The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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****Content warning: some irresponsible seggsy time stuff, and also some seggsy time stuff that not everybody is into.****

Harry's POV:

I reached up to pet my hands through Bee's long waves again, but this time I reached around and slid her blazer off her body. I folded it once and placed it on the high-seated chair that was just beside us at the vanity.

I brought my attention back to Bee through the reflection, placing my hands on the counter on either side of her hips and pressing my lips to her ear. I inhaled her scent that was already so familiar to me.

I stared at her face as I noted her shallow breaths, her cheeks flushed pink and her green eyes sparkling at me under the bright lights of the vanity. I noticed more freckles across her nose that I hadn't seen before.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered before kissing her ear, where my lips were resting.

She shuddered and I noticed her move one hand to clasp over the other in front of her on the counter, which told me they were shaking and she was nervous.

I reached for her hands one at a time and brought them to rest under mine on either side of her. As soon as I rested my hands on hers I felt their subtle trembling.

I breathed against her ear before focusing on her neck, placing soft kisses on her as I dragged my lips down to her collarbone.

"I actually quite like when you're nervous," I murmured, then stopped my kisses to meet her eyes in the mirror again with my chin resting on her shoulder, "just as long as you tell me if it ever becomes a bad sort of nervous, yeah?"

She nodded and I heard her swallow before taking a shaky breath in and speaking, "I like feeling nervous sometimes."

I smiled softly at her. "Submissive little thing, aren't you?"

She brought her lips to one side before letting them curve upward, showing me the faintest dimple lines indenting her cheeks. Her ass rubbed against my dick again and she leaned the side of her face next to mine as she kept eye contact through the mirror. "You can do anything you want, Harry." She turned her head to face me and whispered in my ear, "Anything."

My skin prickled at the feeling of her breath on me and my cock twitched at those words that were all too familiar to me. I removed one of my hands from hers to grab her chin and make her face the mirror again. I brought my mouth back to her ear. "You really are a groupie, aren't you." I nipped at her earlobe and brought my hand on her chin down to rest on her throat.

I gave her throat a light squeeze and met her eyes in the mirror again. Her expression had gone to one of pure lust and I could practically taste how bad she wanted me. I bet she's already wet.

I released her throat and dragged my hand down her chest and stomach until I was met with a thin cotton fabric. My other hand stayed firmly on top of hers and her free hand was clutching the vanity counter.

"Keep your hand there," I directed as my hand slid carelessly into her panties, my three fingers immediately sliding down to her wet slit.

I felt her body tense against mine as I explored her wetness before landing my fingers on her clit. I pressed down onto it and saw her knuckles on the counter had gone white.

I smirked against her, our heads still side by side and our eyes burning into each other's reflection. "Fuck, I don't even have to try, do I?" I muttered arrogantly as my fingers started rubbing small circles on her. Her eyes drooped but stayed on mine. "Tell me why you're so wet, Bee. I'm curious."