hariana drabbles

020

- 10 Months Without You
Author: Me (2014)
Summary: How Ariana feels when Harry's gone for 10 months.
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10 months. To him they flew by quickly, but to me they were endless. It was odd having to wake up alone without Harry's little snores coming from his side of the bed. But he wasn't the only one of us both who was never home.

I've been on the road as well; touring, meeting fans, visiting radio stations- you name it. Being a singer as well, I understood the long hours that were needed to be put into what you do.

I made sure to talk to Harry at least three times a week and text him everyday; maybe even a phone call or two every other day as well.

But it wasn't my need to see his face or hear his voice that had be rutting against my hand in sheer pleasure. It was my need for him. All of him.

The way he'd grip my hips with his large hands, careful not to hurt me but still leaving tiny bruises from the way he'd dig his fingers into my bone as he'd breathlessly moan my name in his ear.

The way he would thrust into me long and hard, making sure I felt every single last bit of him.

The way he'd mutter how tight I was and how good it felt, and how he was so close to coming undone that his thrusts became sloppy.

The way his words would become slurred as he leans his forehead against mine, my name and a few profanties slipping from his lips before his mouth completely falls open and a guttural moan escapes his throat as he comes.

He'd pull out before I could finish and next thing I know he's between my legs and teasing the hard nub above my folds while he coos, "Such a pretty pussy. All for me."

He'd start sucking on my clit and leaving me motionless by pressing his hands against my thighs, urging them to widen. And I would spread them and moan; beg for his tongue, his finger- anything.

"Beg for it baby. Beg for it like the slut you are." and so I'm keening, begging him shamelessly as he moans in delight. "I bet you taste like strawberries. So sweet." And he leans down and swipes a long strip along my folds.

I'd grip his hair and push him down, just desperate for the warmth of his tongue against me again. He obliges and thrusts his tongue between my folds. In and out, in and out, in and out; My back arched at his movement.

He adds in one of his long, slender fingers and I'm whimpering, trying not to scream. He adds in another, and another, and soon he has three; three very skilled fingers just digging into my walls as he tried to find my g spot.

I collapse and scream his name; I feel him smirk against me as he returned to sucking on my clit. "There it is."

By then I'm rutting against his hand and mouth, so eager to come, so eager for that feeling I'd wanted for so long. "Come for me baby, come for daddy."

I gasped as I felt myself tighten around his fingers. Coming hard I could hear Harry still encouraging me through my screams. "That's it baby, oh fuck yes, fuck, fucking scream my name. Let them know who's making you feel so good."

I felt like I was on cloud nine. Harry carefully slipped his fingers from me and sucked them obscenely as he stared lovingly at the mound between my legs. "You squirted again love." he smiled proudly.

And sure enough I could feel myself drip down my legs and onto the bed sheets. Since the first time it happened, he's been doe eyed and determined to have me squirt every time he makes love to me.

He let's me settle down and change while he removes the sheets and changes them. I slip into one of his tattered band shirts and climb in right after him. As we fell asleep he'd hold me close, not even bothering o be subtle when he'd kiss my shoulder every few times as a way to ensure himself that I was still there.

10 months without you Harry.

10 months without your horrible jokes, and your horrible sense of direction.

10 months without your love, I miss you.