I could feel her going limp in my arms as Willow began to doze off against my chest. And I couldn't help but giggle as she nuzzled into my chest and tugged on my sweatshirt.
"M'sorry I didn't feel like exploring today." She mumbled sleepily.
"We can do whatever you wanna do, Princess." I murmured, placing gentle kisses on her temple,"I'm not one to argue with someone that's gotten me off twice today and it's not even noon yet."
Without even looking down, I could tell my words had caused her cheeks to go a rosy red. Which is exactly why her words shocked me.
"Watching you come and knowing I'm the reason why is oddly satisfying." She said matter-of-factly, causing my eyes to widen because never (in the history of our relationship) has she not shied away from discussions as blunt as this.
"Well, I'm glad that's a hobby of yours." I chuckled, rolling over so my body hovered over her's,"but I'm starting to miss this." I leaned down, my abdomen forcing her thighs apart and causing a gasp to fall from her lips. Willow's eyes followed my hand as it traveled between our bodies and to the waistband of her shorts. "Baby, you're not my submissive anymore, my pleasure isn't an obligation of yours."
Tearing apart the contract didn't just completely change our whole relationship and I didn't expect it to but I constantly felt the need to remind her that it is different, for the better but different.
*Willow's POV*
Nodding, I let my eyes flutter shut as his rough fingertips skimmed across the soft skin of my pelvis and down to my crotch, where wetness had begun to pool.
Groaning, Harry moved my panties to the side and stroked slowly,"God how I've missed this." He murmured, his voice husky as he began to rub my clit.
As soon as my body felt his fingers it responded, my back arching and my head falling to the side.
"Ya alright baby?" Harry chuckled, slowly beginning to rock his hips against mine and adding pressure with his hand.
Nodding, I bit down on my lips and gripped his curls for dear life.
"Sorry? I couldn't quite hear that?" He whispered, his breath hitting my neck and causing goosebumps.
"Harry styles!" I warned, my hips beginning to rotate slowly to match his pace.
"Watch your tone, little girl."
Pulling harder at his roots, I leaned in and whispered, "or what?"
His other hand gripping my hips and pinning me to the couch, Harry plunged two of his fingers knuckle deep and I shivered at the chill feeling of the metal from his rings.
Clenching my eyes shut, I let my body give in to the feeling only he could cause.
Until a buzzing interrupted my thoughts. Groaning, I opened my eyes and saw that my phone was violently vibrating against the table .
Before I could silence it, Harry grabbed the phone and swiped. "Hello?"
Hearing my mother's voice, I reached down and attempted to still his hand when he continued his movements despite being on the phone.
"Oh no," Harry smirked down at me,"you're not interrupting anything, we just finished breakfast."
Glaring, I fought to sit up and get away from his torturous fingers before my mother heard something we couldn't come back from.
Putting his full weight down, Harry shook head and continued his slow pace.
"Willow? Yes ma'am, she's right here."
Gasping, I realized his end game and fought to get away from the phone.
Landing a smack on my thigh, Harry pressed the phone to my cheek and let his other hand travel down between my legs.
"Hi mom." My voice cracked despite my best efforts to keep it even, as he shifted down the couch, lowering his face trailing kisses along my thighs and sinking his teeth into the plump skin.
"Honey! How are you? How is everything? Where did he take you?"
Chuckling, Harry leaned up and began licking warm strips across my clit, his fingers still rotating slowly inside me.
"G-good." I squeaked, my voice betraying me and cracking over just the single word that I struggled to produce. "Everything good, we're in Scotland."
"Scotland?" She asked, obvious to my whimpering state. "Why Scotland?"
"I-ve alway-s wanted to come here, so he brought me." I answered, clenching my eyes shut and focusing all of my efforts on my mothers voice, that proving harder than you would think With a sex god between your legs, whispering erotic words only you could hear.
"You've always wanted to 'come' here baby?" Harry whispered, letting the scruff on his cheeks rub against my thighs, causing red patches where it scratched. "I think daddy can arrange that.
"Oh, how sweet." She beamed, her words a distant noise despite my efforts.
Looking down, watching Harry direct all of his attention down where my body was begging for him, all I could muster was a sound of what I hope was agreement for my mother and this conversation that I was more than ready to be over.
"Such a softie." She giggled, "well, I love you sweetie! Stay safe and I'll see you guys when you get home."
"Love you too mom!" I replied, swiping to end the call and releasing the moan that I had been fighting. Launching the phone across the room, I reached down and gripped Harry by his roots with both hands, letting my hips lift and meet his tongue roughly.
"I hate you." I grunted, my eyes rolling back and my head hitting the leather of the couch and Harry ran his teeth down my clit and bit down.
"Do you?" Harry asked, his voice thick and husky, " do you hate me, baby?"
"So much." I responded, voice breathy and high pitched at this point.
"Are you mad at me?" He whispered, letting his breath hit my skin.
Biting my lip, I nodded.
"You wanna show me how mad you are baby? Fuck my face and show me just how mad." He grunted, lifting my body up and flipping me over so I was perched on my hands and knees above him.
Resting a knee on each side of his head, I lowered my hips until o felt his mouth beneath me.
Using one hand to brace myself, I reached down with the other and cupped his jaw, ripping his curls and forcing his head up into the heat between my thighs.
Gasping, I watched as he griped my ass and shoved his tongue up into me.
The longer I go without it, the more intense the feeling of him inside me is, just a few short days and already my body was in a frenzy at his fingertips .
"Yes, daddy." I sighed , letting my eyes flutter shit as my stomach clenched and his fingernails ran down my thighs.
"Yes." My voice was nothing but a whisper, when I felt my self fall over the edge and come on Harrys face, my body going sensitive as he lapped it all up.
