Finding My Soulmate

Chapter 25

Hazel

"God you smell so good," Harry growled from between my legs. He hooked a finger around the edge of my panties, pulling them to the side. He runs his tongue along my center, stopping when he gets to my sensitive bud. Her circles his tongue, sending shocks of pleasure straight to my core. He continues to do that, up and down, and circle, occasionally dipping his tongue inside me.

I hold his head in place, moving my hips with his tongue. I need more pressure. I want more of him.

"Harry, please," I beg him. He hums against me. I then feel two of his fingers slide into me.

"Oh, that's it," I moan, rocking my hips some more. He continues drawing circles around my bud as his fingers slide in and out of me. I'm close already. He turns me on so much. From the second he picked my up in the hallway my body was already anticipating his touch.

I feel my body tense as I find me release. Feeling myself clench around his fingers as they continue moving in and out of me, riding out my climax.

Harry growled as he slide his fingers out of me. He grabbed onto my panties, pulling them off. He stands up, letting my legs fall to the floor. I sit up, watching him as he pulls his shirt over his head, as he pushes his hair back away from his face. I watch as he unbuckles his belt and slides off his pants. He stands there in only his tight boxer, his arousal very apparent.

"Take your shirt and bra off baby," his deep voice brought me back to reality. I do as I'm told, slipping my shirt over my head and unclasping my bra, letting it slide down my arms. As I did that, Harry slid his boxers down, his hand moving along his length as he watched me.

"Come here," he tells me, voice raspy. I could see the want in his dark eyes. I stand up and take the two steps that separate us. His hands reach out and grab my hips, bringing out bodies together. Our lips collide and move hungrily, our tongues moving against each other. My hands slide up his chest. I tangle one hand in his hair while my other hand travels back down to his stomach, down even farther until I find his harden length.

I tighten my hand around him, sliding it up and down, running my thumb over his tip. He let's out a low hum in appreciation and I continue with my movement.

Soon he growls and turns me around, bending me over and placing my hands on the edge of the bed. Our breathing is heavy and uneven, both needing more.

He bends so his back is pressed against my back, his arms wrapping around me and his hands palming my breasts. I arch into him, which pushes my âss back and against him, his hardness gliding over my center. He hisses against my back. I let out a soft moan and arch my back again, causing him to slide over me once more. The anticipation is almost to much to bare. I want to feel him inside me. Now.

"Harry. Fûck me," I whisper, breathing heavy. "Please."

"Mmm, so impatient love," he teases, placing a kiss along my spine, then another and another each one moving down my back, causing him to step back from me. I couldn't feel his length against me anymore.

He moves one hand and cups me from behind sliding another finger inside me.

"So wet. So ready for me," he whispers against my back. I push my bottom back on to his hand, his fingers go deeper inside me. I need to feel him inside me. He slips his hand from me and when I look back he's walking to his bag. He searches for a few seconds before finding a couple condoms and walking back towards the bed. The short wait was torture.

He quickly opens the foil packet and slides on the condom. Stepping up behind me, he runs his length over my opening.

"Is this what you want, baby," he whispers seductively in my ear. I just about come undone right there. I push back a little, giving him my answer.