Escape the Walking Dead // h.s.

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Jane's POV

I woke to Harry sitting up and putting his boots on. The muscles in his back flexed as he shoved one foot in and then tossed his fringe out of his face after sitting straight again.

"Need a haircut?" I said in a soft voice I almost didn't recognize as my own.

He looked back over at me running his eyes on my bare chest then smirking. It caused me to blush and pull the maroon comforter up to my chin embarrassed to let him see me in the sunlight. He turned back around and shoved his other foot in his boot.

"I'll get it cut soon. Just don't know anyone that can do it without a bowl," he mumbled and started tying his shoe strings.

I reached over to him and caressed a few longs scars over the small of his back. He reached behind him and grasped my hand in his quickly turning around and putting his entire body over mine. The crook of my neck was soon occupied by his mouth and he was kissing, sucking, and lapping his tongue across my open skin.

"Harry," I chuckled trying to playfully push him away. The motions tickled more than they pleased me and I sensed he understood by the deep, throaty chuckles he responded back with. I curled into a ball pushing back his shoulders and his fingers found my naked sides.

Him tickling me appropriately now, I tried to fight his massive hands off but it was no use. His hands were way too large and his body was way too powerful over mine. I begged and begged for him to stop, but once he did I found myself missing his touch.

"That's one way to wake up," I bit the inside of my cheek while grinning up at his beautifully constructed face.

He raised his brow and leaned down toward me.

"I can show you another," he said with a proud smirk and I giggled as one of his hands reached down toward my center again.

As soon as his fingers pressed on my clit, my smile was replaced with an open mouth. His lips pressed into my bottom lip and tugged back with his teeth as I moaned in pleasure. His fingers circled and massaged me until I couldn't help but squirm underneath him.

"You're so wet," his words vibrated in my neck as his mouth pressed light kisses along my jaw line.

"I want you to fuck me," I said with full intent knowing we didn't have a condom.

He laughed at how much I wanted him. Instead of giving me any inclination of what was to come next, he drug his mouth to my breast, kissing, nipping, and sucking his way to my nipple. When his mouth closed over it, my back arched off the bed and I dug my hands into his hair. It was a delightful feeling to have one of your nipples sucked on and the other breast massaged, meanwhile being rubbed out on your center.

"Harry," I begged while his hands and mouth continued to please me. "Please!" I felt my insides swarming with how much was happening to my body.

His eyes opened and he looked through his long lashes up to mine. His tongue removed itself from my nipple and drug itself down to my opening.

"Where do you want me to fuck you? Right here?" his tongue darted out onto my clit and I swirled my hips wanting him to do it again.

"Yes," I breathed out heavily watching my stomach wave with my uneven breathing and lack of control.

Harry placed his lips over my clit and sucked, and sucked, and sucked until my back wasn't even touching the bed any longer. My toes curled and my knees bent in. Again, he took my legs and held them down until I no longer had any control over my body. The orgasm he created for me shivered through my whole body.