birds // hs

11. Night Changes *

I woke up the next morning sore and sweaty, but satisfied. Harry's body was almost entirely draped over mine and even though I was being smothered, it made me smile to know that he stayed this late in the morning- it was nearly eleven.

"Good morning, sunshine," he grumbled thickly, his soft lips pressing to my neck repeatedly.

I started to reply when I felt him push one of my thighs in front of the other, then slowly guide the hardened tip of his dick to my entrance.

"I'm too sore," I protested half-heartedly as my face nestled deeper into the pillow. "Let me go back to sleep, Harry."

"You can close your eyes, sweetheart," he grinned into my skin, which was now burning because of the rays of sunlight seeping through my curtains. "I won't last long anyway, I had a very hot dream about you and I'm practically coming already."

I whined as he pushed all the way into me and flattened his tongue against my shoulder, licking a long stripe all the way up to my jaw as his hips collided with mine over and over again. He wasn't going very deep and the trusts were sloppy, a slow and heavy pace that had me moaning in seconds.

"You're so fucking warm," he sighed, his lips kissing at the corners of my mouth lightly. "Holy shit, I'm so close baby."

He jerked his hips to mine a few more times before he pulled out and spilled his cum on my hip, staining my skin and the sheets around us before kissing my lips softly.

"Spread your legs for me, sunshine," he ordered breathlessly. "Let daddy make you cum, yeah?"

I giggled and bit my lip. "Please."

"Please what, baby girl? I wanna hear you say it."

"Please make me cum, daddy," I begged quietly, my voice still hoarse with sleep. "I'm so wet right now."

"Good girl."

He slid under the covers and I watched the sheets move up and down as his head bobbed, his tongue delving deep inside me and hitting every delicious place I didn't even know existed.

"You smell so fucking good," he growled, his deep voice rumbling against my core. "You taste even better, fuck."

"Don't stop," I panted as I felt my hips begin to tense up. "Please don't stop, daddy, I'm so close."

Suddenly he stopped and threw the covers off me, then laid on his back and tugged my thighs towards his head.

"I want you to cum on my face," he explained huskily. "Come on angel, sit on daddy's face."

I gladly straddled his face and gripped the headboard, my fingernails digging into the worn wood as I used it to help me roll my hips on his stubbly jaw.

"Daddy," I whimpered, pressing down on him a little harder. "S-S.hit, just like that. Right there, holy fuck."

"You like this, baby?" He taunted as his hands dug into my thighs. "You like riding daddy's face? You like watching daddy eat you out, sweetheart?"

"I love it," I half-laughed, half-moaned. My thighs were shaking around his face and my whole body was quivering, my mind going blank as his tongue slid into me again and again. "It feels so good, daddy."

"Say Harry when you cum," he demanded softly.

"Fine," I sighed, letting out a loud squeal as his tongue sucked on my folds and clit. "Crap, I'm so close."

"Come on my face, baby," he cooed, stroking my skin. "Let me hear you scream my name."

"H-Harry," I groaned as my stomach tied itself into a million little knots. "Harry, Harry fuck."

Harry grinned. "Louder, baby."

"Harry," I cried out, squeezing the headboard until my knuckles turned white. "Harry!"

My whole body seemed to unwind and untie, all my thoughts coming out as expletives as tears spilled from my eyes and ran down my neck in a small stream.

"Oh-oh my god," I mewled as Harry licked me clean. After he was satisfied, he supported my arms and helped me off his face, his strong hands gripping my waist as I fell back down next to him and snuggled into his body.

"I have to work later," I said softly as my fingers traced along his collarbone. "You're welcome to stay but my Pops is coming home later."

He scoffed and kissed the top of my head, then pulled me closer to his sweaty chest. "I don't want you to go."

"What?"

"I said I didn't want you to go."

"But...why?"

"Because! I like spending time with you."

I smiled into his chest but didn't let him see it as we drifted off, our bodies tightly intertwined in the rays of late morning sunshine.

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Things between Harry and me changed in the next few weeks. Suddenly we were spending all our time together, both at work and at home. I started eating dinner with his family every Friday night and shopping with Gemma and Anne during the week, even when Harry wasn't there.

Even Harry changed. He didn't ask for sex much anymore, I usually instigated it unless he was drunk or I had some lingerie I wanted to show him. Instead of constantly tugging on my clothes and pushing me into sheds or closets for quickies he would kiss my neck and hold my hand, his hands always touching me in some way when we were together.

Today was no different. I had spent the night with Harry (by now his mom and sister were used to it) and I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs floating up the stairs and under his door.

"Rachel," Harry's deep voice sang as the door swung open and light flooded in. "Time to get up, sleeping beauty! My mom made you breakfast."

"It's too early," I whined, burying my face in Harry's pillow. "Why are you up? You're never up early."

"Because darling, today we're going on a field trip."

"A field trip?" I groaned loudly. "To where?"

"My school, baby. I want you to come with me."

That woke me up. I sat straight up and nearly knocked over Harry's orange juice, but luckily he caught it before I could ruin the sheets. "Whoa, chill Rach," he chuckled.

"I can't go with you!" I practically screamed at him. He seemed startled by my outburst and it was actually adorable to watch him stop chewing his food, his cheeks still full of scrambled eggs as he stared at me. "I'm so young! People will see-"

"Oh don't be ridiculous," he rolled his eyes. "I'll just tell everyone you're shadowing me or some shit. You can pretend you're interested in teaching."

"But I'm not."

"Speaking of interests," he drawled as I took one of his pieces of bacon and bit it in half. "What do you want to major in? Dick-sucking, maybe? You're pretty damn good at that."

I threw a piece of toast at him and he fell off the bed, but not before I grabbed the plate of food.

omg things are about to get so freaking cute between them