Thou Shall Not Fall

Chapter 5

As his mouth opens under mine, I feel like I’m going to sink into him and drown. He’s everywhere, filling my field of vision until my eyes drift closed. His arms are heavy around me, one hand twisted in my hair and cradling the back of my head, the other pressing in on the small of my back. I continue to tug at his shirt trying to get it to come off.

Somehow we stumble over to the couch and collapse onto it, shedding his jeans somewhere along the way. I give up on getting his t-shirt over his head when he gets one hand on my inner thigh, pushing my legs apart and settling himself between them. I arch my back to press up into the hand he’s sliding farther up my thigh, until he’s stroking me through the seam of my pants. The steady movement of his hand and his weight bearing down on me, starting to short-circuit my brain. 

He moves his mouth to my neck, then lower, his hands stretching the neckline of my tank top out of the way. His lips moving along my collarbone, the stubble on his chin rasping against me, before he leans back. He looks at me with eyes gone heavy-lidded and dark.

I scrape my teeth over his jaw and start inching his shirt up again. He smirks, and then takes his hands out from under my tank top and waistband, long enough to grab the back of his t-shirt and haul it up and over his head. 

I pull him in for another kiss, moving his large hands back to where they were. His skin cool, gliding over my breasts and hip; I shiver when it passes over my ribs.

“Condom,” I manage to gasp when he shoves my tank top up to my neck. I try to pull it off without untangling my fingers from his curly hair.

In a move I wish I had the presence of mind to process, because it’s pretty impressive, he snags his jeans off the floor without lifting his mouth from my skin and fumbles around in one of the pockets to fish out a familiar wrapper. He pulls away from me and holds it up, triumph blooming across his face.

“Just the one?” I breathe.

It looks like I’ve found the magic words. Suddenly Harry’s all hands and clenched jaw and straining biceps, lifting me off his lap long enough to unbutton my pants and shove them down my legs. I move back and kick them off, then step out of my small black panties, but before I can do anything else, he’s pushing his boxer briefs out of the way and pulling me back over him.

I scoop up the condom from where he’s dropped it on the couch next to him and tear open the packet. He takes it from me before I can unroll it, and makes quick work of what I’d planned to draw out until he begged.

“Been a while,” he says with a flash of teeth.

I exaggerate my pout and lift up onto my knees, steadying my hands on his shoulders. He grips my hips in both hands, tight enough to leave marks that might actually take a while to fade, as I lower myself onto him. I feel myself stretching to accommodate his size. I did not realize he was so large. My nails dig into his skin as I try to set a steady rhythm but my knees slip too much on the leather of the couch. And then it doesn’t really matter all that much to me. His thighs and arms tense under me and then he’s flipping us over, driving me down into the couch. I lift my long legs and wrap them around his waist. The heavy muscles in his back bunch and smooth out as he picks up the rhythm I tried to set, and speeds it up, just a little, just enough to make me forget even my own name.

I manage to drag my hands away from his back and his arms, and work a hand in between us. I brush it down his chest, scraping my nails against his ribs as I go. 

Can someone really have a torso this long??I think momentarily.

He swears under his breath and pushes himself up, arms trembling, when my knuckles press against his lower belly and my fingers dip lower.