Rich H.S

Part 3

"Y/n" a voice soothed, a hand gently caressing your cheek to try and get you to wake up.

You were in the middle of one of the most intense dreams of your entire life and you didn't want it to end. Your bed was the most comfortable it had ever been, and Harry was fucking you so good that you couldn't possibly entertain whoever was trying to wake you up. If your alarm hadn't gone off it was too early for you to be awake, anyway.

"Go awayy" you groaned, digging your head further into your pillow and hugging it closer to your head. You were lying on your stomach, and you could feel the cool air of air conditioning chilling your bare back.

"Tha's not very nice, sweetheart" Harry tutted, running his fingers down your spine. "To think I brought you breakfast, then you tell me to go away"

Your eyes opened in an instant, blinking away your sleepiness to find that it wasn't your bed and you weren't dreaming. The reality of the situation settled in, and you could feel yourself blushing at the memories of last night, and the fact that you just told Harry to go away like some child.

You pulled the sheets up to cover your chest as you slowly turned over to find Harry sitting beside you on the bed, a tray of coffee and porridge next to him.

"G'morning, love" he smiled, his eyes intense and darkening as he let his eyes drag down your body. They stopped for a touch longer at each of the marks he had created, and flicked back up to your eyes when they met the top of the sheet that was covering your breasts.

"Um, morning" you blushed, wincing as you sat up and being careful not to pull on the sheets too much as you went.

Your body ached all over and the marks Harry made pulsed with every move you made. You hadn't seen the marks yet, but by how much they hurt, you could tell they were deep bruises. You weren't sure how you'd be able to hide them from your parents, especially since it's Summer and your entire wardrobe consists of small clothes, but that's a problem for another day.

As you shifted in your spot, your pussy pulsed with pain and your thighs practically vibrated with how rough last night was. Honestly though, you loved the ache and it was a reminder of single handedly one of the best nights of your life. You didn't want to forget a single detail, and the pain made sure that didn't happen.

Still though, you didn't want to inflate Harry's ego any more by showing him how sore you truly were, so you tried to keep your movements smooth. You also didn't want to accidentally yank the sheets and spill all of Harry's hard work.

It was so perfectly presented; two white bowls of porridge side by side on a timber tray with an array of chia seeds, strawberries and blueberries on top. The two coffees were in matching white mugs, one black and the other with perfect white foam and chocolate powder.

Your heart warmed at how he knew your coffee order, and how he even went as far as to make you breakfast in the first place. You doubted he ever made food for his other hookups, and by checking his alarm clock it was past the scheduled time that he'd kick them out.

"Did you sleep alright?" He asked, passing you your coffee. You nodded and took a sip.

"Really good" you placed the mug back down on the tray and had another look at the array "This looks really nice, Harry. Thank you" you smiled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. "But you missed your walk, you didn't have to do that just to make me breakfast"

"There's two cups and two bowls isn't there?" He asked with a raised brow, passing you a bowl and a spoon.

He looked so heavenly you could barely look him in the eye, his hair ruffled from sleep and his chest gloriously bare. The small boxer briefs he wore stretched over his thighs and showed off the tiger thigh tattoo you failed to appreciate last night. You noticed it, but barely because you were too focused on his hard cock to truly appreciate it. You wanted to worship it and run your mouth all over it.