Until I Find You Again // Book One

Chapter 18

God he made me feel good. At every hour of the day. Harry made it his personal business to make sure my body constantly tingled in anticipation for whatever he had planned. But the mornings were my favorite. When he had just woken up and was still soft and warm with sleep. When he would pull me into his body and snuggle me in the embrace of his strong arms. When he would have a war within himself between still wanting to sleep or touch me. Touching me always won out.

Eventually I would feel him slowly pull himself on top of me and sponge lazy kisses across my face and chest.

Inevitably his hands would start to roam. Across my neck, up my shirt, across my stomach...anywhere he had access to skin really. But without fail one would always end up in my panties, searching for the one spot he knew would end any protesting.

He'd slot a knee between my legs and push them apart gently. And he'd stay there, rubbing at me with mild, easy circles while I moaned and whined beneath him.

And then he'd be inside me. Languid, sluggish strokes that filled me entirely. He'd take his time, paying no attention to any other sound than my voice as I breathlessly whispered his name.

He never allowed me to flip us over in the mornings. Shaking his head if I would try and then covering my mouth with lingering kisses that sucked the air right out of my lungs.

He'd reserved mornings for me. Just to show me his appreciation though I wasn't sure sometimes what I'd done to get such thorough attention.

His fingertips would ghost along my skin, leaving tiny goosebumps in their wake. He would whisper in my ear how good I felt wrapped around him, though I could challenge that he felt scores better.

He'd hold on to his release, making sure I was close. And then all it would take was one or two deep strokes into me and we'd both squeeze each other close while we came together, barely letting out sounds that were any louder than soft grunts and easy moans.

He'd stay there, soft inside of me while we caught our breath. He'd suck the skin on my neck, careful to stop just before any marks appeared on my skin. He'd tell me he loved me and how beautiful I was.

And then more often than not, he'd roll off of me and fall asleep again. But not before making sure I'd returned to the comfortable spot, tucked into his chest.

But God....he made me feel good.

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I felt Harry's lips on my shoulder as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror fixing my hair. I smiled when he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. He was as warm as he usually was having just gotten out of the shower and pulled on a pair of boxers. I could smell his shampoo and it instantly put me at ease. I would really miss that when he was gone.

He pulled my hair to the side and kissed my neck, humming softly in my ear. I giggled,

"So twice this morning wasn't enough I take it?"

"Never enough..." He whispered against the side of my cheek.

"I'm really gonna miss this while you're gone." I whispered.

"You wouldn't have to miss a thing if you'd come with me...." He responded, his voice low. I sighed. I shook my head and stepped away from him,

"Harry-"

He kept his arms up as if I was still in them, looking confused. I couldn't help it. Every single time I'd mentioned missing him or not wanting to be apart from him he'd counter with some comment about how I wouldn't have to worry about it if I just came with him. It was starting to get on my nerves,