Underneath

Harry keeps a tight hold of me as I pant to the finish line, thighs trembling. Then, I turn and collapse breathless onto the carpet, pulling him with me.

“Hmm…have you seen where we are?” I ask, looking round. “About three feet from the front door!” he laughs, face-palming. “Sorry! I guess I got carried away, but I can do romance too,” he adds casually. “Sometimes you can,” I admit. “When you remember to!”

“Hey!” he starts, helping me to my feet. “There was the swimming pool! Don't tell me you’ve forgotten about that!” He takes my hand and starts leading me to the bedroom. “No! I say firmly, “I’ll never forget the pool.” We reach the bedroom, Harry takes the door handle and says, “You look beautiful underwater by the way.”

He watches my face as the door opens…to a room overflowing with white roses. Huge vases line the wall, bursting with an abundance of pale, delicate blooms. Unfurled flower heads float in clear glass bowls. A path of fragrant confetti leads us to the bed.

I gasp in shock, “but how did you do it in time? You didn’t even know I was coming round till an hour ago?” Harry blushes shyly, “well, when you said the family film was Mr Doubtfire, I kinda guessed you’d come over here. I had to go to a couple of florists to get enough, but …” his voice trails away, I see he’s bashful, embarrassed but proud of making such an effort for me.

“Do you like it? he asks smiling. “My god Harry I love it!” I pull him close, reaching up for a kiss. “and I love you.” He returns my kiss then, hesitates for a moment, bracing himself, then whispers, “I love you too.” We kiss and fall onto the bed. This is the second time he's been brave enough to say those three words out loud…

…He rolls on top of me, skin flushed with heat. I open my legs for him, as he slides home. I’m always surprised at how big he feels inside me. He takes it slow, unafraid to look into my eyes. I wrap my legs round his back and pull his face towards mine.

We kiss as he pushes deeper and harder. It feels so good I sink my teeth into his shoulder, biting gently. He rides me like this for a while as I groan and writhe in his arms.

Eventually he withdraws and turns me over, kissing the length of my spine, gently taking the flesh of my curves between his teeth. My body electrifies as a hand slides to my centre. I feel his body on top of mine, his firm chest brushing against my back, breath hot on the nape of my neck.

Now, I surrender to everything, let him take me anyhow he choses. He circles his hands round my wrists, holding me down, teeth gently testing the flesh across my shoulders. I feel him working inside me, daring himself to push my limits…

Ⓒ SphinxWriter13 2017

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