Eucatastrophe ~ h.s.

✗ fifty-one ✗

SHAY

As my body begins to stir awake all I can think about is the events that took place hours earlier, in the darkness of night. For now the fact that Harry is not in bed again and the fact that the smell of food is wafting in the air doesn't take any affect on me. The only thing that's in my mind is Harry and his skillful hands and lips.

"You're blushing like a fool." His words cut through me like a knife whilst I stare up at the ever so interesting ceiling above us.

I don't know what's just taken over me. It could be the fact that I'm far too embarrassed that I can't look at him in his current position or the fact that I'm far too turned on by his current position to allow myself the pleasure of sensual eye contact.

"Of course I'm blushing." I respond, continuing to eye the ceiling. "I am the naked one here."

I try to joke to keep the mood light, or I'm just trying to calm myself before Harry begins to do something that will have me all worked up in moments. His lips meet the top of my thigh before he slowly drags his bottom lip upwards in a slow, torturous way. Then he repeats the same action on my other thigh. I sigh heavily once his lips meet my inner thighs, preparing myself for what's to come.

No other words are spoken in the few moments he's given me to cool the rouge in my cheeks, but the cool doesn't last long before his lips attach to the spot I've been subtly begging Harry to kiss since the start.

My breath hitches in my throat as my hips buck to meet his lips again. Harry's large hands hold my lower half down as to not disturb his expert mouth. My mouth has fallen open in the process and loud purrs leave my parted lips just thinking about the feeling.

"God, Harry!" I squeal, the words sounding almost painful coming out of me. "Oh my God!"

His lips nuzzle the area before his tongue darts out to caress the soft, pink skin. The swirling motion almost sends me tumbling out of control in seconds. My body arches from the mattress as my hands reach out to grab anything to steady myself, anything to keep me from flying off the bed. They settle on the white sheets of our shared bed, the fabric being taken in harshly.

His lips pull away for a brief moment and though I can't seem to look at him I have a feeling he's taken a moment just to take a peek at my face. His hot breath fans over my skin, making my legs jerk. The feeling is torture, pure and utter torture.

He lips return to the area with them nipping lightly at my skin as his curls tickle my bare legs. He begins to the suck at the skin there, making the whine that leaves my lips audible for kilometers.

With little warning his tongue presses flat to the bundle of nerves. My hands release the sheets, only to tangle in Harry's long curls, tugging at them as if it'll somehow help. The small strokes of his tongue has me nearing my edge already, that and the undeniable sexual desire of a pregnant woman. I feel his fingers tickle the skin of my lower abdomen before they too disappear to apply pressure to the area above where his tongue lies.