Unlikely (H.S.)

eleven*

~Harry~

"Fuck, Harper, just like that, keep going, I'm gonna cum if you don't stop," my head lulled forward as I felt Harper's tongue run up the vein on the bottom of my cock. I watched as her cheeks hollowed over my tip, before popping off, leaving a trail of spit behind. I pulled her up from her knees and smashed my lips to hers. I felt her tongue graze my bottom lip, as I opened my mouth for her, allowing her full access to me. Our kiss was messy, wanton, and breathless. I threw her onto the bed, crawling over her as if she were the prey I had been so hungerly seeking. My hands began unbuttoning her white eyelet blouse, one button at a time. Her hair sat messily around her in the middle of the bed, in a halo, like the angel she was. As each button undid, I was given a glimpse of her dainty white lace bra.

"Considering what you just did to me, I don't think this angelic bra is all that fitting, now is it, Harper?"

She looked up at me with a smirk painting her lips, "I mean, you make me want to do things that I normally never do, so maybe some new lingerie is in the cards too."

"As long as I can see your tits through it, I don't care what colour it is, baby, just only let Daddy see. You got that?" I told her while pushing her blouse off her shoulders.

I continued down her body, placing kisses on the tops of her breasts and running my tongue down her sternum to her belly button. I slowly left my trail along her hips, as my fingers fumbled with her Levis. Turns out that 5 button flies are a hell of a bitch to undo on another person. I continued to fidget with the buttons as Harper finally spoke up.

"Yes, daddy. I got it," Harper agreed while giggling at my inability to shed her of her jeans.

"Good girl. Now, help Daddy with your jeans, they're fucking ruining the moment," I huffed out with a laugh.

Harper hastily undid her pants and shimmied them down her legs revealing matching white lace panties.

"Jesus Christ, Harper, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever laid my eyes upon," I confessed to her.

Blood rushed to Harper's cheeks at my confession as she brought her hands to cover her face, but I grabbed her wrists, stopping her from concealing her face. She looked over my shoulder avoiding my gaze.

"Stop, I mean it, you look so fucking good, and I'm going to show you how good you make me feel, okay?

"Okay, show me..."

I woke up with a start, my heart pounding and a familiar, urgent pressure between my legs. The dream had been so vivid, so intense. I could still see Harper's face, her touch, the way her eyes had locked onto mine with a heat that felt almost tangible. Her breath against my neck had been warm and electrifying, making my skin tingle as if she had actually been there with me.

I shifted, feeling the persistent ache between my legs, and pressed my face into the pillow, trying to ignore the vivid aftershocks of the dream. But it was futile. The dream clung to me like a heavy fog, filling my senses with its intensity. I groaned softly, rubbing my eyes and sitting up in bed, the morning light filtering through the curtains and illuminating the reality of my predicament.

I ran a hand through my hair, trying to organize my racing thoughts. This dream hadn't just been a fleeting whim of my subconscious—it had solidified my feelings for Harper in a way that I hadn't fully grasped before. I'd pondered myself it was just a harmless crush, something that would fade over time. But this dream had shattered that illusion, pulling those buried emotions into the light. Instead of feeling awkward or embarrassed, I felt an unexpected wave of happiness and clarity. I got out of bed, wincing at the persistent ache, and padded to the bathroom. I needed a cold shower to clear my head and cool down. As I stepped under the stream of water, I let out a sigh of relief, the coolness providing a temporary balm to my heated skin. Yet even as the water poured over me, the images from the dream remained. Harper's touch, her eyes, the way she had looked at me—it all felt so real, so compelling.