaned softly and he chuckled to himself.

"This might hurt a little," he mumbled, pushing slowly into me. It did hurt a little but I was too focused on the pleasure to even notice. It was completely different than anything I'd ever felt before and I was coming around him in only seconds, my nails scratching against the headboard as I screamed his name.

He grunted and slammed into me, his hands forcing my hips further down his length as I squirmed and writhed against his pelvis.

"Baby, I'm going to come," he moaned loudly. "Shit, are you still on birth control?"

"Yes," I whined, balling my hands into fists as I felt him spill inside me with a loud expletive.

"Sweetheart," he sighed, flopping down next to me. "God, that was amazing."

I carefully moved off the bed and scampered into the bathroom so I could take a shower and, er, clean up. I heard the bathroom door open and I smiled in spite of myself at the thought of showering like old times, but Harry just peed and left without another word.

I quickly finished my shower and changed into some fresh pajamas, my body still pulsing slightly from my o rgasm just a few minutes earlier.

"Should I sleep on the couch?" he asked quietly as I changed the sheets on my bed.

I frowned at him. "No, why would you?"

"I don't know baby," he shrugged, running a hand through his hair. "I just...never mind."

We got under the sheets and eventually the tension vanished and I was cuddling into his side like old times. He was smiling down at me and my heart was racing just like always, but more than that I just felt the happiness that always came when I was with him.

But that was the last time I felt that.

We didn't have sex again.

We didn't sleep together like that.

We barely even spoke after that.

And it took me a long time to figure out why.

*End of part one*

lmaoooo so this is the end of part one

DONT HATE ME IT WAS SUPPOSED TO BE VAGUE AND SUDDEN AND ALL THAT

PART TWO COMING SOON

don't hate me plz

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