Before She Falls

Chapter 35

WARNING: MATURE CONTENT

Harry's hips crash into mine five times before I whimper out of pure pleasure. But Harry doesn't try to hush me, he takes my cries as cues to dig deeper inside of me and he allows the various moans escape my lips.

"Fucking shit" Harry grunts and I feel my walls tighten around him, squeezing as he pumps in and out. "Katrina, I'm so close."

His hand rushes to my chest and he takes a full handful of my boob, massaging it between his fingers. My hands wander down to his lower back where I dig my fingernails into his skin so much, I'm almost positive I draw blood. I take the opportunity to bite down on the Harry's skin underneath his jaw line while his face is so close to mine.

"You're so...tight" Harry's pace increases and his cock is throbbing. "Fuck!"

He pulls out and it seems as if he's moving in slow motion, dragging out his thrust so I can feel all eight inches of him pounding into me. The pressure inside of me builds up until I feel like I can't handle it anymore.

"Harry" I push my fingernails into his skin and arch my back up towards him, causing him to let out a raspy moan. "Har..."

"Say my name again" Harry commands me and plunges deeper than before.

"Harry" I say lowly and pull on the curls towards the back of his head. "Faster, please" I basically beg him.

Harry's thrusts became sporadic and the sounds of our skin slamming together grow louder. I throw my head back and close my eyes, preparing myself for the most perfect climax.

"One more time" Harry growls. "Say it one more time."

He continues to pump in and out in a speedy rhythm, viciously pulling me closer to him. I arch my back and close my eyes as I come undone under Harry, completely out of breath.

"Katrina" Harry pleads as he scratches my back, desperate for me to say something, anything to finish him off.

"Haz" I breathe onto his neck. "Cum for me" the words escape my lips in a whisper. I'm surprised by the filthiness of my words, I'm not usually the one to talk dirty in bed. Either way, I'm enjoying the effect these particular words have on Harry. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as I watch his forehead tighten and a tense vein appears right above his temple.

Harry lets out a harsh, throaty moan and thrusts a couple more times. Then he uses his large hand to pull himself out of me. He pumps his length and all of a sudden, warm fluids spill onto my lower stomach. I watch Harry as his hand continues to wrap around himself.

I couldn't be more turned on as his eyes are closed tightly and his mouth is hanging open. Harry's moaning doesn't end until all of him releases onto me.

His body collapses next to me and his breathing is heavy. My head relaxes back into my pillow and it takes me a minute to realize exactly what Harry and I had just done.

"Fuck" Harry sighs next to me and turns onto his side to face me. I could feel some sweat forming near my hairline and over the skin above my eyebrows and I turn away from Harry to hide my blushing cheeks.

"Hey" Harry pulls my shoulder back and twists my body to face his. I spot little beads of sweat on his forehead. His arm reaches out to push my hair behind my ear and he leans over to plant a passionate kiss on my lips.

"I'm going to go clean up" I say, looking down towards my stomach, fighting the urge to laugh.

Harry doesn't hide his amusement and turns onto his stomach, burying his face into the pillow. His laugh is loud, but muffled by the fabric.

"Don't you dare laugh! Or you can come clean this for me" I point my finger at Harry as I sit on the edge of the bed. "This is all yours anyway..."

"I'm sorry!" Harry chuckles, still hiding his face in the pillow.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" I ruffle the messy curls on his head. "Give me this" I grab at the blanket covering Harry.

"Hey!" Harry yells as his naked body is suddenly revealed. His hand moves quickly to cover his crotch.

"Be right back" I smile and drape the blanket around my body and leave the room to walk across the hall to the bathroom.

When I return to the bedroom, Harry's lying in the bed, on his back, with a different blanket covering his lower body. I search the floor for my clothes, but it's hard to find any of them.

"Here" Harry says to me and tosses his t-shirt to me. I catch it and quickly pull it onto my upper body before dropping the blanket from my torso.

"Come on" Harry pats the space next to him. "Bed time."

I spread the blankets out over Harry's tall body and his dimples pop out next to his mouth as he watches me. Then I climb into bed next to him and his inked arm pulls me into his chest. I rest my head on his bicep and lay my arm over his stomach.

"I don't want to leave" Harry's voice is low and his accent makes it hard to hear.

"I don't want you to either" I nuzzle into his bare chest.

His arm tightens around my back and he lets out a loud sigh.

"You know, I've never done it with someone like that before" I blurt out as my eyes start to close and I instantly regret even saying anything.

"What do you mean?" Harry seems more than interested in what I'm going to say next.

"I don't know" I start to say nervously. "I mean I've just never gotten to that point before, ever."

"No one's made you...?" Harry's voice trails off.

"No" I answer quickly.

"Bastards" he hisses and shifts his arm around me.

"It's just never been quite like that before" I continue the topic, since it seems like the only thing to talk about right now.

"It was definitely passionate" Harry chuckles.

"Intense" I add, tangling my bare feet with Harry's underneath the blanket. "And rough."

"Yeah, pretty sure my back looks like a bear mangled it" Harry teases and I squeeze the side of his tummy. "A cute bear, of course"

I laugh at Harry's quirkiness while he rubs his thumb over my forearm. The rising and falling of his chest slows down in tempo and I can tell he's about to fall asleep at any moment.

"Is it safe to that was the best you've ever had?" Harry questions in a raspy voice.

"By far" I mumble into his skin and I feel the muscles in his stomach tighten beneath my arm.

"I don't want to leave" Harry repeats and it hits me that tomorrow he's leaving to go back home.

"Don't you want to see your mom and Gemma?" I whisper, feeling my body relax into the mattress.

"Yeah, but I want to see you too" Harry says.

I feel Harry's breath even out and I'm almost positive he's already fallen asleep. I take that as a hint to finally go to bed after such a long day.

I don't want Harry to leave.