Bewildered 🌸 (kja)

Smitten

Warning: this chapter is for eighteen years old and above only.

Harry wakes up to find his gorgeous girlfriend sleeping on his chest.

Such a baby...

Her warm breath touches his skin, and he hears her gentle snores. A deep chuckle escapes him. They had made love nonstop, so Liza must have fallen asleep utterly exhausted. Paulit-ulit itong naiidlip at nagigising dahil paulit-ulit niya itong inangkin—in different positions around their room. She fought it at first but eventually gave in.

They had lunch in bed, made out afterward, and then fell asleep. Now, lying naked under the white blanket, she feels comfortably warm. Harry loves how she makes him feel warm inside. Nang lingunin niya ang wall clock ay napagtanto niya na alas singko na ng hapon. Isang pilyong ngiti ang gumuhit sa mga labi ni Harry.

"Dessert before dinner sounds perfect."

Harry was referring to Liza as his favorite indulgence, finding her more tantalizing than any sweet treat. With that thought, he smiled and began to shower her with passionate kisses, his hands eagerly exploring every contour, curve, and slope of her naked body.

"Mmm..." Liza murmured, sounding so sleepy she even yawned. "Harry, aren't you tired?" Her drowsy voice was incredibly seductive. "I'm sleepy..."

Harry grinned and shook his head. "Not at all, my love," he said, flipping her beneath him. "I think I'd like another taste."

Liza rubbed the sleep from her eyes, shocked to see Harry naked and fully aroused, his manhood pulsating and eager. He looked so irresistibly handsome that words failed her—and his size was awe-inspiring. She wondered how he could fit inside her, given his impressive bulk. Yet, every touch felt perfectly natural, as though he was made just for her.

She gasped, "You irresistible devil..." Harry's laughter was warm and inviting as their lips locked in a passionate, urgent kiss.

Before Liza could even process what was happening, Harry had her pressed against the white mattress, his body driving into hers with a wild, urgent force. Her moans of pleasure were almost animalistic as she gasped, "Harry... oh, more!"

Without missing a beat, Harry flipped her over, lifting her hips and driving into her from behind. Liza's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, and she cried out, "Yes! Oh, God, yes!" Her fingers clawed at the sheets, her body arching and trembling with each powerful thrust.

Harry's breathing was ragged, his muscles straining as he grunted, "You feel so good, Liza." His hands roamed over her body, gripping her hips and pulling her against him with a force that left them both breathless.

The room was filled with the sounds of their intense lovemaking—moans, gasps, and the rhythmic slap of skin against skin. Liza's voice grew louder, her need evident as she shouted, "I want more! Don't stop!" Her pleasure seemed endless, each touch igniting new waves of fervor.

Harry responded with an equally primal growl, flipping her back onto her back and driving into her with renewed intensity. Their movements were frantic, a wild dance of desire as they reached their peaks in a climactic, thunderous crescendo.

Afterward, their bodies were slick with sweat and their breathing heavy, they lay tangled together, trying to catch their breath. "That was unbelievable," Liza panted, her voice still quivering with residual pleasure.

Harry, equally breathless, kissed her deeply. "Absolutely incredible," he murmured. With their ardor still simmering, they eventually decided to head downstairs for dinner, their bodies still humming with the raw energy of their earlier passion.