Cover Your Tracks [HS][2014 VERSION]

73. Ride

"Lay on your back, you like it right there. Don't have to say it twice; love, there's nothing here to fear . . ."

"Fuck, I didn't think this through."

Harry chuckles at my revelation, head dipping down between my legs. His arms wrap around the bottoms of my thighs, hands linking together along my abdomen, preventing movement. Despite my restraints, I'd tossed and turned restlessly along the mattress as his mouth gradually made its way up my legs. It'd been a slow, torturous affair, starting at my ankles and slowly building up towards my core that so badly ached for him. Only now had he reached my inner thighs. In an effort to tease me further, green eyes peer up at me through dark eyelashes before continuing their lustful descent.

The grin sent my way is absolutely mesmerizing, an indication of just how much pleasure he's deriving from having me so vulnerable and helpless beneath him. I can still envision the sinful smirk that'd forced its way onto his lips upon the discovery of the handcuffs in the bedside drawer. They'd been forgotten after a trip to the locksmith, only to resurface weeks later. Now, they link my arms to the headboard of the bed. Harry's tan bandana cushions the harsh metal, protecting my wrists from being split open like they had in our running away.

"I'm afraid it's too late for that."

The words act as fuel to my fire, igniting the burning ache in my core. Every syllable, every breath fans out along my heated center in cool waves and I shudder at the contrast. Nearly fall apart as the ends of his curls mark their way up the inner part of my thighs. They're both a promise and a warning, something to picture with my eyes closed as he prepares to delve into where I want him most in this moment. And he does—tongue licking a bold line along my folds.

My hands search for hair to plant themselves in but have to settle on bed sheets instead. Upon reaching the top of the line he'd so skillfully drawn against me, his mouth puckers around my clit, sucking at the sensitive bundle of nerves until my legs are shaking. Soon, the pleasurable assault becomes too much to bear and my thighs betray me by clamping around his head. Spreading my legs apart with the expanse of his warm palms perched on my knees, Harry doesn't seem to mind.

"Now, will I have to tie your legs down as well, or can you be a good girl for me?"

His voice, laced with lust and weighed down heavily with arousal, sends shivers running up and down my spine like the adrenaline that rushes so prominently through my veins. My heart beats so forcefully in my chest that the pressure reaches my ears. I'm sure it can even be felt as my blood pumps, white-hot, straight down to my core, eliciting a wet heat to spread that provides such an easy glide of his tongue along my folds.

"You're asking too much of me," I strain, chest heaving as I crane my neck to look at him. There's little mercy to be found in the crooked smirk that disappears between my thighs seconds later. Head dipped down, I'm left to stare at the mop of curls that my hands desire so horribly to be tangled in. The strands brush along the sensitive skin failed to be explored by any other, the softness of the curly tendrils a grand contrast to the rough texture of his tongue.

I miss the feeling of them both as Harry pulls away completely. Hands taking hold of my ankles, he yanks my body down the bed, positioning me where I'd started. In the heat of the moment, I'd somehow managed to worm my way up towards the headboard, leaving him to crawl after me. Now, with my body taut between the restraints around my wrists and his hands around my ankles, he appears to have grown impatient with the chase.

"I think it's the other way around, sweetheart." Positioning himself on all fours so as to support the weight of his body around mine, I soon understand just what he means. My neck strains to see the ache he sports for me. Knees spread wide along the mattress to provide leverage to lower his torso at any given moment, his length is in clear sight of any wondering eyes. And mine do, taking in the erotic image of his swollen head as it swells towards his abdomen, the curve of it barely missing the mattress. "You don't know how many men would kill to have someone all to themselves like I do you."