Trust [h.s.]

XVIII

I needed him. I needed him more than I had ever needed anyone. I needed his hands on me, skin touching skin in long and lingering holds. I needed his breath on me, hot air puffing out from beyond swollen pink lips. I needed his mouth on mine, sinful actions taking place with those sinful, sinful lips. I needed him in every sense of the word.

I was blinded by him, he was all I saw. His eyes, his lips, his hands, his body, Harry, Harry, Harry. He was like a drug to me; high when with him, then come crashing down when he was away. He was my heroin, and I was an addict and when together, the two of us ignited in flames that only burned out when we were apart.

My internal soliloquy was interrupted by Harry's lips catching my ear, then sloppily making their way down my neck. His breath hit my clammy skin and was then absorbed into my porcelain pores. A gentle moan made its way up from the base of my throat as Harry's tongue hit my skin, sucking and biting and nipping at the exposed flesh.

"I need you." Harry growled into the base of my neck, the sound rumbling from deep within his chest, then vibrating from his lips.

"Then take me," I breathed. "I'm yours."

Harry's gaze caught mine momentarily, vibrant green radiantly beaming down onto my hazel eyes. The intensity of his stare caused my stomach to flip, my breathing to accelerate. He was beautiful.

Gently, his fingers wrapped around the bottoms of my thighs, lifting me from my position on the counter top, and guiding me to wrap my legs around his waist. My hands were placed at the base of his neck, fingers dancing through the voluminous chocolate curls that bounced vivaciously below his ears. As Harry began to carry me up the stairs, he released an encouraging groan, indicating my fingers through his hair were happily accepted.

Harry used my back to push the door to my bedroom open, then gently laid me down onto my mattress. His body hovered over mine, plump lips finding my own once more as his hands roamed freely throughout my body.

"Harry," I groaned, sitting up slightly, then tugging at the hem of my shirt. Once Harry understood my motives, he aided me in my actions, peeling the shirt from my body then throwing it to the floor. Harry did the same to his own t-shirt, pulling at it from the base of his neck, then shrugging it over his head. It floated to the floor beside my discarded clothing, creating a small pile.

Though our bodies were unbelievably close, I needed to feel his skin on my own, so I reached behind my back and unhooked my bra. Harry's large fingers rested at my shoulders, slowly pulling the straps down my arms, making my skin tingle. His lips found my neck again, peppering kisses down my body until they landed on my chest. Another moan poured from my lips as Harry's tongue lapped my breasts, the swirling motion causing my eyes to screw shut and my head to be thrown back in pleasure.

With his free hand, Harry slid his long digits down the front of my pants, teasing me with their incredible length. Heavy breaths puffed infrequently from beyond my parted lips, choppy bursts of air tumbling haphazardly from my lungs as my brain attempted to process all that was happening.

"Harry," I breathed as his fingers pumped into me, the slow and sensual action driving me wild.

His speed increased, the pumping motion accelerating my breathing and my heart rate. A familiar pressure built within my chest, the anticipation of what was to come nearly ripping the air from my lungs.

"Harry," I moaned again, louder this time. It was a plea of release, a need for more.

Harry understood, applying pressure where I needed it most. It wasn't long before my vision blurred and my legs trembled, Harry's name falling mercilessly from my parted lips. Harry's mouth gently found my neck again, applying soft kisses to the area as he waited patiently for me to come down from my high.