The Artist [h.s.]

nineteen

Carter straddled Harry's waist and kissed him deeply. She'd woken up long before he had and she had an overwhelming craving for sex.

After a few moments, his lips moved against hers, tired but loving, and his hands lifted to her waist. Carter smiled into their kiss and he returned the gesture only to mumble a groggy, "Good morning."

The way that his voice dropped in pitch and contained a raspy undertone sent shivers down her spine. She'd woken up to him for months and it still affected her so dramatically.

His eyes opened slowly and met hers with such profound adoration that had Carter believing that time itself had stopped just for him to look at her that way. She was too absorbed with the way that he was looking at her to say anything, which only had him smiling even brighter.

"Have you suddenly changed your mind about sex?"

Carter snapped out of her daze, the heat rising in her cheeks as she shook her head, "No, I still want sex. I just love the way that you look at me and I got a little distracted. Have you always looked at me like that?"

Harry nodded and Carter stared at the dimples in his cheeks briefly before meeting his eyes again, "Yeah."

Carter didn't say anything else and leaned forward to kiss him again. His fingers tightened around her waist and she pulled away, "Don't, I want to be on top today."

Harry's grip loosened and he let her take control, well, except with their kisses because they both enjoyed it more when he was in control of those. Somewhere in between kisses, she'd taken her shirt off and pressed her body flat against his, her nipples poking at his chest and her hips gently rocking against his.

He liked being in control most of the time, but he loved it when Carter took the lead. It wasn't as often as it could have been, but it didn't matter to him much because he loved just being with her, even when she wasn't being feisty and in charge.

Needless to say, her morning wake up was a very welcomed surprise that he wasn't going to say no to.

Carter moaned softly when his hand left her waist, trailing down her stomach and slipping underneath the soft fabric of her underwear only to rub circles on her sensitive spot. In response, she snaked her hand between the band of his briefs, tugging on him agonizingly slowly.

A low groan passed his lips and she smirked as she pulled her hand away and pulled his brief downs swiftly. Carter traced her hands over his stomach, feeling how toned his muscles were and teasing him a bit longer because she knew that she had him frustrated already.

His teeth tugged on her bottom lip and she moaned into his mouth, one of her hands removing his from her underwear. She'd confused him long enough to detach their lips and lower herself so that she was  between his legs.

Carter looked up at him, smirking and batting her eyelashes before lowering her mouth and lightly sucking on his tip. Harry's hands gripped the sheets briefly before moving to her hair, holding it away from her face and tangling his fingers in it as she took more of him in.

One of her hands was splayed on his hip while the other massaged him and had him bucking his hips up in pleasure. It had been a long time since they'd actually touched on foreplay, but she certainly hadn't lost her touch.

She swirled her tongue and sucked a little harder, letting Harry move her at the pace that he wanted and humming every now and then just to make him feel even better. After a few minutes, she tapped his hip and he released his grip on her hair, breathing heavily and looking at her with concern.

"You...okay?"

Carter bit her lip and nodded, pushing herself up so that her hips lined up with his, her hand gripping his base and lining him up with her entrance as she lowered herself down and onto him. She sighed at the familiar feeling and Harry cursed under his breath, he hadn't been expecting that.