Had to Walk Away

Harry's face beamed as it broke into a smile. Once again I wasn't throwing my feelings around for all to see but I was admitting that deep down I felt exactly how he did.
The next point of conversation was Will, Harry knew there was somebody else but like everyone else still assumed it was Mia.
"Terry?!" His eyes were like saucers while I rehashed the details of the morning I'd found them in bed together.
"Terry." The flashbacks had me signal to the waiter for more drinks. I'd come to terms with what had happened but I still went cold to my very core picturing Will and Terry blissfully asleep entwined together. "They've been in love since Will was 17 or so, and I was the unknowing beard."
"So, how did he find out about us?"
"He didn't know 100% that there was anything. We still haven't really discussed it, but your reaction when we walked into the dressing room gave him the idea that there was something." Harry nodded and it was written all over his face that he'd known he'd done a terrible job of hiding his feelings that night. "He threw the accusation out to take away from what he'd been up to."
"So does he know now?" The hand that wasn't holding tight onto his glass was fidgety, he seemed calm but I could tell that Will's suspicion our affair had thrown him completely. I wondered if I got up to go to the bathroom whether he'd still be sat here when I returned.
"Like I said, we haven't really discussed it. He explained why he'd said it and I neither confirmed nor denied. He didn't push because he doesn't have the right to." I stretched my hand towards his, my little finger touching his just enough to reassure him, "for the first time, I don't care if he knows. I'm keeping his secret so he can keep mine."
There was a tense moment of silence as I waited for Harry's reaction. When he eventually curled his pinky around mine, I let myself relax and hope that we could start to mend our relationship.
We went back to not touching and ordered food, we talked about his tour and he asked about my new job. For the first time it felt like we were on a real date. I felt no guilt for being there with him, and if we were seen, it wouldn't be great but it wouldn't be the end of the world.
We were both very tipsy though, and the subtle protective foot touching had escalated into full on footsie.
"Maybe we should skip desert and go upstairs." Harry grinned, sliding his hotel key towards me while my foot worked it's way along his inner thigh. "I'll get drinks set up to the room."
I picked the key up and looked it, weighing up if it was a good idea to sleep with him so soon. There was still plenty to fix and discuss, but I was drunk and horny. Joel and I had fooled around but it had never gone anywhere serious because I'd wanted Harry, and now I could have him, I'd be stupid to refuse.
"I'll go first," putting my heels back on, I climbed out of my seat and tried to act like my legs hadn't gone numb, "you follow me in five minutes."
"See you in five."
Back in the hotel room, I grabbed my handbag and headed to the bedroom. I whipped off my clothes apart from the new red silk underwear set I'd bought and added a black lace robe so I didn't look as exposed as I felt. Despite my resolve not to have sex with Harry, I'd gone through the usual preparations of removing all my body hair from the neck down, buying new underwear and then packed an easy change of clothes for the journey home.
Hearing the sound of the door close and Harry call my name, I crawled onto the bed and lay down on my stomach, making sure my chest looked ample.
"Oh," seeing Harry stop dead in the bedroom doorway, his eyes widen and his lips form into a triumphant smirk, felt so good, "hello."
"Hi." I pushed myself up onto all fours, "I hope you don't mind that I changed?"
He strode over to the bed so I was eye level with the waistband of his jeans, I reached out to touch his hip before straightening up to kiss him. He tasted of sugar and lime, and I couldn't get enough. I pulled his tee up and he removed it.
"These are new!" I whispered, my fingertips stroked the two laurel leaf tattoos placed above his hips.
I bent down to take a closer look. "Like them?" Harry asked as he gathered my hair in his hands. I tilted my head back to look up at him, his eyes had darkened and he clearly enjoyed the view of me kneeling before him.
I parted my lips, and dragged my tongue along the right tattoo, slow and deliberate. The guttural groan that left Harry's mouth filled the room, and urged me to do the same to the other side. Before I got the chance, my head was yanked back and Harry's mouth was on mine.
"I need to taste you." He muttered. "I've missed how good you taste."
I grabbed his left hand and placed it between my legs. His deep dimpled grin emerged as he traced the outline of my lips through the wet silk with his index finger,
"You're so wet, and we haven't even started yet."
In a flash, I was on my back and the red satin knickers were on the other side of the room. Harry spread my legs, knelt down on the floor, hooked his arms around my thighs, and dragged me closer to him.
The first feel of his tongue in almost a year was nearly enough to send me into bliss. It was a long, slow, savouring drag from entrance to clit, which made my legs quiver.
I reached for a pillow to muffle my cries but Harry nipped at my thighs and instructed, "I want to hear you, I want this whole hotel to hear you."
Lifting my head to see if he was serious, our eyes locked and he extended his tongue and flicked it at my exposed nub to show he meant every word. My yelp was loud, my head hit the bed and my back arched.
"Oh fu..." the word failed as he did it again. I tried to pull away from how intense his mouth felt, I would climax too soon, but his grip was tight which only made me more aroused.
Covering the top half of my pussy with his mouth, he slid two fingers into me, curled them up and found my G spot with familiar ease. Already so close, the feel of cold metal coming into contact repeatedly with my entrance and Harry's expert tongue movements were enough to make my toes curl, my back arch, and my hands fly to the top of his head.
I saw a flashing light, my body writhing and twitching while I cried out his name,
"Harry! Oh fuck, Harry, that's so-oh! OHHH-"
Hungrily, he kept going, despite my hard tugs at his hair and my legs becoming rigid from over sensitivity.
When finally his mouth moved away to kiss my pubic bone and he pulled out his fingers from my tight walls, which had clenched around him, Harry looked up at me with a dimpled grin. "I think being single has made you taste even sweeter."

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