no strings // h.s a.u

3. no phone

I have never been more turned on than I am when Harry breathlessly says "fuck" in my ear. His warm breath hits my neck, sending goosebumps down my arm as he grinds his hips into mine. Digging my nails into his bare skin, he hoists my leg over his hip so he can find the angle he knows hits me just right.

I have also never been more thankful to have found someone to get so intimate with that knows how to please someone as well as Harry does. We haven't exactly had the conversation about prior experience yet, but whatever the case may be, I owe everything to all those before me who have shown him all the right moves—especially when it comes to listening to the other person and not being selfish about it.

At this point, I've already come twice. I might even be able to go for a third round, but with the way Harry's thrusts become sloppier and his mouth hovers over my skin rather than kissing it, I know he isn't far off himself and I will be soon off on my merry way with a post sex glow Josie will definitely question once again. My sister is a whole lot smarter than I give her credit for, but I keep brushing it off as nothing just in case I jinx this good thing I have going for me.

Just as I think Harry hasn't got anything left in him, he slips his hand between us and begins to rub circles on my clit once more. Son of a bitch is trying for the perfect three. He manages this, of course, because that's just the kind of person he is—selfless, obviously, but also quite competitive, even if it's just with himself—and sweat coats his forehead as much as it coats mine. I am well and truly knackered after three brilliant orgasms, and it seems Harry feels the same way as we both flop back on our pillows respectively and catch our breath.

"Is it just me..." Harry begins, lolling his head to the side as he puffs a few times. "Or are we getting better and better?"

I laugh, then roll onto my side. "Definitely not just you," I say, figuring now was as better time as any for an ego boost. "Didn't think the third one was gonna happen."

"You and me both," he says with a laugh. "Bloody well almost came the second you bit into my shoulder, but aren't you glad I pulled through?"

The absolute cheek on this one, I swear.

"Always," I reply, then slide off the bed and carefully maneuver my way to the bathroom with my clothes to clean myself up and go to the toilet. I have a feeling a UTI is the last thing I need right now; it wouldn't be the first time I had one, but it would sure put a real damper on my incredible sex life.

I slide my pants and leggings back on first, ignoring my own reflection in the mirror—it's not as if I don't like what I see, because I really do, but there's just something about what Harry and I just did that feels like utter filth and I'm not sure I can even look myself in my own eyes. However, I finally brave it once I've pulled my shirt back on, deciding a quick check of what's left of my makeup is needed. And it's a good idea I decided to check because: Holy crap. I know I've been well and truly sexed up tonight, but both my birdsnest hair and raccoon eyes are further proof of this. I quickly run my fingers through my hair and wince at the few knots I try and pull out, then stare back at my face again for a few perplexing seconds before shaking any potential negative thoughts away. Splashing water on my face does the trick mostly, but so does a quick swipe under my eyes. I definitely look like a major downgrade compared to when I first walked through Harry's front door, but in other ways I look like a total upgrade—a total sexed up upgrade. I genuinely look like I've been rolling around bed sheets; I only pray Josie doesn't notice that when I go home.

After I finish cleaning myself up and ensure I look semi-presentable, I leave the bathroom and make my way back to Harry's bedroom. I know at this point I should finish getting dressed and get my things in order, including ordering an Uber, but something Deva said to me the other day has been lingering at the back of my mind. Of course I had to end up telling someone about the little arrangement between Harry and I, and Deva being my closest friend other than Gemma was the only person I felt comfortable enough talking about it with. I mean, it's not as if I am about to announce to Gemma that her brother knows exactly how to make a woman orgasm and the way he purses his lips as he's about to come.