birds // hs

9. Early Morning Decisions *

Harry was still fast asleep when I woke up the next morning but I was feeling needy and h.orny so I shook him gently to wake him up. Receiving no response, I huffed and climbed on top of him, my knees on either side of his toned stomach. But before I did anything else, I took the opportunity to just look at him.

His head was turned to the side and his curls were splayed out around him like a halo, his eyes tightly closed and his jaw tensed to reveal how sharp it really was. His dark tattoos became the next object of my attention as I ran my fingers across them, all the way down his arms and ending just above his boxers.

He began to stir slightly so I quickly shifted my panties to the side and eased his boxers down his thighs, careful not to wake him while I sneakily kissed his chest.

"Harry," I said softly as I wrapped my hand around his semi-hard length. Immediately it began to harden under my touch and I found myself smiling as his hips bucked towards my hand. Even in his sleep, Harry knew the pleasure I could give him.

As soon as I stopped he let out a frustrated groan and bucked his hips again, his body searching for me while I kissed his toned torso and smirked to myself.

I moved up and straddled him again, still holding his rock hard d.ick in my hand before I positioned him at my entrance and slowly slid down. I sighed in satisfaction and Harry's eyes shot open, his eyebrows furrowing so much I thought he might have permanent wrinkles or something. His hands gripped my hips tightly while I continued grinding on him, my movements slow and sloppy since I was still half asleep.

"Rach," he said thickly, his voice hoarse with sleep and lust. "Jesus Christ, keep doing that."

I leaned down and intertwined our hands, placing them over his head so he couldn't move them much as I circled my hips around. "Good morning," I laughed as I nibbled on his ear lobe.

I was beginning to think he was letting me have control when I felt his hands slip out of mine and slide down my body, his thumb circling around my clit as I threw my head back.

"Oh my god," I moaned softly, placing my hand on top of his to encourage him to continue. "That feels so good, daddy."

"I love making you feel good, baby," he hummed as he sat up and wrapped his arms tightly around my torso. The silky material of my nightdress clung to his muscular arms and created an odd contrast between the smooth, cream-colored material and his rough, tattoo covered skin.

"Harry, I'm close," I whimpered, leaning down to kiss him again. His lips curled perfectly around mine and his teeth tugged gently until I whined and tried to pull away.

But he spanked me and I yelped, my hips jerking on his and pushing me straight over the edge with a loud scream of his name. With a few more hard thrusts, Harry came undone and I rolled off him, satisfied and now fully awake.

Apparently he had other ideas. Without another word or even so much as a thank you, he turned on his side and fell back into his previous state of slumber. For some reason, I didn't mind. Yes, it still bothered me and yes, I would have rather him showered me with kisses and sweet words but at this point I had accepted a simple fact: that Harry Styles and I, through no fault of our own, would never be able to be more than what just happened between us.

It wasn't a good girl, bad boy type of situation. In fact, I wish it were that simple. No, it was more of a mindset issue. I didn't want a goopy, sappy relationship with anyone right now, let alone Harry, but I had always grown up being told that I deserved respect. Harry didn't give respect to girls like me- girls he used as a plaything whenever he wanted.

Pondering finished, I slid on some underwear and grabbed a long cardigan so I could go walk on the beach. I didn't even leave a note.

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