Mint [H.S.]

29

But I promise you this, I'll always look out for you. That's what I'll do.

Sparks - Coldplay

ISABELLA

Lips attached to skin. Heavy breaths filled the empty spaces of the room. Toes curling, skin glistening, gentle moans and steady movements. Piercing dark green eyes bore into hazel brown, his damp curls tickled my cheeks. I bit my lip, hoping to stifle my whines as his teeth nipped at the deep bruise his lips were marking.

"Harry," his name tumbles out of my lips in a pitchy moan. His fingers dig deeper into my own, our arms outstretched above my head and keeping me in place. His thighs have me trapped underneath his body as he moves in and out, in and out. Not once do we break the heavy eye contact between us.

"Are you close, baby?" He breathes into me, his voice is so low and raspy. It only furthers my arousal, my toes curling underneath me as I grind my hips against him. "Come for me. Come, baby. You're doing so good, baby. You feel so good. You're beautiful. God, you're so fucking beautiful. Pretty, pretty girl. Just like that... you look so sexy, coming undone for me... laid under me like this."

His words are dirty and heavy with grit, sending me over the edge. My breath hitches in my throat as an inaudible gasp escapes my swollen lips.

"Just like that. So beautiful... you're my girl... my beautiful girl..."

My head falls back against the pillows, spent and sensitive. He pulls out. His hand moving up and down in quick motions until he too is coming undone and over my stomach. His chest is moving in heavy breaths which I'm sure matched my own chest. He leans into me, kissing my mouth. It's a slow kiss. Harry leaves three more quick kisses against my lips and another on my throat before untangling our legs and hands.

"Hold on," he tells me before slipping off of the bed. I watch as he walks over to the bathroom, not bothering to cover his naked body. I don't even stop myself as I allow my eyes to roam over his backside without shame.

I was always aware that Harry was easy on the eyes, but after not seeing him for months, it was nice to be reminded. He was beautiful. An Adonis in his own right.

I reach over the bed and take my phone out from its charger. It was only half past ten in the morning and my stomach was growling. I knew that we had to get ready for the day and make our way back to London so that I could catch my flight back to New York (as much as I didn't want to). Now that things were going back on track between Harry and I, I was incredibly reluctant to leave him.

There was still this adamant fear inside of my chest that was eating away at me. It kept screaming that long distance wasn't going to work out. That it didn't matter if we weren't that far away from one another, and could still see each other - that it wasn't enough. I had trust and faith in our love that we could see this relationship through, but there was still a part of me that worried it wouldn't.

When Harry came back into the room, he had a wet towel in his hand. The rest of his body was already cleaned up. He walked over to me, still naked and a smug look on his face. I quirk an eyebrow at him, but he only smirks in response.

He sits on the bed beside me. The towel is cold against my heated skin causing me to gasp under it's touch. He cleans me up, his eyes glistening with amusement. "There we go," he says soon after.

"I'm going to have to shower anyways, but thank you."

He doesn't reply, only smiling down at me with a fond expression in his eyes. He moves in closer, brushing his lips against my forehead. His hand comes up to my jaw. His thumb brushes over my chin lightly. When he pulls back, I notice something that I hadn't before.