Had to Walk Away

Still trembling, I giggled and watched as Harry stripped off his jeans and briefs. Every time he did something that was familiar, my heart swelled, but none more than seeing him completely naked again. He'd been working out, he looked bigger and broader, his skin tanned and dotted with newer tattoos.
"Do you have “Brasil” written on your thigh?" I asked, ignoring the reaction my brain and heart were having to the anchor on his forearm.
"That's where your eyes go to? My thigh?" Harry grinned, the anchor coming further into view as he stroked his rock hard erection, "too many caipirinhas led to an impulsive tattoo. It also ended up with me pulling my trousers down and showing the audience."
Getting onto the bed, he settled between my legs and we came face to face, suddenly everything became quite serious. His gaze was intense, like he was holding back and I wondered if he saw the same from me.
"Just say it." He whispered, as started to move slowly, his hardness drawing up my slit. "Say that you love me."
I whimpered as he teased. I felt exposed that he'd known what I was scared to say, and worried that as long as I held back from saying it, he would continue to play with me.
"Please, Harry." My hips bucked, desperate for him to enter me, but he shook his head and pulled away.
"Say it." He repeated, reaching between us to use his fingers to touch me everywhere but where I needed him to touch. I'd hoped Harry's own need would override his little game, but his eyes twinkled with delight as I squirmed, this was part of the fun. "You're so wet for me, I thought you'd want me to fuck you, guess I was wro-"
"I love you!" I yelled, covering my face with my hands in embarrassment briefly before my wrists were grabbed and pinned to the bed.
"Again." Harry’s grin was so wide. I was annoyed for caving, but the feeling of his tip teasing my entrance had the annoyance running back to where it came from. "Layla."
"I love you." Pushing into me a little he before he stopped.
"Again." He commanded before kissing me, long and slow, his teeth tugged at my bottom lip. He was trying to a point but now that he was in me, it was getting harder to make.
"I love you, Harry! I love you, I love you, I love you!" I whimpered loudly, hoping that that was enough.
To both of relief it was, Harry entering me fully until he was buried as deep as he could go, "fuck!" He whispered, taking a moment to enjoy the feeling, his mouth trailing from my lips to my neck and down to my breasts.
Arching my back, he let go of my hands so he could explore my body. His tongue teased one nipple while his thumb teased the other.
Harry's sudden thrusts made me cry out in surprise. I'd forgotten how big he was and how he seemed to hit every spot. He was wild and frantic. We both clung to each other desperate to erase the time we'd missed together. I felt a lump form in my throat, and tears threatened to spill,
"Baby, are you ok?" Harry asked, as he slowed to an almost stop. The frown on his forehead changed from pleasure to concern.
"Don't stop!" I begged, "please."
Wrapping his arms under me and burying his face in neck, Harry sped back up. The tears spilled down my cheeks, months of suppressed emotions came to a head. While safe in Harry's arms, I let everything go.
Will. Terry. Harry's betrayal. The nightmares. Everything.
"I love you so much." I moaned into Harry's curls.
His hold on me tightened, and his thrusts became quicker. The feel of his teeth grazing my shoulder made me quiver and that seemed to send Harry over the edge. He groaned loudly. His body rigid as he came.
"Fuck, fuck, fu-" the word left half said. His body fell limp and silent, as we basked in the after glow of how time together.
I waited for him to speak, to indicate he'd come back down to earth. I stroked his back and kissed the side of his head. Letting out a sigh that filled the room, Harry lazily nuzzled his nose into the nape of my neck,
"I love you too."
A while later as we were tucked under the covers, that was when I broached the subject of Harry's anchor. Reaching for the offended hand I studied it silently, I waited for him to question what I was doing. It was exactly the same minus the flowers, and the shading was different but the anchor itself was identical.
"It matches yours." My head whipped up to look at him. He wore a smile lopsided as he stroked my cheek. "I was wondering if you'd noticed."
I sat up and looked at him in disbelief. It wasn't fresh, more than a few months old at least, "did you do it intentionally?"
Suddenly, he looked nervous, unsure he wanted to tell me the story but his reluctance confirmed the doubtful feeling I had that he'd set out to get the same tattoo as mine.
"I hoped you'd see it," he muttered he focused on the fabric of the bed linen. He curled it around his finger and let it go so it stayed in a spiral. "I stupidly thought that if you saw it, you'd know that I thought about you all the time and that if there was a way to make it work, I'd have done it."
Looking up, his eyes greener than ever as they filled with heartbreaking emotion, he smiled and shrugged, "I guess it didn't work."
In a flash I ripped back the covers and climbed onto him, straddling his thighs so we were eye to eye, I cupped his jaw and placed kisses all over his face.
"I can't promise that if I'd seen it, anything would have changed, but I promise that I saw nothing. Ok?" Harry nodded, his arms snaked around my waist and pulled me tight against him. "I think you're crazy for doing that though."
Laughing I kissed his pouty lips. My mouth stayed planted on his until he reluctantly kissed me back. The feel of his tongue against mine had me lost. I hummed with satisfaction as I leaned into him further. There was nothing I needed more in this world than to be as close to him as possible.
"Too soon for round two?" I sighed. The stirring between my thighs grew as Harry's hands gripped my behind and pressed me down against his cock, already wanting more.
"No way." He panted, his mouth parted with a lustful look on his face lifted me up, "I want you again."
I slid down onto him easily; my hands gripped at the velvet covered headboard while I closed my eyes and let my head fall back. He always felt good. He'd felt good twenty minutes ago, but every time was like the first. A blissful glow spread from the pit of my stomach to the tips of my toes, the end of fingers and even my scalp.
Bringing my head down, I pressed my forehead against Harry's. His beautiful mouth spread into a deeply satisfied smile as I rocked back and forth on him. He wasn't looking to the end, he was enjoying the journey.
"You're so fucking hot," he whimpered. His hands moving from my behind, over my sides, and up to my chest, "I've missed everything about you. But how beautiful you look when you're riding me is what I missed most."
The first wave of intense pleasure hit him suddenly. His head fell back onto the bed and his mouth falling wide open. The pillows, which had been propping him up shifted and Harry lay almost flat. I sped up my pace and leant down to mark his throat with my mouth, teeth grazing where his muscles were tense. He moaned my name and started to move his hips, he wasn't ready to release but the time for slow had passed.
Harry's hands were back on my ass, gripped so tight I wondered if his rings would leave a mark, if I'd be leaving with two hand prints on my behind. It was me who was now in the first throes, my palms flat against the padded velvet and I looked down as Harry’s mouth welcomed the nipple, which hovered over his face.
Hitting me out of nowhere, my toes curled and my vision filled with hot white light as I shook and came. Wave after wave, I gripped the bed and begged for Harry never to stop.

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