Underneath

I wake enclosed in Harrys body, the little spoon. I stretch out my legs, making my ankles crack like old furniture and feel him shift behind me. I have no idea what time it is, but its early, not fully light yet. I also don't know how long I stayed awake watching him breathe last night. All I know is, every single breath is committed to memory.

He pushes his hips into me waking slowly. I feel his dick grow firm against the small of my back. He yawns lazily, drawing me into his chest. A warm hand moves to cup my breast. I reach back and stroke his messy curls, just starting to grow back. He folds his sleepy face to the crook of my neck, dream kisses.

He rubs his erection against me and I flex my body, pulling his hips in close. He kisses up, behind my ear, the nape of my neck. Like the feel of an icy wind, my skin prickles, turning up the voltage that runs through my body.

He rocks into position and I push back, easing him inside me. He breathes heavily into my shoulder and I moan softly, no need for words. Slowly, he starts to draw in and out, as I become wet for him. He’s already big, but this position seems to allow him to go deeper. I gasp, trying to get used to the feeling. His hand strokes up my thigh, moving to the front, slipping a finger to my clit.

He rubs rhythmically, while pushing into me at the same time. It feels so incredible, I groan, gripping his hips, urging him on. We push and pull for a while. Then, what starts as lazy morning sex, suddenly hots up. Staying behind me, he withdraws and pulls me to my hands and knees. He eases my legs open a little, takes hold of my waist and slides quickly back inside.

We both gasp, this feels so good. He thrusts into me harder now, getting the rhythm. He takes my heavy breasts in his hands, then strokes down my back, massaging my hips. Fingers stroking towards the smaller opening. Theres a pause…an unspoken question…I don't speak.

Gently he massages my ass, still moving inside me. Slides a finger in. It feels strange, not in a bad way, just strange. My mind goes back to that first night, when he wasn’t so gentle. I still don't understand that…I don't understand him that for sure. What did Mia call him? ‘a naughty boy.’ This is defiantly kind of naughty.

Another pause…am I going to let him? “Be gentle,” I say quietly. “Lie down,” he asks kindly. We get back into spoon position. Slowly and with infinite care, he takes me anally. It feels crazy and a little painful but not unbearable. I do feel vulnerable however…thankfully this time he doesn’t take advantage. Just wraps his arms round me, murmurs quietly, “so beautiful…”

After a while he withdraws and I get my reward. I turn and we kiss, eyes open, gazing deep into each other. Then his mouth moves between my legs, tongue smoothing over my sensitive centre. I arch my back immediately, desperate to come. He slips two fingers inside and works his tongue over my clit until I’m gasping and moaning.

He works his fingers inside me until my orgasm takes hold, then moves his mouth to my inner thigh and bites gently into the soft flesh. I’m electrified for a moment and cry out. He softly bites the other thigh before moving up and sliding back into me, joining me in the final throes, with his own climax.

Once finished, we stay joined, panting, spent. Eventually, he rolls to the side with a satisfied smile. “Hey girl,” He says lazily. “Hey boy,” I reply…”Shit!” he says loudly.

“What?” I ask. “I’m late for my flight!” He shouts back, and leaps out of bed…

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