Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 53

You guys my boyfriend took me out of the city for the weekend to help me clear my mind, nothing says inspiration like a tent up on the hill looking at the stars so I might be good at updates again for a while.

"Like the omelette?" Harry asks me once I finish the breakfast he made under a minute.

I am sitting on his lap beside the table, my legs draped over his arm rest, his hands on my bare thighs, his sweater pulled up to the base of my chest and his small yellow shorts by the couch somewhere.

"You are so English." I say looking at the scrapes left from his omelette with onions, broccoli and tomatoes. His smug grin turns into a silly one as he laughs and sips his tea with milk.

"It's called healthy." He says to me when I lightly hit him on the side.

"I mean, who drinks milk with tea! You have milk with coffee and water with your tea." I say when he laughs and takes his bun out.

"Without milk its just herb soup." He says and I start to laugh when he grabs my legs and starts to slowly massage them, staring down at my naked body.

"You're an idiot." I say and his eyes light up as if I told him the secret of the universe. He laughs and tilts his head back, creating the most perfect view ever.

I get a sense of the loss I head when he was away and we weren't together. I was broken, I was lifeless. Being the majestic creature he is, Harry immediately realizes somethings up and turns his full attention to me.

"What's wrong?" He asks, stroking his hands down my thighs.

"I just- I remembered how much of a hell it was when we broke up. I felt as if my soul was gone." I say as I put a hand over my chest as if it can ease the pain in my heart. His eyes grow shallow and he leans down, pressing his lips against my forehead.

"Its okay if you don't have a soul, mine is yours."

He whispers, his soft lips inking the words into my skin to keep forever. I feel my heart swell and my eyes meet his eyes. He is looking at me with the same adoration and value as when I told him I could be pregnant with his child.

I don't say anything, instead my lips find their places on his, tasting the stupid taste of milk laced with tea on them but anything tastes like heaven when it comes from him.

"I missed you so much." He moans into my neck when his hands find their way up under my shirt. His soft skin caress my boobs and the cold metal from his rings make my nipples erect as he touches them, one by one.

"I promise you" he says as I see his erection rising between us, we are both getting really worked up and he has even started to loose his breathe "I will never let you go again." He finishes, panting.

He then kisses me, a mess of teeth, tongue and lips but I just loose myself in his embrace. His hands find their way in between my legs and I get a feeling he really wants to finish that poem.

"Fuck me. Please." I whimper when he teases with a few flicks on my clit and I wrap my free hand around his erect cock. He nods, lips flushed, forming a beautiful smirk.

He walks me to the bed, and lays me down gently, his body never separating from mine. His kisses trail from my lips, up my jaw and he remains at my ear, kissing my neck and sucking my earlobe into his mouth a bit, nibbling lightly.

"I love you so much, Alex," he whispers and I arch my back in an attempt to gain more contact.

His hands settle at my hips, fingertips just sliding beneath my shirt, searing the sensitive skin there. I whine lightly, practically begging him to take off my pants. He giggles into my neck, his hot breath sending cool chills down my spine. I tangle my hands in his hair and pull his mouth back to mine. I need to taste him. I need to feel him. I need more more more.