West 76th Street - H.S

Chapter 9.

A/N: This chapter is literally almost 11K words and probably the longest fanfic chapter I've ever written. I won't apologize either because I really like this chapter!!!!!!

Enjoy besties!

CADENCE:

    Spending the night with Harry is a dangerously easy game. One I'm obviously getting far too good at. He's made it easy and I know he's done it on purpose. Him stocking the bathroom for me, and feeding me, giving me sex, and an endless amount of his clothes to wear. I miss my clothes of course, that's definitely a downside to being here is the fact that I don't have any. But I do enjoy the time I've spent here. I also enjoy this, the waking up together, and the way he looks in the morning. The way his hair is a mess but it's just as soft, and the way his eyes are cloudy but still pretty when they open and look at me.

    "Are you staring at me?" He asks.

    "Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?" I ask him.

    "Why would you be?" He asks, and I roll my eyes.

    "Because you're gorgeous." I speak out.

    "Even in the morning?" He asks, and I narrow my eyes at him.

    "Yes even in the morning, and I know you're aware of how you look, so don't play naive around me, it's not going to get you anywhere." I tell him, and his hands wrap around my bare waist, sending electric shocks through my entire body. He pulls me to him, and instead of laying I hook my leg around him, sitting myself up so I'm straddling him as he lays underneath me. He wears loose boxers and no shirt. Despite the array of tattoos on his chest, and arms I can still see the definition of his muscles underneath them. The way his muscles contract makes the artwork move with him, and he stretches his arm up, placing it behind his head. He's got a full smile on his face, his pearly teeth showing, and he has his other hand resting on my thigh as I sit on him.

    "I like these." He pulls on the hem of the loose fitting pair of boxers he's basically given me, and I cross my arms over my chest that's covered only by a loose sweater that's falling off of my shoulders. Also courtesy of him.

    "Of course you like them, they're yours." I joke, and he tugs on them a little more, pulling them down my stomach.

    "I like them better on you.. Or maybe I don't, maybe I like them better off of you." He smirks, and I squeal with laughter as he pushes me off of him lazily, and moves over me. I catch his lazy grin right before he's buried in my neck, pressing exquisite kisses down my neck leaving a trail behind him. He carefully nips the sensitive skin, and I let him, but laugh as his breath tickles my skin.

    "It's like 9 in the morning." I laugh, and he answers with more wet kisses down the center of my chest, and now my stomach.

    "That means it's time for breakfast right?" He asks me, and I watch as he draws his tongue down my stomach. His fingers hook around the waistband of the boxers I wear, and pull quickly, revealing me to him. We're bathed in sunlight, and his messy hair and soft skin look absolutely wonderful as be buries them between my thighs. My back arches the moment his lips meet my most sensitive area, and all he does is place a kiss there before moving back. I think this is another reason I'm becoming too accustomed to these sleepovers. I think being greeted with an orgasm every morning might be my new favorite thing.

    "I asked you a question.." He speaks against my center, and his breath is cool as it fans over my heat.

    "Yes, whatever you say." I breathe out, and I hear a soft chuckle, and I feel it too.

    "That's what I like to hear." He speaks before sliding one, then two of his digits up my center, and then into my entrance. I can't help but moan, and it only intensifies the moment his tongue eases its way up my folds until it's pressed flat against my bundle of nerves. My body ignites as he works his fingers, and his tongue all at once, and I can't fathom how he became this good with his tongue but I don't want to think about it because dear god I'll be far too jealous. I grip the sheets, and he grips my thighs, his nails digging into my sensitive skin creating a pleasurable pain as he works me.