To Alyson; From Harry (06:25)
Morning beautiful xx
To Alyson; From Harry (10:18)
I miss your lips xx
To Alyson; From Harry (12:00)
Jesus, Alyson. It's noon!
I slowly began to wake up as my phone chirped for the third time. Apparently, Harry had texted me throughout the morning. Slowly, I sat up and rubbed the sleep from my eyes. My phone went off in my hands and a smile formed on my face.
"Hello," I said from my end. I had stayed awake for hours after Harry had left replaying the previous night in my head over and over. I'd come to the conclusion that maybe he'd just had a bad day. Still, it turned me on beyond belief. Looking up at him as he pumped his glorious cock in my mouth with pure pleasure etched on his face. My God.
"Someone finally decided to wake up," his voice was playful. I could almost see him sitting in a chair, smiling at nothing as we spoke. "Don't you have plans today?"
"Don't you have work today?" I teased back. "And no, I don't. But my phone was going off nonstop by some annoying toad all morning so I couldn't exactly get the sleep I wanted." He chuckled from the other end.
"You weren't exactly calling me a toad last night as you sucked my dick," he said the last part quietly. "And yeah, I'm at work. But I have my lunch in twenty minutes. Meet me at Saffy's?"
I was able to shower and dress into something cute within ten minutes. It was difficult trying to drive and look up directions at the same time.
"Fuck," I cursed everything. I may have been ten minutes late, but I pulled up beside Harry's large vehicle nonetheless. I watched as he climbed out with ease and waited for me. "I'm sorry!" I said immediately, walking around my car to face him. "I had not a clue where the hell I was going." Harry was smiling as he stared at my forehead.
"I didn't know you had bangs," he leaned down and kissed my cheek softly before grasping my hand in his. We walked into the small, yet cute, sandwich shop and stood in line.
"How long do you have before you have to be back?" I asked, hoping I didn't lose ten minutes with him. Harry was typing away on his screen before he slid the small black rectangle into his back pocket.
"I don't," I looked up at him. Did he really just take the rest of the day off? We were next in line and I watched as Harry picked out the toppings carefully. I took less time and just ordered something off the menu.
We ate at a table in the back in silence. It wasn't awkward, but it was nice. We would steal glances at each other every now and then. His dimples would show as he chewed a bite that was clearly too big for his mouth. I watched as his tongue dove out quite far as he took another bite. My mind wandered to what other things his tongue could do and I had to squeeze my legs close.
"What're you thinking about?" he asked, sipping from his water bottle. My cheeks burned red as I looked down at our food. I had only eaten half my sandwich while his was already devoured.
"Do you really not have to be back at work? I don't want to keep you..." he leaned on his elbows against the table causing him to come closer to me.
"I'm my own boss. Whatever I say goes," our eyes met. "What do you have planned today?" I fiddled with my fingers and shrugged.
"Just unpacking more boxes," Harry stood and stretched. The dark blue jumper he was wearing rode up and I saw a hint of his happy trail and the tops of his boxers. They were white today. Taking a few steps, he sat down beside me.
