Sweet Creature

Chapter 61*

July 2017~
Gen's POV~

"What do you mean my turn? I'm the one that tried to- oh fuck." I'm cut off by Harry licking up my slit.

My hands go to his hair as he runs his tongue tortuously slow up and down my opening. My eyes roll back and my back arches off the bed as he gently laps at my clit before wrapping his lips around it and sucking. He slides a hand from my thigh before I cry out as he adds a finger to his assault on my vulnerable core.

I feel the cold metal of his rings against my flesh as he slides another finger in. My grip on his hair tightens and my body tenses up as I reach the cusp of my high.

But suddenly he pulls his lips and fingers from me leaving me a writhing mess. I huff in frustration and look down at him only to see the green eyed cheeky devil grinning at me from between my legs.

"Harry what the fUCKKKK." I squeal as he plunges his tongue as deep as it could possibly go while thumbing at my clit.

I was screaming his name as he ravages my soaken core.

Fuck that tongue and the sinful things it can do.

My breathing labors as I'm brought to the cusp once again but this time it all comes crashing down as I experience the best orgasm of my entire life. Harry laps up my juices before leaning over me and resting his head on my chest.

"Well if I had known you were that good with your tongue I would of sent you down there ages ago." I tease with a big grin.

"I actually haven't done that in over 6 years." Harry's reply shocks me.

"Why not?"

"To me it's almost more intimate then sex, I'm using my mouth for it, the same thing I use to kiss you and give words of affection with." He explains thoughtfully.

Holy shit he is something else.

"I would tell the women I was with that I don't do that up front, I mean I was fine if they didn't suck my dick so equal rights ya know?" Harry explains further, I can't help but feel a tinge of jealousy thinking about other women he's been with. I mean I've had my fair share of one nighters too I guess but I don't know know how I feel.

Territorial maybe?

"Hey, you're the only one for me and now that I've gotten a taste...." Harry says trailing his lips up my neck to my earlobe. "I'm never letting you go." He whispers before launching a tickle attack on my sides.

"Harry!!! I hate being tickled." I squeal bringing my knees up and shoving away from him. He stops me and hovers over me.

"But I love hearing you laugh baby." He coos before kissing me passionately and resting his weight on me.

We lay there in each other's arms for what feels like forever. Fingertips caressing skin softly, lips working together lazily.

Harry looks up at me with an uncertain look in his eyes. "So you really don't remember anything from last night? Like erm anything I said?" He asks.

"No, why?" I inquire.

"Oh erm, no reason."