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He moved even faster then, rubbing until I was shuddering and exploding. My moans were louder than I wanted them to be, but Harry was pleased with himself as he massaged me with a sly smile.
I reached my hands out and said, “I want you, Harry.”
He didn’t hesitate. Leaning back, he pulled off his shirt and threw it aside and then moved to his pants. I bit my lip watching him slowly work his way out of his pants, stroking his hard length. There was something enticing about him standing at attention. And remembering the taste of him that I got when we were at the theme park, I crawled forward and reached out to grab him. Laying on my stomach as he was kicking his pants off, I dragged my hand back and forth over his member, and then he eventually stepped up to me so I could pull him into my mouth.
He let out a sexy sigh as I closed around him, and his hands dropped to my head. He held it in place gently as he started to thrust into me, and I loved the length of him sliding all the way down my throat. He tilted my head back and I looked up at him as I sucked.
“So beautiful,” he hummed, and it drove straight into me.
We continued to lock eyes as I moved up and down his shaft, feeling it elongate and leak into my mouth. His gentle thrusts blended with his natural scent and drove me wild. It would be so much easier to detach myself from Harry if I wasn’t blown away by everything about him. His taste, his smell, the sound of his voice and the feeling of his hands. All that he was seemed to fit perfectly against all that I was and made it difficult to keep fact from fiction. When I was with Harry, he was all I could think about. I wanted to believe I could keep my composure around him and keep from getting too attached, but in truth, it was probably too late already.
Finally, Harry cupped a hand under my chin and pulled me up to let him go. I dropped him from my mouth and came up to my knees so he could drag another kiss out of me. His hands slunk around my back in order to unclasp my bra and drop it away.
He leaned a little back from me and huffed, “Turn around.”
And I did just that.
Turning my back to Harry, I leaned over onto my hands and knees and Harry closed in behind me. He bent down over me to give my back a few kisses, and then I felt him poking at me. Farther from my mind than I was sure it really was, I heard him opening a condom wrapper, and his hands brushed against me as he slid it on. He set his tip just inside me then and braced his hands on my hips as he pushed in at a teasing pace. Inch by slow inch, he got deeper and deeper until he was seated inside. I expected his slow pace to continue, but almost immediately, he started to move in and out of me at an ever-quicker pace.
My mind went blank as I was struck repeatedly by Harry inside me. His hands burned across my hips and he slammed over and over against my sweet spot inside, dragging me closer to the edge once again. With a force that lit me on fire, he slammed a hand on the small of my back and forced my torso down against the bed, so I was flat apart from my ass in the air. He brought himself up onto the bed on his knees and repositioned until he was sawing directly down into me, I let out a scream as an orgasm snapped across me before I even felt it coming. My eyes watered and my hips were throwing back of their own accord to meet Harry’s movements.
“Ah, don’t do that,” he commanded. “I’m trying to last back here.”
“I’m sorry,” I whined. “It feels too good.”
Harry engorged inside me even more then, and his thrusts started to partner alongside animalistic grunts. His noises of pleasure made me lightheaded, and if I was moaning, I couldn’t hear it over the sound of him.
“Fuck,” he hissed, “I’m—”
He groaned and slammed as deep in me as he could go and then let out a series of loud, final growls as he finished, stuttering against me.
When he was done, he collapsed on top of me, still resting inside. “Shit,” he grunted. “I didn’t want that to be over that fast.”
I let out a dark chuckle. “Oh, don’t you worry. You and I are just getting started.”
Chapter Nineteen
Celia
The bliss I’d found myself in was borderline unfair. My bed felt like a million soft, fluffy clouds wrapping around me, mixed with the warmth of Harry’s arms wrapped around me. My entire body felt like jelly after the night we’d had, and he was still snoozing quietly in my ear. I could have laid there for two more hours or ten and been perfectly happy. I didn’t really plan anything for Sunday, but I knew I wanted Harry to be a part of it. Being around him eliminated stress from my life and just made me feel like I could be myself. It was rare for me and I loved it.
My bladder had plans other than me staying in bed, however, so as much as I hated it, I unwrapped myself from Harry and climbed out of bed. He grunted as I left his arms, but then quickly settled back into a slumber. I lifted my phone and took a sneaky picture of him asleep. It was too cute, and I couldn’t resist.
After that, I walked out into the living room and across to the hallway where the bathroom was. I went in to use it and chuckled at the image I caught of myself in the mirror, there were a few places along my chest where Harry had gotten a little possessive, but seeing the darkened spots made me happy, even if it meant I’d have to wear some higher-collar shirts to work for a few days.
As I came out of the bathroom, I heard some movement in the living room and I walked out with my stomach twisting excitedly to see Harry, but it was just Laura sitting at the dining room table dressed for work.
“Oh,” I said flatly, and she fell out laughing.
“Oh? You brat! Don’t sound so disappointed to see your amazing best friend who alley-ooped you a great night,” she snipped.
I walked over and leaned down over her to hug her. “You’re right, you did, and I’m so grateful to you.”
“Boots by the door,” Laura said, “so he’s still here?”
“He’s sleeping. When do you have to leave?”
“Another hour.”
