A low groan left my lips as a pair of plump lips wrapped around my dick, slowly gliding up and down the length of it. Little kisses were placed around the tip before they all too suddenly pulled away.
I was about to open my eyes and complain about the lack of friction, however at that exact second Desiree lowered herself onto me, both of us releasing a deep breath of pleasure.
"Time to wake up, Harry..." She whispered into my ear as she slowly moved her hips up and down, her voice trembling at the apparent pleasure she was receiving. Since I was enjoying this too much to finally 'wake up', I pretended to lay asleep for a further five minutes until I couldn't control my actions any longer.
My hands rose up off the mattress and took a firm hold of her hips, my nails digging into the delicate skin beneath them. Her light puffs of air increasing as my hips vigorously slammed into hers over and over again. The constant contact becoming too much for her as she screamed out my name, her eyes rolling to the back of her head.
"I'm almost there, princess. I promise." It was evidently obvious that she couldn't take it anymore when a single tear rolled down her cheek, my actions stopping immediately.
"Harry no, please don't stop." Desiree locked her eyes on mine, silently pleading with my already made up mind.
"I'm not going to keep going if it's hurting you. Look at you D, you're crying! You're obviously not okay." Her grip on my curls tightened as her cheeks turned a rosy shade of red, not pleased with my resistance.
She yanked at my roots once and removed my dick from inside her before pulling the sheet from the bed, wrapping it around her slender body and storming out the door, packing a clear fit which I found cute to some extent.
I sat staring up at myself in the reflective roof for a few minutes before finally deciding to 'face the music,' as some would say. So, reluctantly I got out of bed and pulled on a pair of clean boxer briefs.
When I was stood in the doorway to the open dining area I realized that she wasn't actually in the apartment. It was quiet and undisturbed.
I was about to turn around and go make a cup of coffee, but from the corner of my eye I could see that the living room balcony door had been cracked open slightly.
She had the sheet wrapped around the front of her body but it sunk down past her shoulders revealing a portion of her back. The white sheet catching the morning sunlight and making her whole being glow.
She was simplistic beauty at its finest.
I silently made my way over to the sliding door, trying to keep my presence unknown for the minute. She took one single deep breath before she hunched over and leaned against the metal railing.
I stood there watching her watch the city of London. She looked as if she were in deep thought. About what? I wouldn't know, but I was starting to get sick of the small distance between the two of us so I slid open the door and walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
She didn't seemed the least bit startled which lead me to believe she knew I was there the whole time. Instead she leaned into me and rested her head against my shoulder, a content smile on her plush lips as she continued to look over the busy city.
"I just wanted to do something nice for you," she whispered into the chilly morning air. "I had this whole thing planned out. I made us pancakes with lemon drizzle and crispy bacon because I know those are your two favorite breakfast options, but you're just too lazy to make them. And I was going to surprise attack you in your sleep so you would wake up in a good mood... I just wanted it to be perfect! Our own little piece of perfect." Her eyes shone so bright that they captivated me, took me away momentarily.
"It still would've been perfect if we woke up in a dumpster, I don't care about all the extra shit! I appreciate it yes, and if you put in the effort then I will enjoy it, but I don't need all that Desiree, you bring me enough joy." And it was true, just seeing her smile could flip my mood completely.
Since there was a perfectly fine breakfast waiting for us in the kitchen we decided to scarf that down as quickly as we could because we wanted to walk through the city, 'sightseeing' if you will. The only difference being that we weren't tourists and had already seen all of the things to see in London.
We walked down Oxford Street expecting to only pass through it but no... Desiree ended up being sucking into almost every single store down the entire street. We spent hours browsing in crowded stores. When we came to Selfridges and John Lewis I told her straight off the bat that it wasn't happening.
It was now dark and starting to get extremely cold but Desiree didn't care so I guess I didn't either. She was walking a foot in front of me, but kept a firm grasp on my hand the whole time. There was a period in time when she started skipping which inevitably led to me skipping along to keep up.
She had the biggest smile upon her face and her eyes just glimmered in the city lights. She was definitely a sight to see.
"Are you hungry, D?" She grinned from ear to ear and nodded her head multiple times, seemingly very eager to eat something. We ended up deciding to eat at the nearest McDonald's because Desiree said she didn't feel like sitting in a room with a bunch of snobby rich people, and I agreed because I honestly didn't have a soft spot for them either.
When we finally got back home it was ten past one in the morning and Desiree had completely passed out in the cab on the way so I ended up carrying her up to our apartment. I didn't blame her either, with all that walking and excessive amount of ice cream she consumed I'm surprised she even made it as far as the cab.
I put her on the bed and stripped her of her clothes. It was like she was in a comatose state, because she didn't stir once in the process of me removing her clothes and making the bed around her.
Removing my own clothes was a lot easier and I got it done within a matter of seconds before climbing in beside the sleeping beauty. It was not just after half past one but I wasn't the least bit tired so I rolled over and grabbed the TV remote from my bedside table.
I channel surfed for a further ten minutes before settling on Frozen, it had been two years and I had managed to dodge it every time it was on TV or when my Niece would come over. Two years later I finally gave in.
About half way through the movie Desiree rolled as close to me as she could possibly get, opening her eyes slightly and smiling at the image of me watching a children's musical before snuggling into chest and falling back into a deep sleep.
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a/n: Hey sooo... I might have published a new story called Dangerous Woman, so if you're looking for something a little more... thrilling? Then you should probably check it out!
I'M SOO EXCITED FOR THIS ONE
