I pace about the room towel drying my hair and humming the tune Harry played earlier. I’m imagining wild sex in every corner and surface here, it’s driving me mad. My skin is itching simply to be near him. I must be calling him with my thoughts for there’s voices stirring outside the hallway with a distinguishable tone growing louder. That accent gets me every time.

“I think we’re just gonna watch a movie in my room, mum.”

Harry slips through my door and this fresh manly scent filters through the room. In an instant, his face transforms from an innocent pup to a vulture before my very eyes. I’m giddy inside, as though tonight were our honeymoon. Except his parents are here, so how’s this supposed to work?

“Is everyone back?"

“Just my folks.”

“Does this mean . . .”

“Their room is actually above yours, so mine works out perfectly.”

He’s right. Luckily his room is on the other end but its right across from Gemma’s. Grabbing the tips of my fingers, he about-faces and we march on up to his room. I’m tiptoeing with one arm across my chest in case we should bump into anyone, though I’m desperately hoping we don’t.

“What movie would you like to hear?” Harry smiles cockily, shutting the door behind us.

“Hear?”

“Yes. I can guarantee there will be no watchin’.”

“Action and suspense are out of the question then. Have any romantic ones with a good soundtrack?”

“It so happens that I do. Across the Universe it is!”

I’ve seen this movie more times than my fingers can count but this might be my most memorable one. We start off cuddling, lost within the sheets and pillows while playing footsies. We’re fooling ourselves to the idea that we might actually watch this film but in reality we’re beyond anxious to begin . . . other things.

“You locked the door right?”

“Can’t remember. Hold on.”

I squeeze and inhale Harry’s pillow, mesmerized by what’s underneath the pair of grey shorts and black tank. His hair is careless, drying in curls and waves meanwhile mine cools my neck. Harry raises the volume before returning and without warning, I’m immediately covered in layers of goose bumps when his mouth falls on the crook of my neck.

His lean body towers over me. As I feel his lips stamp onto my skin, I can visualize their shape and color, exciting me the closer he gets. His soft hand tickles my opposite shoulder as it crawls upward and slides behind my neck. I like how he shifts from delicate caresses to firm strong holds. Lengthy fingers tangle in my damp hair as he straddles over my legs, then he pulls to expose the rest of my neck.

My hair is pushed over the shoulder while his other hand nests behind my head. Swollen lips trace along my neck and jawline, until two rows of teeth latch on to any meat they can find. I’m gasping for air, not knowing if he will bite or kiss me next. There’s stinging and static nerves all concentrating on one side. Harry’s not being very fair when there’s so much ground to cover.

The nibbling continues up my ear with an untamable tongue searching for an orifice. His mouth bathes my earlobe and I count the times his hot breath shoots out. I’m dizzy with longing and my heart is glowing. I can’t keep my eyes open nor shut, not that my brain cares. The only decision I can foster is yanking off his black top. Hearing his tank slightly rip as I do this, I’m impressed by my animalistic intentions.

Harry pushes our bodies together causing us to fall back. Finally, he tends to the other side of my neck but it won’t be long before it’s equally bruised. The steps are as follows: he bites and seals over the area with his plump lips, pulling at my skin till it slips free from his teeth. After each mark, he cools the spot with his thoughtful tongue. Then he lowers his gaze to admire his work; but it doesn’t stop there.

Exhaling a trail of hot breaths as he moves down and over my shirt, Harry moans at the passing between my breasts. His head rests where they meet and his hands come alongside to herd them closer. Inhibited by thin fabric, that doesn’t stop Harry from nipping over a shy peak, making my chest jolt beneath him.

“Are you done hurting me?” I whisper bemused.

“Just startin’.”

Drowning out all background noise or music in this case, all my attention is centered on what Harry is capable of doing next. Unwilling to take turns, he lowers down to my stomach. Licking and kissing under the rim of my shirt, his crafty hands bunch up the sides to remove it completely. Like a playground, Harry finds joy in the obstacles set before him. His hands slithers back to my chest, rubbing and molding my breasts in his palms till his mouth latches and the steps begin all over again.

