chapter 14

Harry's breath hit my lips like a small gush of wind that made me want to reach out and press them against his.

One hand was placed lightly onto my waist, pulling me close to him gently and slowly, as if the closeness just wasn't enough already. His free hand reached up at my head, pulling at the tie and releasing my long hair, feeling it fall freely down my back.

My hand mindlessly pressed against his abdomen, running up against his chest, his torso, reaching his neck as my fingers curled right at the nape to which the small ringlets wrapped around my small nimble fingers.

Harry's hands gripped my waist, hoisting me up onto the dresser effortlessly.

His eyes remained on mine the entire time as his jagged breaths fanned over my lips. He focused on me focusing on his lips. The way he slipped his tongue over them, wetting them, the moisture had me wanting them to press onto mine already.

His hands ran up and down my thighs, spread them apart slowly. I'd been sitting at the end of the dresser, feeling him snake his way in between my legs. His crotch pressed firmly against mine, I bit my lip to suppress any sounds. Just the pressure of his stiffness pressed against me was arousing.

My hands shook as they approached the button to his trousers. Harry leaned in, our noses pressed against each other, our lips just centimetres away from one another.

I shudder at the feel of his fingers brushing against the sides of my stomach, my shirt being pulled up slowly, tossed over my head and onto the ground in seconds before his lips are fanning over mine again.

With our gazes locked on one another, my fingers move quickly as they pop open the button and impatiently drag the zipper down. Harry's trousers are so loose, they fall and pool at his feet.

Harry bites his lip, the sight making me moan silently. I grip the hem of his shirt, pulling it up slowly until it's reached his chest, having it snatched from my fingertips and yanked off himself.

Harry's fingers pop open the button of my shorts within a second. No doubt he'd done this numerous times now. The effortlessness just aroused me even more.

He dug his fingers into my shorts, clutching onto the waistline and pulling it down my thighs and knelt down as he pulled them down my legs and let it fall to the ground.

He remained knelt, looking up at me with lust filled eyes. The once bright green was now a dark olive shade. His eyes glazed over mine until he looked in front of him. My centre just inches away from him, from his mouth, his lips, that tongue he used so gracefully.

His eyes met mine again, and I started to feel nervous as his fingers reached up and towards me. My breath hitched when I felt his touch against my clothed crotch.

His touch so soft, so delicate, the moisture makes me squirm as he ran his fingers up and down the slit opening just below the thin layer of my underwear.

My breath gets caught in my throat, my hand latching onto his hair, gripping the soft locks between my fingers when I feel him slowly push the fabric to the side.

His slow movements making me nervous as I begin to ache and yearn for that feeling of his fingers coming in contact with me again.

My eyes are fluttering shut and a gasp emits past my lips when I feel him rub at the sides, teasing me by not touching my centre. I bite down on my lip when his lips leave kisses along my thighs.

The feeling so affectionate, so gentle. I can't help the satisfied smile on my face. The look soon twisting in pleasure when my lips part and a gasp leaves my mouth at the feeling of his finger swiping across the wet slit.

"Miss that?"

I nod, "Uh-huh," whimpering in agony. My leg rising and thrown over his shoulder while my other leg struggled to remain still.

"I wonder what happens..." He whispers softly, mouth nearing me, teasing me with a taunting look in his eye, "..When I do this."

When I say I saw white, I mean, I saw white. I feel like I lost all sense of control. My entire body felt like I was floating, and the only sound that could be released was a long awaiting, dragged out, high pitched moan. A moan I never thought I could make nor did.

The way his mouth moved against me made me weak. The sheepish whimpers and whines leaving my lips were all thanks to him. It was a feeling I've experienced, but never this intense.

My hands remained in his hair, fingers losing themselves through the thick strands and gripping at it. I was in pure bliss.

My toes curled and a low mewl was released when I felt two fingers pushed inside me, his tongue flicking against my clit as I gripped harder at his hair.

"You should see the look on your face, baby," He groans, lips wrapping around my overly-aroused clit. The sight below me had me clenching my thighs around his head. Harry groaned against me. His eyes rolling back as he sucked harder at my clit, I whimpered, biting down on my lip harshly.

Harry's fingers moved faster inside me, I started to pant. The feeling riveting, so intoxicating, I never wanted it to end. I felt myself nearing the edge. And I guess Harry felt it, too, when he suddenly stopped.

And though I wanted to complain, I licked my lips at the sight of Harry standing up before me, his hands at his crotch and I bite down my lip once more as he dug his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.

For someone who hated Harry's ego, I can't say I was purposely boosting it when he let his erection spring free from his boxers and I let out a groan at the sight; just the thought of his large girth plummeting inside me made me twice as aroused as I had already been.

Harry clamps his teeth down onto his bottom lip; that wicked look in his eye made me want to beg for him. He leans in close to me, lips lowering towards my collar bones and I immediately shudder at the contact of his lips latching onto my neck. The action catching me off guard and I whimper.

His lips nip and kiss at my skin, licking and biting slowly and sensually as he travels towards my ear.

His hand reaches behind me where he left his wallet on top of the dresser. I didn't notice it there before.

He pulls out a small squared packet, eyes never leaving mine as he tears open the wrapper, rolling the condom onto his shaft. I tried so desperately not to look down.

"Ready, baby?" He whispers, making me moan quietly against him as he purposely began to rub his tip against my centre. I nod, since it's all I could do being under his control and all.

Harry's eyes are on me, his lips red and parted as small huffs of air leave his mouth.

And the second he starts pushing himself in, the way his face shifts into pleasure, from the way his eyes flutter shut, eyes furrowing then relaxing, lips parting wider, a groan emitting from those beautiful red lips, all that mixed with the feeling of him being pushed inside of me has me soaking in the amount of pleasure kicking in all at once.

Harry's movements were slow at first, but the more comfortable he got, the faster his movements became.

My nails dragged down his back every time he rolled his body into mine and would let out a muffled groan against my shoulder. My lips were parted, pressing against his neck as I let out small gasps within every thrust.

His hands gripped my waist hard, his thrusts became harder and I was panting. My chest pressed against his, my moans coming out like whimpers.

"Fuck," Harry dragged out slowly in a pleasure-filled groan.

"Oh, Harry," I whined, holding him tighter against me.

I couldn't explain the feeling. Everything felt fuzzy yet so good. The high I was in was so riveting, so indulging, I loved every second of it.

After a while, and many sounds of pleasure coming out of our mouths, I was finished and came right after. He held me against as we remained in the position we'd been in since starting.

Our tired bodies unable to move. My mind hazy and body drained. And all I kept thinking was, God, that was amazing.

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hope the smut was smutty enough. it was hard no pun intended. thanks! :-)

- ky