As soon as Harry entered the room after having put Emily to sleep he was onto you, kissing you until you were out of breath and your lips burnt from desire and passion. The lust was floating in the air as Harry guided you onto the bed, laying you down softly, a complete contrast as to how hard and roughly he was kissing you at that exact same moment.
Now that Emily was 4 years old, she definitely had a better understanding of most things. So when you and Harry used to disappear off for a quickie rest assured you knew your little princess would be trailing behind, trying to find you two so she could get the much needed attention from her parents. She also got used to popping into your room during the night so she could get into bed with you and Harry, although it was the cutest thing ever. It did mean that, your sex life was to put it into simple words, suffering, and tension levels were high.
Once Harry was ontop of you he wasted no time in removing your robe and his clothes, wanting nothing more than to slide into you with ease and make you feel his thick length deep within you. He wanted to torture but love you and he was determined to do it all tonight as Emily just fell asleep and he knew she won't be up for another few hours, or so he thought.
His large calloused hands traveled down your body as he pulled away from the kiss and looked you dead in the eye once that hand made contact with your bundle of nerves. He flicked at your clit, seeing you jerk up at the pleasure and smirked, feeling cocky knowing he was the one to have you so smitten underneath him. He also took pride in knowing he was the only one that had this crazy effect on you.
"Please...Harry stop teasin-" you manage to get out before your eyes rolled back from the flick of his fingers against you, making you even wetter and ready to take him.
"Beg for it baby" he grunts, his left hand coming up to choke you and the coldness of the wedding ring resting on his finger had you losing your mind but also urged you on.
"Please Harry. F-fuck me, I need you" you cry out and he hums with a quick "ok baby" before his swollen lips come down to kiss your stinging ones hard. Your tongues fought for dominance but he won as expected and took control, making sure he explores your mouth.
Harry guides his hard cock, that was previously resting on your thigh, into you making you sigh softly as he's finally bottoming out. He gives you a few minutes to adjust to his size and then starts to thrust his thick length in and out of you as he tucks his head into the crook of your neck, kissing it lovingly but making sure not to leave any love bites as he knows Emily would question what it was and that's the last thing he wanted; having to explain to his innocent little girl what hickeys are.
Missionary was honestly one of yours and Harry's favourite position, it was passionate, intimate and made you feel close to one another. You didn't care if it was considered vanilla because sometimes vanilla was the way to go.
Harry shifts slightly making him hit the spongy spot inside of you that had you going crazy, you tense up making him feel your walls clenching down on his shaft.
"Fuck Harry. C-choke me" you mewl softly, completely lost in the pleasure Harry was already giving to you. He moves slightly before grunting as he felt you squeeze down on him once again then takes his hand, that was previously interlocked with yours, and places it on your throat. He applies some pressure and your eyes are rolling back and your hips are jerking upwards, meeting his thrusts making you both let out load moans, completely overwhelmed by the euphoric sensations you were feeling.
Just as Harry starts picking up his pace, practically fucking you into the mattress making your head loll to the side you hear something in the hallway and you knew it was Emily.
"Shit, Harry I think that's Emily" you speak fast making Harry still, he could now hear the footstep as come closer to the room and he groans, quickly pulling out of you and looks for his boxers, which were thankfully on the bed.
He pulls them on as he throws you his oversized shirt and you put it on and as in queue your daughter walks in, her hand still on the door handle as she looks at the messy bed and her mother's hair all over the place as her father was practically dripping in sweat.
"What you doing mama and papa?" She asks, quietly walking over.
You quickly try to think of an excuse but Harry interjects, coughing slightly "Um, princess we just finished exercising." He says, well technically he wasn't wrong, Emily doesn't question it as she tries getting onto the bed.
You open up your arms for her, moving her to the side of the bed that wasn't used during your previous actions and she fits right in. "Why are you up so late for baby?" You ask, voice still a bit hoarse from all the moaning you did from your 'exercise'.
"I'm not baby" she mumbles against you making you and Harry chuckle.
"Ok then, miss styles why are you up so late for?" You question again making the little girl giggle. She looks up at you and smiles, it was absolutely adorable and you couldn't believe she was all yours.
"I was missing you mama" she replies making your heart practically melt and Harry to roll his eyes.
"You didn't miss me?" He asks, faking his hurt.
"And you too papa" she giggles as Harry reaches over you to tickle her, just as he does that you could feel his hard on, that still hasn't disappeared against you and you smirk.
"Think you wanna go fix that" you whisper to him, whilst your daughter was too busy laughing and he hums. Getting out of the bed, quickly grabbing your robe to put on and walking out of the room, funnily. He chose to go to the downstairs bathroom rather than the en-suite so he doesn't interrupt you or your daughter whilst he was dealing with the problem down there.
"Wanted you to do it for me love" he pouts from the door and you feel your daughter snuggle up closer to you.
"Next time. I've got priorities here Styles" you say pointing down at the little angel cuddled up to you and he smiles.
"That we do" he says and then he's out the room leaving your daughter to giggle.
"Papa is so silly. He's wearing your robe mama" you daughter explains, finding it absolutely hilarious and you laugh aswell.
"Your papa is a madman, princess but we love him loads"
"We do mama"
