𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐖𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐞⁽ʰᵃʳʳʸᵖᵒᵗᵗᵉʳ ˣ ᵒᶜ⁾

- 18* -

Harry Potter pulled off her underwear and dropped it beside him. Using the tips of his fingers, he ran his fingers between her folds and sucked off any left over cream on her body. "Mhm, so wet." He hummed against her body.

"Mhm, please, Harry - mhmm -" She moaned out. Her body was getting sexually frustrated and she began to whine, much to his displeasure.

"Quiet yourself, darling. We don't need the hotel to know the things we do in private, now do we?" He pushed a finger inside of her and smirked at her open mouth.

"Harry, I can't-I can't, can you just -" She was silenced by something being shoved into her mouth.

"I told you to be quiet, and you didn't listen. Now, you'll be forced to keep your underwear in that pretty mouth for the rest of the night."

Ashlynn said not more and held in all sounds that wanted to escape her throat. Her fingers moved in the same movement as Harry's hands in a rhythmic pattern, causing Harry to push her hips down with his free arm.

"Keep still."

Ashlynn didn't listen to his command and fought against his arm, even when he pushed her hips down harder it began to hurt. But, the pain was soon turned into pleasure.

"You just don't know how to listen tonight, do you?" Ashlynn shook her head frantically. Sweat started dripping down her forehead as the room grew increasingly hot. "Fine, don't scream when it gets to much then."

Grabbing the spoon from the whip cream bowl, he scooped up a large dollop and shoved it into his mouth. He cleaned the edges of his lips before diving into her core. The sweetness from both her and the condiment were better together. It was like a drug that you didn't now could get better over time.

Ashlynn moaned against the sensation, from the coolness of the cream to the warmth of his tongue. They were opposites, but worked so well together. Together, they were more powerful, more ruthless. Her eyes rolled back from the feeling as her body savored the moment.

Harry could feel her legs shake from beside him. He tucked his arms underneath her thighs, not throwing them over her shoulder, but just for them to rest on his bicep, and brought his hands to rest on her breast. His thumbs subconsciously rubbed over her nipples, feeling her shiver beneath him.

The unforgettable knot was building in her stomach, just like past times, and was building up quickly. She hummed against her underwear to try and get a reaction out of Harry. Sadly, she got none.

Harry heard her. he completely understood that she was nearing her end, but that only encouraged him to work faster. His tongue moved against her in a rapid, one of his hands dropped from her breast and rubbed over her clit softly, careful to not hurt her, and increased the pleasure slightly.

Ashlynn was trying to hold in her screams, small squeals and squeaks escaping. It all felt too much, but it felt too good to end. When the feeling overcame her, she couldn't help but scream. Her body went completely numb to the bone, laying limply on the bed.

Her wrist were sore from being tied up, her sweat was matting her hair into oil, her eyes were growing heavy from exhaustion, her legs shaking from being overstimulated, and her chest was heaving up and down.

Momentarily, she closed her eyes, thinking they were done. The weight of the belt around her wrist dropped and before they could hit the bed, Harry grabbed them gently into his hands and kissed them both. "Love, are you okay? Was I too hard?"

"No, bubs, you were just fine." She hummed wrapping her hand around his cheek. Faintly, in the light, she could see him smile.

"Good, because we aren't done yet."