Underneath

Quickly, Harry hauls his shirt off and my lips automatically move to his chest. I kiss the bird tattoos on his collar bones, so happy to see them again. I kiss the butterfly as my fingers trace further down. I can see a firm outline pressing into his jeans. His breathing is already desperate and ragged…I know what he needs.

I flick open his jeans…and he’s right there in front of me, hard and smooth. Gently I pull him free and wrap my hand round the base. I start by kissing the smooth head, brushing my lips softly against it. I feel Harry pull off the bobble hat and work his fingers into my hair, winding the length round his wrist like he did that very first night. I lick the end, swirling my tongue round the edge. Then, I take him into my mouth, he’s warm, the skin thin and delicate against my teeth. I form my mouth around the thick shaft and take a first suck. He exhales with relief and suddenly I realise I have power over him, just as he has over me.

I take more of him into my mouth, sucking more firmly now, while starting to move my hand. He gasps into the movement and adjusts so he can see my face…and this time, I don’t need to be told. I look into his eyes as I lick firmly round the head, releasing a slick salty taste. Again, I take him into my mouth, sucking insistently. He groans deeply, watching me, desperate with lust and need. I go to work more firmly and watch him loose himself, gasping heavily. He comes with a deep inhale and strangled cry.

He gathers me into his arms, burying his face in my hair as he catches his breath again. He holds me like he’s afraid to let go. I hadn’t thought of any of this from his point of view, we’ve both suffered. “Will you come upstairs?” he asks quietly…

…In the lift, I wrap my arms round his waist and he rests his chin on the top of my head. He seems calmer now, less anxious. The doors bing open. “Hang on,” he says and shoves the bobble hat back on my head with a smile. “Cute! very cute!”

I get carried over the threshold and slid onto the kitchen counter. “I’m having a beer so…?” he asks. “Me too,” I answer. I’m elated to see his beautiful smile again.

He passes me a bottle and I pull him towards me with my legs. “Cheers!” I say as we clink. “Will you stay over tonight?” he asks, insecurity welling up his eyes again.

“Yes,” I say instantly. He relaxes again, takes a swig of beer. “So, I haven’t seen you for a while,” He says grinning. “that’s right,” I answer, clutching his waist between my thighs. “Do you still look the same?” he smiles undoing my shirt. “Dunno, you might have to check,” I giggle.

He takes off my jacket and shirt and bra, till I’m sat topless in my jeans on his kitchen counter. “Better,” he smiles and kisses each nipple in turn. “Ice!” he starts, “We absolutely need ice!”

He makes me lie down on the counter…and close my eyes.

I feel his hot breath on my stomach, then freezing cold ice. Holding a cube between his teeth, he runs the ice over my body. Up to my breasts and back down. Tiny rivulets of water trickle down my sides, pooling under my back. Still using his mouth, he moves it down to the top of my jeans, leaving it in the dip of my tummy to melt while he takes off the rest of my clothes. (Now I'm naked except for a bobble hat!)

“Keep your eyes closed!” he orders as I seek a peek at him. Using his hand, he runs fresh ice down the top of each thigh, knee to hip. The cold water runs between my legs, waking up my delicate centre. Gently, he eases one of my legs flat to the counter, keeping the other bent. Now, the ice slides down my inner thigh straight between my legs. I feel it circle the soft flesh of the opening before he pushes it inside where it melts immediately.

He repeats this manoeuvre. Taking his time to work the ice over the lips of my opening, almost freezing the skin there. Then, his cold fingers slip inside me, stealing the heat from my body. His tongue slides firmly against my clit, burning the frozen flesh.

Suddenly, I hear myself breathing deeply, moaning softly. His fingers start to work in and out, I grip them hard, a ripple of pleasure pooling out from my womb . His tongue slides over my clit, round the sides, hot breath coming in gasps…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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