The Way I Feel Inside | h.s.

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*Irresponsible seggsy time*

Bee's POV:

He didn't have to tell me twice - I was happy to shut the hell up.

I made a zipping motion over my lips before pretending to lock it with an imaginary key, then he held his hand out palm-up for me to 'give' it to him. I smiled and placed the imaginary key in his hand, and he almost immediately threw his hand behind him, throwing it away and making me giggle.

He gave me that dreamy look again, waking up the butterflies in my tummy and bringing more heat to my cheeks.

He dragged his gaze and his hands down my body before reaching for my robe and pulling the soft belt out of its loops one by one. Then he dropped the robe to the floor and brought the belt up to my lips.

"Bite," he murmured.

I bit down on the white fabric and he popped his dimple at me. "Good girl," he whispered, smiling as my cheeks flushed and he reached his hands around to tie the belt around my head.

"I don't want to hear any noises from your mouth unless I say so," he reached down to his own robe and began undoing the belt on his as well.

As soon as his bronzed chest was exposed, I reached forward to touch him, but he grabbed my hands and shook his head. He held both my wrists with one hand as he pulled his belt out of the loops. Then he brought my hands behind my back and began to tie them together with the belt, all while maintaining eye contact. My heartbeat was suddenly hammering against my chest.

I could tell he wasn't tying a normal bow or knot. Whatever he was tying was intricate and purposeful, and he had done it enough times to not have to look at it while he did it.

He smirked up at me. "Nervous?"

I nodded.

He tilted his head. "Bad nervous?"

I shook my head.

"Good nervous," he stated with a grin and a bite to his lower lip. He brought his hands back to the tops of my thighs, rubbing them and looking in between them. I rubbed my wrists together behind me, feeling restless already.

Harry took his hands off my thighs, leaning back on the heels of his hands.

"Look at you, pretty Bee," he murmured, scanning my body from the bottom up until his eyes found mine again. He lifted one of his hands and brought it to my center, sliding all of his fingers across my wet slit. I inhaled sharply and tightened my thigh muscles in response to his cool touch. His fingers landed at the entrance and he wasted no time pushing one finger into me, all the way until I felt the cold of his ring.

Harry stayed relaxed back on the heel of his one hand, studying my face, and pushed a second finger into me. I tightened my muscles again and sucked in a sharp breath as I felt my eyes grow heavier.

Wordlessly, he started pushing those two fingers in and out of me at a slow pace. I watched his face as he brought his attention down to watch what he was doing, and I instinctively started grinding my hips to try to encourage him to move faster, needing more.

He smirked up at me when he noticed my movements, and my eyes closed when I felt a third finger push into me. I swallowed down a moan and kept moving my hips on him until I felt his warm breath closer to my neck and felt a hand on my hip. I opened my eyes to see him sat up again and still staring at my face.

He licked his lip when our eyes met as he continued moving my hip along with his motions inside of me. "You hear that, Bee?" he asked, as I noticed his cheeks start to flush pink, "I don't need to hear you beg," he swallowed, "'cause your body tells me exactly what you want."