My nipples are left burning after Harry’s persistence in milking each one, nonetheless, the experience is every bit pleasurable. I hiss every time his lips make contact, enticing him to lick my wounds repeatedly.

“Do you want me to stop?” he says in between giggles.

“No but . . . give me a chance to catch my breath.”

I rub my forehead and rest my eyes momentarily. All of a sudden, a timid tongue licks the corner of my mouth and I’m forced into a smile. Trapping Harry in my arms, I engage in a full on kiss. Our chests collide and comfort engulfs me. My thighs hug his waist while his hands cradle my face, leaving mine free to caress his lower back. Why is his skin so baby smooth? I could do this all day.

Kissing does nothing to calm me. His wild tongue does nothing but distract me from fighting for a turn. I resort to tickling and laugh as Harry twitches uncontrollably. I need to react fast and roll Harry over but he’s quick to cuff my hands above my head. Shaking his head slowly while endeavoring in an Eskimo kiss, Harry grinds his hips down on mine.

Like a king in bed, my body obeys his every whim. Following his pace, he purposely awakens my hungry canal, rocking ever so sensually upon me. His eyes bore into mine as I desperately yearn to be unclothed. I need a turn. Now! My upper body rises from the confines of this bed only to be pinned down again by Harry’s sinful mouth. It speaks for the rest of his body in that I’m not going anywhere till he says.

So we are back to this Harry? The one that challenged me to an idea that has brought us here. Well, thanks to him, I’m not that same girl who submitted so easily. Coincidentally, Harry retreats and lays beside me. He too is breathing heavily and we pause to hold each other for a while.

“Are you getting sleepy?” I whisper sweetly.

“No, my body just goes up and down with you. One moment I’m horny as fuck and the next I just want to fall asleep holdin’ you.”

“Wow. That almost sounded romantic.”

“I try,” Harry winks and shares an adorable smile.

“Maybe now I can have a turn while you save your energy?”

“If you insist, my love.”

I’m excited to open my present now. I crawl back while Harry takes to the middle of the bed. First, I stroke his thighs and glide all the way up to his black sparrows. Unlike his vampire kisses, I choose to be kinder . . . from using my teeth. Planting my first kiss under his chin, I nibble my way up and around the rim of his ear; he loves that. Though I don’t do this often, I plunge my tongue inside making him groan as he holds my back.

I trail a dotted line of kisses down to his chest, determined to cover every inch of his pale skin. Once I reach Harry’s navel, I feel something twitch under his waistband and I eagerly peel off his shorts. Springing before me is a perfectly healthy and blushing erection that so happens to be recently shaven. I quickly begin kissing the base and licking my way to the top, I’m gratified by the sight of Harry biting his lip. Now he’s the giddy one as he grabs the pillows to tuck them under his head.

I caress his length a few times before holding him firmly. The thought of having this much fun with an intimate body part, one that used to repulse me before Harry came along, is no longer a mystery to me. I desire it as much as he enjoys it and understand the thrill of seeing the other person’s reaction. Harry’s scent is perfumed all around me, seducing and claiming me. The shy girl is gone, there’s no room for her here.

I hear the gasps, moans and grunts as Harry fills my mouth. My sole focus is keeping his member as moist as possible, not forgetting his silky jewels crowning the baseline as well. My efforts are accompanied by his subtle thrusts and its surprisingly arousing me even more. Reaching out, Harry whispers something but I can’t hear him over the loud volume of the television.

“Move over here,” he waves for me to come closer.

Wriggling to Harry’s side, he insistently tugs off my shorts leaving me with nothing. His hand holds my hip in place as his other gently pushes my head back down. I’m now kneeling sideways to his frame as I continue to perfect my oral practice. This time I keep my eyes closed and rely on my other senses. Like Harry’s palm massaging my buttocks, sneaking further in between my legs. A moan slips from my throat and vibrates over his tip, leaving Harry panting from the sensation.

“Ohhh Jude,” he murmurs.

