RUN AWAY || H.S

𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 𝟎𝟐*

Harry's POV.

I rolled out of bed as the shrill alarm sounded on the nightstand right next to my ear. I already pushed the snooze button once but the alarm's incessant beeping finally spurred me to action. After silencing that damnable appliance I stumbled to my bedroom door in a barely lucid state. My foot kicked one of my daughter's toy trucks across the room but I barely even registered the pain as it stubbed my toe.

My grogginess dissipated though when I smelled the scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting from the kitchen. That was very nice of my wife to make coffee this early, though I knew she needed it more than I did. I followed the sound of my wife's stand mixer echoing from down the hallway to the kitchen. Its mechanical whirring made a quiet purring noise to go along with my wife's barely audible humming.

I walked into the kitchen in my zombie-like state and saw my wife standing at the kitchen counter. She had already been awake for hours, trying to get herself ready and take care of some work before she left for her job. She had been working so hard lately, staying awake until late into the night and then getting up early to ensure she stayed caught up with the demands of her new deal. I had hardly gotten to spend any time with her the last few weeks.

She busied herself this morning by baking a cake for her coworker's birthday. She spooned the batter from the stand mixer into a bundt mold sitting on the counter. I have thought her how to bake years ago which she learned pretty quickly compared to the last time I tried.

She had showered already and stood in the kitchen clad only in her red bathrobe. She curled her hair every day, and her long dark hair had been twisted tightly by the red curlers she wore strewn about her hair. I was clad simply in my pajamas, a plain white t-shirt with gray cotton gym shorts. While I got up just in time to shower and change before the kids awoke, she rose at 4 am to ensure that everything was ready and in perfect order before the day began. I never understood how she did it every day.

She is incredible.

She looked back at me as she heard me walk in and gave me a beautiful smile. "Good morning, sleeping beauty"

I yawned and replied, "Good morning, baby bug." I gazed up and down her body as she stirred the batter evenly inside the cake mold to prepare it for baking. I noticed her bare feet touching the floor, with a single toe-tapping in place. It was a tic she only displayed whenever she felt nervous or impatient. The back of her bare legs below her knees was visible under the hem of her robe.

"You look gorgeous," I told her.

She barked a laugh and replied unbelievingly, "I doubt that. My hair is still in curlers, I haven't put any makeup on yet, and I'm just in my robe. Not exactly the model look for Vanity Fair."

"You have no idea how attractive you are right now," I said honestly. She looked radiant with a contented smile upon her face. If only she knew the nasty things I would do to her if she would allow me to. I walked over to her and stood behind her with the front of my shorts pressed against her back of her robe.

I grasped her by the hips before sneaking my hands underneath her robe to feel her bare legs. My hands took ahold of the bare skin of her wide hips, shapely thighs, and meaty buttocks. My fingers ran up and down her skin and I squeezed the fleshiest parts of her in my palms. Blood rushed to my cock to harden my member while I felt her. She had to be able to feel the stiffness forming against her backside.

I groaned as she pushed her plump bottom back against my cock, telling me silently that she desired satisfaction. I lowered myself to my knees and sat beneath her glorious form. I desired nothing more than to kneel and worship her heavenly pussy. She never even looked back as I lifted the hem of her robe up to her waist. She kept right on preparing her cake as if nothing I did was of any consequence.