Rich H.S

Part 30

When you leaned in to kiss Harry gently, you felt his excitement through his lips. The way his hand tightened around your neck. The way his hips bucked a little as you started jerking him softly, your arousal still coating his length creating excellent lubrication. He was still sensitive, but you knew that after Harry comes once his stamina becomes unmatched.

With every orgasm he could give more. Another round. Multiple switches in positions and this ability to make you so fucking wet the whole way through you'd find yourself begging for more and more. It was never like that with anyone else. You had never felt passion and such a consistent arousal and chemisty with someone that sex could quite literally last hours. All day. All night.

And now that you knew he loved you... god you could feel the electricity coursing through your veins. Like the very first time. The excitement and almost first-time jitters at the start of something new, but better. Better because you knew each other's bodies like the back of your hands and now you had infinite time to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted.

There wasn't a set time each week or self-inflicted pressure to make each time better than the last. There wasn't a timeframe, a countdown until you thought you'd never see each other again. You felt this freedom about it all, even if there was still so much secrecy in your life.

You didn't want to leave the bed and you honestly didn't plan to. In fact, you didn't really want to leave the bed the entire weekend.

Breaking the kiss after a while, you started peppering kisses along his jaw and neck, working down his torso to cover every tattoo. You missed being so close to him. You wanted to touch and feel every inch of his body.

You adjusted to kneel between his legs and the moment you did, you could feel his cum start to drip down your thighs. They clenched in reflex, trying to keep it in as you bared your teeth against his moth tattoo.

It was an unfamiliar feeling, feeling his cum drip out of you. Your ex-hookup used to like to cum in you, but you never found yourself particularly turned on by it. It was honestly more of a hassle because of the cleanup process.

But there was something different about doing it with Harry. More... primal. You couldn't explain it but god, the things it did to your brain. Like he was making his mark, and his mark, his ownership was dripping down your skin like a painting.

You wanted more of it.

"You're dripping down my thighs." You sighed in bliss, resting your head against his stomach while you pressed a kiss just above his navel.

His cock jerked against your chest at your comment and you couldn't help but giggle a little while looking up at him. Your mouth went for his fern tattoos, just wanting to lick and bite all over them. You were fixated on them.

"Yeah? Fuck. Can't tell me that. Not when I can't do anything about it." He groaned, sliding his hand through your hair.

You grinned and kept eye contact as you licked a stripe up the stem of his right fern. His skin was salty, both from sweat and the sea and you couldn't help but find it one of the most arousing things you had ever tasted.

Harry groaned again, scratching his nails against your scalp ever so slightly. "You're being a tease, Angel."

"Just wanna take my time." You admitted, looking down at his skin as a little blush warmed your cheeks. "Missed you."

"Hey." He nudged your head, pulling you to look up at him. "I love that you missed me. I always miss you. Fucking miss you right now."

"You just had me." You rolled your eyes with a smile, kissing along to his left fern. You were so close to his cock now, all heavy and bopped up you could practically taste it. You were about to.