I can’t fall back asleep. No matter how many times I force my lids shut, they spring right open. I feel as though I’m bleeding a moment, feeling the rawness of life as I lay still. Thoughts are louder than actual voices and they keep filling my head. I’m worrying about all the possible wrongs from this doctor’s appointment instead of considering that things could be okay. I think the main thing that has me so restless is not being able to share it with Harry; even if it’s a false alarm, he’d want to know.

I turn to my side and study Harry’s figure in the dark. I trace out his hair and begin to see the contrast off his face, which is practically buried into the pillow. I take a slow photograph of him, knowing he’ll be gone in a few hours is breaking me a little, beginning with the tiniest crack. I also know, if I just say the words, he’d stay. I stare at the tattoo on his shoulder until it forms a blurry patch, then the lightness of mind and heaviness of body returns.

“Was wrong?” a raspy whisper emerges by my side.

Snapping out of my drowsiness, and silently disappointed by it, I look to find Harry peeking at me through one eye.

“Nothing… jus-having a hard time sleeping,” I reply quietly.

“Anotha dream?”

I nod.

“Bad one?” Harry shifts to his side, one hand tucked under his pillow and the other searching for my arm.

“Not really. This was actually a good one. Waking up was the hard part this time.”

“Cuz I’m leavin’? Jude-“

“Don’t, Harry. We already discussed it, I’m fine. I need some time alone with my parents.”

“I understand that, Jude, and I’m not tryin’ to meddle. But honestly, I feel as though you’re pushin’ me away again.”

“Sorry, it wasn’t intentional,” I sigh. “Sometimes I don’t like how you can read me so well.”

“What sort of boyfriend would I be if I couldn’t?”

“Go back to sleep, you’ll need it for tomorrow.”

“Can I be the big spoon?” Harry smiles lazily.

Smiling back I roll over and give my back to him. Harry’s arm wraps around my waist and pulls me closer till we’re snug like two perfect puzzle pieces. This is undoubtedly one of my favorite sleeping positions and I’d give anything to stay like this for one more day. I’m comforted by Harry’s warm breath as it hits the back of my neck and the weight of his leg as it rests in between mine. The problem now evolves from insomnia to …arousal.

Now is not the time to think about sex, Jude. Or perhaps it is. Harry would never turn that down, and maybe that’s just the distraction I need to fall back to sleep. Obviously my dream left me sexually frustrated, so naturally I’d be finishing the job. But poor Harry, he’ll be exhausted in the morning. Maybe if I tease a little and he doesn’t respond, I’ll quit and force myself to sleep; even if I’m counting sheep for two hours.

Here goes…

Very carefully I wiggle my bum against Harry’s hips till there’s no more space between us. His breathing is still the same. Gliding my hand over his, I hook my fingers then guide his palm till it’s resting over breast. Pressing my hand harder, a dirty grin surfaces when I feel his fingers cup the rest of my cleavage. Within seconds he hardens against my back and his breaths grow noticeably heavier. Bingo!

Harry’s legs curl up against mine, tangling together. My eyes finally close once his lips sweep over the back of my shoulder and I arch my back. Almost forgetting that we had fallen asleep in our underwear, I’m now very thankful for it. Each kiss brands my skin as my desire for him turns into this insatiable monster. I want to be touched and fondled. I want him to kiss me hard and have his way with me so its fresh on my skin before he goes.

His arm snakes between my breast and his hand delicately grips my neck, persuading me to turn my head towards him. When I do, I’m greeted with lips as hungry as I feel. The moment Harry begins to rock his full length against my ass, I know I might loose it. I might cry and moan so loud, it will wake my parents. But damn if I picked a horrible time to crave him so badly.

I rock with him. My front part aches with jealousy from the lack of attention but I don’t care, I enjoy the tease. Still knowing Harry, it doesn’t take long till his hand reverses and meets this hasty area. I’m hit with another dirty feeling because we’re doing this in my room and again I don’t care. Two blissful fingers push my panties aside and slip inside, making me moan as quietly as I can. Harry’s two middle fingers slither in and out, making sure to rub against my clit and my mouth hangs open in hopes of more air.

Taking matters into my own hands, I pull down my panties, momentarily interrupting Harry, not that he minds as he helps me the rest of the way. He continues rubbing my swollen lower lips in tantalizing circles and zig zags, but that’s not enough anymore. Reaching behind me, I start pulling down his underwear as best as I can, to which he also finishes the task and then I raise my knee. Moving a bit lower, Harry begins to poke at me and I arch my back even more till he inches inside me.

