Harrison Avenue // H.S.

The Rise of Styles

[Harry]

I am a lucky man.

I'm not saying this because I live in a city that never sleeps, where words sometimes feels like they pop out of the ground as I walk, making it easy to write, easy to create, easy to love.

I'm not saying this because I married my most favorite person on the planet who I also happen to think is the most beautiful person as well.

I'm not saying this because I just finished my second EP... and people are actually buying it- and trust me, there is plenty of luck involved in that one.

I am a lucky man because my most favorite person, that most beautiful one, has taken the liberty to wake me up this morning in the best way she knows how. I feel so lucky that I'm sure I should be dreaming and I actually have to close my eyes and lick my lips when I realize that I'm not. To put it nicely, Elle is doing her own licking of sorts.

Her hands are gripping onto my thighs and her hair keeps falling into her face but she doesn't let that distract her, too busy as her head moves up and down. I breathe in a little harder, my hips moving up enough that she takes notice, and that's when she takes a moment to break her concentration, instead flicking her eyes up to look at me. She smiles this almost evil smile, squeezes her fingers over my thighs again and it feels like I'm going to pass out.

"Morning, baby," she whispers.

"Shit, Ellison," my voice is raspy and my stomach is rising up and down with my heavy breaths. "I-I... is it, um, good morning," I ramble for a moment, unable to concentrate because now she's biting her lip and her eyes look innocent even though I know they are far from that.

"Shhh," she smiles again. "That's what I'm trying to do... make this morning a good one."

I want to tell her that every morning is good when I wake up and she's next to me, which luckily has been the case for years now. I want to tell her every morning is good just knowing that in a way she's mine and I'm hers. I want to tell her that she could stop right now and I'd still think that this morning was a good one... though I definitely don't want her to stop. There are about five other things I quickly think of that I want to say to her as well.

That I fucking love her is certainly one of them.

There's not even a moment for me to mumble out anything though because her mouth is on me again and she appears to be determined now, no longer going with a slow tempo to lazily wake me up, and it makes my knees feel weak even though I'm lying on our bed. It isn't possible to be polite about it, it's not even worth attempting to find the less vulgar words to describe it, because the truth of it is, Ellison really knows how to suck a cock.

That is why I am a lucky man... among other things.

I think she does it on purpose because even in her eagerness she can certainly handle me, but there's a moment where I think she is trying to swallow me entirely and she coughs, easing off to say something again instead.

"Got a little too excited," she smirks and one of my hands moves to the side of her face to push back her hair.

Then she's at it again and my hand is still in her hair now, trying my best to keep it back so it won't fall in front of her face anymore... because I'm a gentleman and such.

Her eyes stay focused on mine, her mouth still occupied with keeping the rest of me happy and I can't stop talking now, encouraging words, dirty words, practically just falling out as my hands stay in her hair. I can tell that she knows I'm close to losing it completely. There's this look of enjoyment in her eyes that makes that much clear. And I kind of wish that this could happen forever because fuck, she looks beautiful and fuck, she's so good at this.