“You should know not to doubt me by now, Angel.”
My hips move of their own volition, fucking myself on his hand as his lips skim my skin everywhere they can reach, his fingers denting the soft flesh of my breast with a punishing grip. He’s literally surrounding me, holding me close to his body, his spicy scent filling my nose, the taste of his kisses still fresh on my tongue as the sting of his teeth against my neck still lingers.
I feel safe in these arms, loved, wanted, adored. The crook of his fingers has him hitting a spot within me that even I’ve never found before, making my legs shake and quiver beneath my weight, but it’s okay because he holds me steady. Rubbing his erection against my buttocks, he breathes heavily in my ear, muttered curses and whispered praise adding to the physical pleasure he’s gifting me until I’m wound tighter than a rubber band. It snaps in a cacophony of pleasured moans and whimpers, my orgasm hitting every extremity until my whole body tingles with it.
“That’s it,” Harry rasps in my ear. “Such a pretty little thing when you come, give me more.”
I pant and sob as the aftershocks rack through my limbs and he draws every last ounce of pleasure from me.
“Good girl, Angel. Such a good fucking girl, coming for me.”
I’m done. I’m jelly. My brain has turned to tomato soup and my heartrate is off the chart. Harry shuts the water off and spins us so my back is to the tile, pressing into the cool ceramic and pushing his whole body against me. His lips crash down onto mine, tongue invading my mouth with raw hunger, and I can only open to let him in. My arms wrap around his neck, keeping him close as his cock nudges toward my entrance. When I reach down to guide him home, he grips my wrist, stopping me and smiling when I grumble my protest.
“I’m not fucking you against the wall. Not the first time, anyway.”
“I need you,” I whine, feeling so painfully empty without him filling me.
“Let me take you to bed, baby.”
I’m worried about walking with the way my legs tremble but, as though reading my mind, he grabs me at the back of my thighs and lifts, carrying me, sopping wet, to his bedroom.
The house is cold in the December frost and my skin pebbles at the sudden change in temperature. Once we’re in his room, Harry places me gently on my feet and unhooks a large fluffy towel from the back of the door, wrapping it around me and rubbing up and down my arms with vigour, bringing me warmth.
“What about you?” I ask as he stands, still stark naked.
“You’re keeping me warm just by being here,” he murmurs. When I raise a brow at him, I expect to see his cocky smile, proud of that line. But all I see is a sincerity that catches my breath in my throat. He blinks it away and flashes me his pearly whites. “But a little body heat wouldn’t be unappreciated.”
I smirk and open my arms, taking the towel with them, wrapping him up with me and kissing him fiercely as he takes me into his arms and walks us backwards until we both crash down on the bed. Harry lands on top of me, our lips never parting, our hands growing frantic as we grip and paw at each other.
“Harry,” I moan. “Fuck me, please.”
“Mmmm,” he groans against my mouth. “I love it when you beg me. Ask again.”
“Please Harry, please fuck me. I’m desperate for you.” The breathiness in my voice is only slightly put on.
“Fuck,” he curses. “Baby, you’re gonna kill me.” With sucking kisses, he moves down my body. Teeth pinching at my skin, tongue soothing the burn. Drawing one nipple into his mouth, he tugs on the other with his fingers. When he comes away to switch to the other side, the cool air hits the wetness he leaves behind making the flesh pebble.
I’m writhing and shaking beneath him, desperate for his cock, and I almost cry when I realise his intent. “Harry, please.”
“I need you nice and wet for me, Angel.”
“I am,” I insist.
“Not enough. You’re going to come on my tongue and when I’m satisfied that you’re good and ready for me, I’ll give you what your needy little cunt is begging for.” He takes my hips in both of his hands as he settles between my legs, wedging his shoulders under my thighs and effectively spreading my legs.
“Harry, you don’t need—”
My words are stolen by a gasp when he buries his face at my centre. His tongue dips into my opening, swivelling and lapping at my wetness, his nose pressed against my clit. “So pretty, so sweet,” he mumbles mostly to himself.
“Oh, god.” My back arches off the bed as he sucks my clit between his lips and rolls his tongue over the sensitive bud. Unbelievably, he’s coaxing another orgasm out of me withinjust a minute. I tug at his hair whilst grinding myself against his face and come with a long sigh, melting into the mattress.
Harry kisses up my body, following the trail he left on the way down, giving each of my nipples a cursory suck and kiss. When he captures my lips, I taste myself on his tongue, his sweet kisses tangy with the flavour of my arousal. Our bodies are flush together, his solid length sliding between my legs with ease thanks to the lubrication my orgasm provided. My legs fall open further so his hips can press more firmly to me and with a small punch of his pelvis, his tip nudges past my entrance.
I gasp and Harry moans, his head falling to my neck. He moves again like it’s an instinct he can’t switch off and pushes further into me, the stretch is almost too much but still not enough. I need him all the way in, I need to feel him move inside me, I need it all. I wrap my legs around him, urging him to bottom out but he stays halfway in.
“Fuck, Angel,” he grits out, pained. “I need to get a condom.”
“No!” I plead. “Don’t stop, please.” If he leaves me now, I may never recover.
