If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 13

I wake to the feeling of two strong arms gripping me tighter under the fluffy white comforter and creamy cotton sheets that envelop our entwined bodies. I nuzzle into the crook of Harry's neck, fully enjoying the position we are in. He groggily kisses along my temple while running his hand softly down my spine. I use this moment to take advantage of his bare chest under me. I use my fingertips to trace along the ink scattered across his body. I start with the swallows and work my way down to the moth in the centre of his torso. I take my time before skimming my way down to the ferns that mark just above the waistband of his pants. The farther south my touch reaches, the quicker I feel his breaths becoming.

Feeling a bit brave after our time together yesterday and last night, I slide my hand down over his Calvins to graze over the impressive outline of his obvious morning wood. I gently raise my head when I feel Harry's breath hitch.

"Amelia.... What are you doing, baby?" He whispers before slowly brushing his lips across my own.

"Just enjoying my morning," I reply, smirking against his lips. He groans before taking my by surprise and rolling his body onto mine. He takes my breath away when he starts placing open mouth kisses along my exposed neck.

"Well.." He says, continuing his way across my skin, "by all means... Don't let me stop you. In fact..." He licks and bites his way back up so that I feel his hot breath against my ear. Before I realise it, his palm is under the hem of my shirt, burning into the skin beneath it. "Why don't I lend a helping hand."

He quickly dips his hand beneath the line of his pants I'm wearing. He wastes no time feeling his way down and grazing his finger along my slit while he turns his head so that he can close his mouth on mine. I instantly moan into his mouth when I feel his finger slide into me with ease. "God, baby. You're soaked, Amelia," he growls against my mouth before deepening our kiss and thrusting his finger in and out of me. I feel my hips buck against him as he adds another finger into his relentless assault.

"Harry... I'm gonna.. Please don't stop," I pant, dropping my head back away from his face. He takes that moment to reattach his lips to my neck, leaving tiny bites and marks before he swirls his tongue around each spot he touches.

Within seconds, I feel the familiar heat building up in my core. My thighs start to tremble as the pad of his thumb finds my clit so that he can rub tight circles while still thrusting and curling his fingers so that they keep deliciously probing my g-spot. "Come for me, princess. Come on my hand," he coaxes, lifting his head so that he can watch me. His words push me over the edge and I release against his hand, biting into his shoulder in an attempt to quiet my myself. He takes his time before removing his hand and slowly licking his fingers clean from my arousal. "So delicious. Every damn drop, Amelia." His voice is low and husky with appreciation and lust.

"Harry... I need you. Please," I say with as much energy as I can muster, still coming down from the high of my orgasm. He smiles down at me and kisses me gently. I use the balls of my feet to try sliding down his boxers as I lift my shirt up and off my body. He helps me with removing our clothing until we are both naked and pressed back against each other.

"I love feeling your skin up against mine," I admit, running my hands down his back. "Now I want to feel you inside me again." I look up at him through my lashes. He nods silently and and smiles, pulling my legs up so that they are wrapped around his waist.

"You're so beautiful, Amelia," he says softly, keeping his eyes locked on mine as he slowly pushes inside of me, filling me to the brim. "And you feel so good, baby. I just want to stay buried in you."

"Do feel free to move in," I breathe, half joking as I feel my eyes flutter closed at the feel of him stretching me so completely. He chuckles against my forehead as he starts to move. I tighten my legs that are gripped around him and grasp onto his biceps for support when he picks up his pace. "Oh god... Harry... Harder, baby. Please," I beg. He groans and puts more pressure behind each thrust. I feel my head fall back again, completely taken over by the overwhelming feeling of him pounding into me, hitting that spot over and over.