Picture Perfect

"To have her here in bed with me, breathing on me, her hair in my mouth--I count that something of a miracle." - Henry Miller


Lucy's POV


Harry kicked the master bedroom door closed with his foot before leading us across the room to his king sized mattress. As he removed his dress shoes from the soles of his feet, I began to crawl towards the headboard, stopping when I approached the cold, hard wood. A grin overcame the man's features while he slowly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing the clothing aside before joining me on the duvet. He cautiously spread my legs apart to fit his body in the space between them as I adjusted to our new position. When my brown eyes flickered up to meet his gaze, I found his bottom lip captured in between his teeth. His green eyes were filled with so much want and desire as they roamed my body, making sure to study every inch of skin that wasn't adorned by my black cocktail dress.

I lifted my hand to caress his cheek, but he grabbed my wrist and pinned it above my head before attaching his lips to mine. His tongue invaded my mouth and gently glided across my own as I threaded my free hand through his chestnut curls. I released a hot, throaty moan when he dug his teeth into my lower lip before kissing the spot underneath, working his way south. I tilted my neck to the side, granting him more access, as I hummed in pleasure. I loved how Harry ignited this flame within me whenever he sponged kisses to the crook of my neck or collarbone. In his arms, I felt like a woman who was wanted and appreciated--not like some sex toy that could easily be discarded along with a bag of rubbish. More importantly, he made me forget all the horrible things that had ever happened to me, and for that I was grateful.


The least I can do is give him a part of me.


I trailed my hand down from his hair all the way to his torso, lightly dragging my fingertips across the swallows inked to his chest. I marveled at the sight of his tattoos. A butterfly in the epicenter of his stomach, leaf branches on his hipbones, a mermaid on his arm, the list goes on and on. Harry drew in a shallow breath as my fingers traced down to his v-line, following the dips in his abdominal muscles. Blessed by the gods, he had the kind of body people would kill for in their lifetime; I still couldn't believe he belonged to me.

As his fingertips grasped the zipper on the side of my dress, warm breaths of air fanned over the top of my chest. Harry looked to my eyes for reassurance and with the gentle nod of my head, he slowly pulled down the zipper, letting the fabric slide off my body. I felt the heat rise to my cheeks when he took a moment to stare at me in my black brazillia, releasing his hold on the wrist above my head.

"You're so beautiful," The man whispered softly into my ear. I blushed at Harry's words and nuzzled my nose against his cheek before kissing one of his dimples.

He grinned widely at this and placed a sweet kiss on my forehead, sighing in content. Once again I was mesmerized by the sight of his forest green eyes. The unique color was something I'd never be able to fully get used to. Every time I stared into them, a new emotion seemed to fill those deep pools of emerald. Contrary to the look of lust and desire I saw only moments ago, his eyes reflected a new emotion I couldn't quite describe. But there was no time to think, for Harry leaned into me once more and kissed me harder than he ever had before. I was quick to react though, wrapping my arms around his neck and fisting his unruly hair while his skillful tongue explored my mouth.

With an elbow propping himself up on the bed, Harry used his other hand to pull my dress off completely as his plump lips wrapped around my bottom one, copying the action to the top. Just those few seconds were erotic and enough to leave me panting his name breathlessly. I swear,this man is going to be the death of me.

"I...I want to do something for you," Harry muttered against my lips while brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. "Do you trust me?" he asked, searching my face for an answer.

I gazed back into his green eyes, biting my lip."Yes." I nodded my head.

"I'll make you feel good, Lucy. I promise I can take all your pain away," The lovely boy said to me while placing a kiss above my left breast.

My eyes fluttered close when I felt his lips move past my navel, right next to the lining of my underwear. He sat up a little before lightly trekking his fingertips along my centre, his touch exciting a feeling inside of me that made my stomach churn. "Harry." I moaned, fingers sliding back into his curls while he kissed my hip.

"God, I love these." Harry sighed, playing with the strap of my lace underwear.

My breath hitched in my throat when I felt the chilled air hit my lower area as my panties were removed and tossed onto the floor. Before I could even regain my composure, plump pink lips began nipping at the skin of my inner thigh until hickies formed. I was a writhing mess underneath him, unable to contain the soft whimpers leaving my mouth as his lips traveled closer and closer to my core. And once his head moved in between my thighs, and he flicked out his tongue, I was done. A low hum vibrated through his chest as my body arched off the sheets when he sucked on my clit.

The feeling of pleasure was indescribable. I had never experienced something so arousing before. Harry continued zig-zagging his tongue down my centre until my body involuntarily tightened, and I sucked in a sharp breath. My high was coming on, and he could sense it too.

"H-Harry," I cried out, "I-"

"Shh, I know baby," He rasped.

I screwed my eyes shut, fisting the bed sheets, as I let myself fall apart beneath his touch. Moans mixed with the syllables of his name left my mouth as I rode out my orgasm. After a minute or so my breathing finally steadied, and beads of sweat had formed across my forehead. Harry sat up and licked my taste off his lips while humming in satisfaction.

"You taste amazing," He said, placing a kiss to the back of my neck as he moved behind me.

"I can't believe I let you do that." I blushed ferociously, a giggle sounding from my lips. I could feel him smirk against my skin as his arms tightened around my waist.

"You know you loved it," Harry teased.

"Shut up." I smiled, playfully slapping his chest. He pretend to groan in pain, making my smile become wider.

"You're killing me here, babe."

Notes

An update, as promised! I hope you enjoy it. I'm slowly trying to get back into the groove of writing Picture Perfect again. Thanks to those who have supported this story from the beginning. I'm continuing it because of you!

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-M