Page 24 of Never Forget You

“You… you really love me? Like, for real?” Tears are streaming down my cheeks. I can hardly keep control of myself. This is what I’ve wanted ever since I first laid eyes on Harry again, and now it’s happening. I would love to be able to enjoy it a bit more, but to be honest, it’s a rollercoaster. I can’t seem to get myself steady.

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean it,” he assures me. “I wouldn’t, knowing how complex this is.”

“And you’re willing to make it work however makes me comfortable? That’s so nice, Harry.”

He laughs awkwardly and runs his fingers through his hair, which is the moment I notice him shaking. “Are you going to tell me how you feel as well, Georgia? Don’t worry if I’m not going to like it. I would just like to know. The anticipation…” A visible shudder runs down his spine. “It’s getting too much for me. I just need an answer.”

I didn’t even realize that I hadn't given a reply until he says this. “Oh, my God, I’m sorry. I love you too.”

He sags with relief. “You do? Oh, thank God. You don’t know how nervous I’ve been.”

I stride across the room and close the gap between us before perching on the edge of his lap for just a second. It feels strange to finally be touching him with such comfort without any booze in our systems, but right as well, like I’ve always been meant to be here with him. I giggle girlishly, feeling young and free once more, before I rest my forehead on his and stare into his eyes. Thank God we are here. Thank God we made it to this point. It’s perfect.

“I really do love you,” I mumble again, the words feeling like sheer electricity on my lips. “So much.”

“I love you as well.” His hands tighten around my waist. He pulls me closer onto his lap. “You’re everything.”

The next moment, everything kicks up a notch and we are kissing desperately and passionately. It’s somehow even deeper than last time. I can really feel Harry claiming me now, and I love it. It’s phenomenal. He’s no longer being a sweet gentleman, which of course means I’m not going to be a lady, either. It’s desire all the way through and I love it. The ecstasy is swirling through my body, clinging to me, holding me tight, and I don’t want it to let me go.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs as if we have been apart forever, not just a short while. Unless he isn’t talking about now but instead referring to the past decade. In which case, I feel the same. “I’m glad I have you.”

All of a sudden, he flips me onto my back and lays me down on the couch, really taking control of my body, and it sets me on fire. As his lips move off mine and instead start sucking andnibbling on my exposed throat, his eager fingers dive into my panties and he begins massaging and exploring my soaking wet insides. I didn’t even quite realize how turned on I was until his fingers begin touching me, claiming me, taking all of me…

“Oh, Harry.” My arms wrap tightly around his neck. I cling to him like there is no tomorrow as he fucks me with his hand. It’s so good, my clit is burning with excitement. I can hardly take it. It’s too much, yet I need more…

But then Harry completely strips the air from my lungs by whipping his fingers away and dragging my panties down in one swift, smooth movement. Just as I’m about to complain that I need more, that I’m not quite done with his velvety touch yet, he slides to the floor on his knees and blows a hot breath of air along my slit.

“Oh… wow.” My core is lit, it’s flaming, it’s consumed with passion. “Harry, fucking hell, that feels… wow.”

I can’t explain it. I can’t find the right words. It’s unlike a sensation I’ve ever experienced before. Harry continues to tickle me with his breath as he runs his tongue gently along the hypersensitive skin at the tops of my thighs. And to think, I was just about to go to bed because I was so tired. Now Harry is here, and he has me more awake than ever. The anticipation is building. I can hardly stand it. Any minute now, he will connect with me, and I’m overly excited in preparation. My fingers curl around the couch cushions, my back arches, my hips roll, but it doesn’t speed Harry up at all. I guess he’s doing what he can to tease me, to drive me over the edge until I’m a wreck.

“Mmm, your scent is delicious,” he groans, allowing his words to vibrate along my core. “You smell so good.”

I almost want to say something back, not that I know what to say about this, but I don’t get the chance. In a split second, his tongue is all over me and an onslaught of burning hot bliss burns around my core, lightning bolts of pleasure shooting through my veins until I’m an absolute mess. He’s corrupting me, destroying me, and I love it.

“Fuck!” I swear as I try to grab onto Harry. I need a break, it’s too much for me, I can’t take it any longer, but I also can’t grab him to remove him from my clit which he is shrouding in flames. I don’t think I’m trying hard enough, though, to be honest, because I love the way he’s circling around me, tasting every inch of me. “Oh, God.”

I shove my fist into my mouth to try and keep the noise down. The last thing I want is to wake Ella up. The white-hot pleasure is making it difficult, though. I can hardly stand it. He is setting me alight, pushing me toward the knife edge of desire, and I don’t know how much longer I can remain on the edge…

Harry is a mad man. He’s absolutely determined to smother me in bliss, and I really can’t get enough.

“Oh, fuck!” As I finally cave and fall into the abyss, I can’t stop myself from bucking and writhing. Harry holds me down, fixing me in place to make sure that I devour every moment of this pleasure, and I love it. The orgasm rolls through me again and again. It won’t stop rolling through my body. I don’t think this is ever going to end. I whisper Harry’s name again and again, loving how it feels in my mouth. God, Harry is everything to me.

“Oh… wow…” I choke out the moment the pleasure ebbs away and leaves me in a delightful bubble. “Just wow.” I grab Harry and pull him back up to meet my lips, and I kiss him hard. Tasting myself on his mouth is actually hot as hell. I want more.I want his tongue as well, and it only inflames the desire. “Harry, you’re too much.”

I continue to drag him up my body, kissing down his chest and stomach as he goes. Harry seems more than happy to go with whatever the hell I’m doing to him, which is fucking incredible. This is why we are perfect for one another. We’re a partnership, equals, full of lust for one another. Somehow, wewillmake it work.

“Hmm, wow.” Soon, his cock is pressing against my lips. He’s hard as steel, eager to be inside me, but I have other ideas right now. I want him, but in a different way. So, I press my lips out to kiss his length which instantly makes him buck with pleasure. Because he’s hovering above me, holding himself up so I can do what I want to him, I stroke his shaft and his balls as well, running my fingers through his pubic hair just to see what it feels like.

Just as he starts to shudder and I know he can’t take it any longer, I angle him to kiss his tip before I part my lips and take him all the way into the wetness of my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. I have to stretch my mouth around him. From his angle, he’s definitely too much, but I love it. He feels great in my mouth.

Harry takes control of the movements because I’m pinned back on the couch, so he bucks his hips and fucks my mouth. I get to taste every part of him just like he did me, and it’s fucking phenomenal. I can’t get enough. My core is buzzing with need all over again. I can’t seem to stop myself from wanting him. He makes me an animal.

“I want to be inside you.” Almost as if he can read my mind, Harry echoes my need. “I need you.”

He drags himself backward and covers himself up in a condom once more. I grab him as soon as he’s covered and straddle him. His cock teases my entrance, but I’m the one with all the power now. I’m the one who can do the teasing. I rock back and forth, not quite letting him inside me, until neither of us can take it anymore.

“Fuck me, Georgia,” he begs, pleading and desperate. “I need you so bad that it hurts.”

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