I never thought I could crave and be this satisfied, all on account of a hard penetrating muscle. What’s the magic behind sex? Why do I need it so much now? Maybe its not just about the act, it’s the body that I yearn, Harry’s body. The way he makes me feel, these sensations only he’s awaken and tamed. I love him with every centimeter of my being, so much that knowing I wouldn’t see him for a few days would be just outrageous and torturous.

I love how slick he eases in with each thrust, partly due to how unbelievably wet I am and how he rocks those hips like a demigod. I love the mess of our damp skin rubbing against each other as it conceives a new scent, the smell of sex filling the room. Being taken from behind while a hand dominates my front, fingertips massaging my clit so well, bringing me to the edge of my mind. The panting starts and the avalanche from within takes over. Muffling my orgasm against the pillow, I drift back into my body and long for Harry to come with me.

“You feel incredible,” he whispers against my back. “But I’m not even close yet.”

And the problem is?

“Turn on your stomach, love.”

I roll over lifeless and allow Harry to position me as he pleases. Grasping on to my pillow, the excitement is reviving me. Warm hands prop my legs so that I’m clumsily kneeling while my head and chest rest. Harry soothes my back to a better arch, removing my bra completely, and slowly I’m filled by his delicious length followed by husky exhales.

He’s going in deeper and hitting new areas that are prepping me for another orgasmic round.
Harry remains steady, sometimes thrusting a little harder towards the very end. How does this feel so good? So alien? His hands roaming over my bum, up and down my thighs and tickling my sides. Then he leans over me, gliding his hands to cup my chest between the little space between my body and the mattress.

I can hear every time he inhales and exhales and the seductive sound drives me wild. This is the sex I craved. Forbidden almost since we have to be extremely quiet. I enjoy the delicate kisses spread over my back as Harry pauses still inside me.

“Mind if I go a little fasta?”

I shake my head and hold on to the end of the mattress above my head, face digging in my pillow again. His warm body separates from mine, all except in one area. And then he begins to thrust faster. The sound of his hips smacking my cheeks makes me smile inevitably. The sound of his muffled groans, makes me smile even wider. How does he move his hips that fast? I wish I could see this, see us, in a video. There’s an idea.

After that first set, Harry slows down to catch his breath and glides his hands around the already marked trail of my body. When he moves his hips in a circular motion I want to squeal and fist my hands till my palms are dented by my fingernails. His rhythm is still slow but now his fingers are seeking my warmth and he hunches over. Massaging my swollen bud, he then begins to flick her from side to side and I moan as I feel I’m about to collapse again.

“I can feel you close again,” he whispers. “Ah, Jude. I love it when you clench around me.”

Oh I’m close alright! This over stimulation is driving me mad. It isn’t till his hips sway from side to side, his hand flicking vigorously now, with his other beginning to squeeze my breast that I release. Biting into my pillow is the only way I can mute this pleasure.

“Fuck-Jude!” Harry gasps.

Just as my senses are attempting to collect themselves, I feel Harry spill into me. The warmth flows and tickles while his throbbing erection vibrates against my walls. I squeeze, hugging him inside me as he slowly softens. Harry chuckles and continues to catch his breath, laying on top of me helpless. I’m sweaty, we both are, and sticky. This would be the perfect time to slip in the shower, but that clearly wasn’t going to happen.

Harry slips out and flops to his back, laying beside me. I have nor the will or the energy to move. We look at each other and I know we’re thinking the same thing. Our eyes are shimmering, I know his are. Our smiles are sweet and naughty. And he still looks like that sensual demigod as he wipes his forehead and tries to push his hair out of his face.

“That…woah,” Harry’s eyes widen and his grin says it all. “It’s not too often I see you want me like that.”

“What are you talking about, I always want you like that.”

“Do you? Damn, that’s a hell of a way to send me off. Must’ve been some dream,” he winks.

Harry squirms his arm around me, pulling me on to his chest. He rests his mouth on my forehead and I can feel the tremor in his chest due to his wild heart. Then, just when things were going so perfectly, our dream world fades with first sight of light blue in the early morning sky.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

New Ceremony- Dry The River

Ride- Cary Brothers

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Sorry for the hold up. I'm actually getting ready to do an art show and that's left me little time for writting. But I could never flee Jude or her life for very long, nor will I ever. THank you to those still reading the story and know There's still more ahead, especially those surrounding Jude.

Love you all! xoxo