Harry’s fingers are seeking my warmth, creeping down my opening and tracing my swollen folds. I suppress all my moans until they form one long melody, driving Harry insane from the constant quake. This only encourages him to keep going. I’m still savoring and pumping him, pacing myself as I feel his fingers intrude. Out of nowhere, Harry shifts to lying flat on his back and drags my bum over his chest. This is it, it’s really happening.

My eyes are too scared to peek and I’m going slower in anticipation of what I’m about to feel next. With my knees spread on either side of Harry’s shoulders, I imagine him adjusting the pillows by the way the bed is shaking. Then his hands circle around my backside and thighs, pulling me closer till I feel the first cool lick. I could melt right here. I focus on my task at hand but when he does it again I lose concentration and pause involuntarily. Taking a break, my hands lay still over his groin . . . and my head collapses.

Each time his tongue cuts through me, I shiver. The wet texture feels amazing, and when he flattens his tongue to cover me entirely, I want to die. In a matter of seconds, my body has turned frail and limp. Though Harry resuscitates my numbness once he begins humming, like sweet revenge. But unlike his quiet behavior, my timing is awful when I whimper aloud in a quiet scene of the movie.

“Shhhh,” he laughs softly.

“Sor-ry,” I whisper in utter humiliation.

Harry’s mouth hides between my thighs once again, nourishing and feeding off me. The ache triggers a drunkenness that saves my body from any further impacts. Yet at the same time, my lungs are closing up and I’m desperate for more air. I lazily push off his warm abdomen to sit up. My laughter is sluggish when I look down and the first thing I see is Harry’s chin chomping vigorously. Meanwhile my clit isn’t spared for a single moment; it’s probably grown as big as my thumb by now.

A large hand guides me to lay on my side, but his mouth remains attached nonetheless. I feel the urge to continue and for the next half hour Harry and I put our mouths to glorious use.

“I’m cumin',” Harry startles me to high alert.

I jump to my knees and gently suck on him as though I had only started. His hands try and pull me away but I want to know what it feels like finally. I almost don’t notice the warm tickle that hits the roof of my mouth, and in he pours. The temperature isn’t much different than my ardent breath but the taste is foreign. Honestly, it feels like there’s a pool of phlegm in my mouth and I don’t know what to do with it.

“Oh my God,” Harry sighs. “Jude, baby . . . are you holding it in your mouth?”

“Um hmmm,” I shrug.

Harry looks around to see if he can find me anything while chuckling at my expense. This is stupid. I count to three and swallow the lukewarm liquid, but my face looks like I just swallowed a bug. Harry laughs even harder and I know I’m turning bright red.

“Awww baby, you didn’t have to . . .”

My shyness returns but I’m just playing this time. I flop to my stomach and hide my face in his sheets. I will throw a fit if I so choose.

“Baby, don’t hide from me,” his tone is sweet, as though he were indeed talking to a toddler.

I shake my head in protest. His taste still lingers on my tongue and I don’t regret a thing. His warm skin blankets over mine as I sink into the mattress due to his weight, followed by him burying his face next to my cheek.

“I love you . . . and I’m verrry impressed and proud of you, I didn’t expect that at all,” Harry mumbles. “Did you enjoy everythin’?”

I turn my head to face him with my hands tucked beneath my chin, and I’m won over by his boyish smile and twinkling eyes. He still waits for my answer, so I nod slowly.

“I want to do the same for you. What would you like?” He asks while brushing his fingertips over my forehead and through my hair.

I pause. “I want you to make love to me like this morning . . . without the television . . . on the floor.”

“There’s only one problem,” Harry’s smile slays me again. “Now that I’ve come once, if we start again, it could go on for hours.”

How is this a problem? My grin proves otherwise. Leaping over Harry, I pull the sheets off his bed and throw his pillows on the floor. I think I’m almost done until Harry pulls his mattress off the box-spring. This defeats the whole purpose.

“You’re crazy. What are you doing?”

“I’m fulfillin’ your wishes, but remember I have a bad back.”

“Aww baby.”

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Never Gonna Leave This Bed" -Maroon 5

"Us Against the World" -Coldplay

"XO" -John Mayer

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