Wistful Paradise / H.S. [COMPLETE]

Thirty-Four

Warning: sexual content in the first part of the story 

Florence

The sun blinded me when I opened my eyes. Harry's arm kept me from moving. I didn't mind when I had such a beautiful soul to admire.

The sun made his normally tan skin looking even better. His curls were matted to the side as the smallest bit of drool left his lips.

My left arm reached behind me, looking for my telephone on the bedside table. It was still early, too early but I was wide awake and fully rested for some unknown reason.

Suddenly, Harry pulled me a little closer. He closed his mouth and instead gave me a lazy smile. "Why are you awake? It's like five in the morning or something," I whispered quietly as I watched his eyes slowly fluttering open.

"I could ask you the same thing," He murmured, nestling his head in my neck. His chapped lips pressed against my neck, a smacking noise was heard in the house that was still so eerily quiet.

Harry's groin was pressed against me and I felt his hard member against my body. I trailed my hand through his curls before caressing his cheeks and going down slowly.

My hand made its way down and I saw the way Harry's eyebrows raised in surprise. The sleepy eyes were replaced and filled with lust.

I palmed him through his underwear, pressing a soft kiss against his chest. A heavy, shaky breath left from his lips as he smiled up at me. "I don't think it's safe to work me up here at your grandparents' place."

"It has never stopped us before," I told him with confidence. My hand played with the waistband of his underwear. He felt visibly strained and once I freed him from the barriers of his own underwear, he sighed in pleasure.

"I know but it's been a long time. I don't know if I'll be able to hold back," He breathed out, not able to resist the feeling as I took care of him.

I ignored what he said completely, instead I moved down, leaving a trail of wet kisses behind. I looked back up at him to see his glossy cheeks and watery eyes looking straight at me.

He looked so dishevelled but so himself at the same time and he looked so beautiful.

I sat down on his thighs, my nails slightly grazing over his chest. His hands reached forward, his fingers running along my thighs. 

I pulled down his underwear completely, throwing it to the side. His rockhard member was now between us. 

I played with the buttons of my satin pyjama shirt, moving my hips slightly up. I opened one of the top buttons but his hands covered mine, stopping my movements. 

Instead, he pulled our chests closer. He was now sitting up straight and lightly touching our lips over each other. The smallest touch sent butterflies all through my body. 

But I needed more.

I locked our lips together, my hands making their way into his curls. I softly pulled on them, a soft gasp leaving his lips.

His fingers expertly opened up the buttons of my shirt while we were kissing. He pulled away once the buttons had opened. His hand touched my shoulders, pushing the soft green fabric away while his hungry eyes explored my body.

His fingertips kept dancing around on my skin, his head thrown back against the headboard as he looked over at me. 

He moved his fingertips under the waistband of my pants. "Lift up," He mumbled against my neck and quietly patted my bum.

Once my pants and underwear were discarded, he didn't waste time pulling our chests together again. He looked straight into my eyes, his hand resting on my cheek. "I love you," He told me so sincerely and I smiled, pulling us even closer if that was possible.