Project Cliffside

Nine

HUGE SMUT WARNING.
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"Harry!" I moan, feeling his hardon throbbing against my stomach. I grind my hips down onto his, eliciting a groan from him.
"Felicity..." he whispers, his voice husky and hoarse. He starts grinding against my stomach groaning at every movement.
"Feels so good.." he whispers again. "But i want to feel you."
"Then take me. I can be quiet." I whisper back, my voice hoarse.
"You won't be quiet, darling. Believe me, you'll be screaming my name in no time."
I gasp. "Harry.."
He smirks. "Felicity."

Fast forward

"Fuck. You're incredible, Fiz." He says as he pulls out of me and I whimper at the unexpected loss of touch.
"That was..." I start, but couldn't catch my breath enough to finish the sentence.
"Beautiful." He finishes, whispering against my neck as he kisses the lovebite he formed previously.
"Mm." I nod in agreement. "Do you think your friends like me?" I ask him, playing with his gold cross necklace.
"Our friends love you."
I smile at that. Where the hell did I find this man? Heaven?
"I'm glad, I really hope I made the right impression."
He puts his middle finger and index finger under my chin to make me look up at him.
"You're angelic, sweetheart. You're an angel sent from heaven, I'm convinced. You're perfect in every way so they'd have no reason to hate you." With that, he kisses my lips softly before pulling away.
"Should we go swimming?" He says while unpacking our clothes.
"Do you want to?"
"I asked you for a reason, baby girl."
The nickname causes me to want to fold across the bed and blush bright, but I keep my composure (or at least I think I did).
"So...?" He smiles at me, that cute dimple showing again.
"Yeah. Let's." I start overthinking about how my body looks as I cover myself with a pillow.
"Don't you dare." He says, throwing the pillow across the room. "I am not having my girl feel insecure about this." He puts his hand on the side of my breast and traces my curves. "You're so beautiful, Fiz. So beautiful."
I smile so hard it aches. "Thank you, H." I whisper, kissing his lips. 

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Niall: Going swimming shortly: you coming? X
Harry: Yeah, we can do. We're going to shower and then we'll be there. Give us... an hour?
Niall: THAT LONG to shower?
Harry: Well, Fiz likes to take her time.
Niall: touché. See you then x
Harry: cya x

"Promise me one thing." He says, turning to look at me.
"Hm? What's that?"
"You won't cover your stomach on purpose the entire time we are out."
I stare into space for a moment, debating it.
"Yeah, okay. Promise."
Harry holds out his pinky finger. "Pinky promise?"
"Pinky promise." I interlock our pinky fingers together for a moment.
"We should probably shower; together or separately?"
I smirk at that, making him flustered. "Together. It's not like I didn't just have you inside of me."
"Mm, true."