Honey Rain

Chapter Twenty-Five

Harry was already topless by the time we got to his room, his shirt and jacket tossed carelessly somewhere on the staircase along with my own.

As soon as we had shut the door, he pushed me up against it and kissed me deeply, taking his time to let his tongue slide against mine. Our lips moved slowly and languidly together, neither of us wanting to rush our second first time. I dragged my hands down the front of his bare chest and down his abdomen until I had every finger but my thumbs tucked into the front of his pants.

A throaty moan slipped out of his mouth, and he put one of his hands behind the back of my neck, keeping it there to have a better angle on me. My skin felt warm beneath his touch, even more so now that our bare chests were pressed up against each other.

Everything came so easily to us, as if no time had passed at all since we were together last.

Harry was careful not to touch my not yet fully-healed forearm, only ever brushing his fingertips lightly against the injuries almost as an acknowledgment of what we went through to get here.

He barely pulled away for just a moment, keeping his eyes closed as a small smirk showing teeth crossed his face. He licked his lips as if he was savoring the taste of them and then took his time leaning in to ghost his lips over mine. I took the opportunity to flick my tongue over his top lip, earning a pleasant giggle from him, before fitting my mouth back entirely to his.

Butterflies fluttered in my chest to an almost laughable extent as Harry's hands roamed across my chest. The touches were all gentle and tentative, and I knew that was for my benefit; he normally liked it rough. He rested his hands on my sides, sliding them up and down and dragging his thumbs across my ribcage for a long time, as if he was searching for something that was lost.

"Sorry," I quietly muttered against his mouth, hoping that he would just brush it off and keep kissing me, but he pulled away.

Harry took one hand off of my body in favor of brushing my fringe away from my forehead. "Why are you sorry, baby?"

I guided his hand back to my waist as if that was enough of an answer. He instead smiled and caressed my sides again, not finding anything wrong.

"I look different."

Without missing a beat, he leaned in and tipped my chin back with his nose in order to press gentle kisses up my neck, stopping once he got to my ear. "You look perfect. Even more beautiful than I remember."

He was too busy mouthing at my neck to see how much I was smiling. His hair tickled my skin when he turned his head to kiss my collarbone, and I could feel him smiling into my neck when I giggled.

My hands were still tucked into his trousers, and I was liking that a bit too much to take them away to guide his lips back to mine. I turned my head to the side and nudged him off of my neck, rejoining my lips to his, familiarizing myself with all those wonderful emotions that came along with kissing him.

I was almost painfully hard, my erection rubbing against Harry's leg with every movement, but I wasn't ready to stop kissing him like this. That changed when he ground his hips down into mine, giving me just a small taste of that intense pleasure that no one but Harry could ever replicate. I needily tugged at his waistband, unhappy with the amount of fabric between us.

He allowed me to undo the buttons of his jeans, more smoothly than I thought I would be able to, and he backed away for just a moment to step out of them. I licked my lips, tongue dripping with desire, and put my hands on his cheeks to kiss him deeply. He hungrily drove his tongue against mine while I did my best to undress myself, getting sidetracked with the delicious taste of his lips on mine.