If I Could Fly // h.s.

Chapter 26

A/N : Short chapter but I'm trying like hell to get back into this story so that I can get it completed and then edited. Thank you for your patience and support and love. You are all my own personal rockstars. Love to you and yours <3

I try to stay in full stealth mode as I slowly turn my body so that I am facing the beautiful, sleeping man beside me. Harry must have stripped himself of the rest of his clothes after I passed out a few hours ago. This gives me a small advantage to what I have planned. 

Afraid that he will wake up if I simply try rolling him over, I softly tickle his side with my fingertips so that he begins to squirm in his sleep. It takes a few moments, but he finally turns so that he is on his back. I gently lift the fluffy comforter off of us so that I can sit up to straddle him. I slide a hand down to check and make sure that I'm ready to take him and Jesus Christ. He literally only has to sleep naked beside me and I'm wet as the damn Nile. I position myself so that all I have to do is lower myself onto him. I quietly moan as I slide him into me, reveling in how complete I always feel once he's finally inside me. 

His eyes begin to flutter as I make deep, slow circles with my hips. He whimpers quietly just before coming to. His eyes meet mine and it's all over. Without hesitation, Harry growls as he grabs hold of my hips and flips us both so that he has me pinned down on the bed beneath him. "Good morning, beautiful. I see you found a way to entertain yourself while I was asleep," he smirks before kissing me hard and thrusting deep. When he finally relents, I am left breathless as he continues to plunge himself into me. 

"God, Harry," I moan before biting down hard on his bare shoulder, no doubt leaving marks on his perfect skin. He hisses slightly as he moans and tightens his grip on my body while he literally pounds into me, no doubt bruising my walls. I doubt I'd be able to walk later today. Harry uses his hands to circle around my wrist, bringing both of my arms up and around his neck. I take that as an opportunity to run my fingers through his silky hair, pulling tight on the ends. He slowly rakes one hand down my chest, stopping for a few seconds at each of my nipples so that he could tease them before continuing his trail down my belly and to the throbbing bundle of nerves that lies above where our two bodies are colliding. His other hand caresses my cheek softly before moving down to grip my throat. All of the sensations have me feeling like I am about to combust. "Harry... I'm gonna.." I try to speak but am interrupted when Harry's thumb is thrust into my mouth. I suck roughly as his thrusts become faster and more erratic. 

"Come, Amelia. Now," Harry demands and within seconds, I feel both of our bodies begin to shake as we climax together, both our orgasms literally feeding off of the other. It takes what seems like forever for both of us to come back down from our highs and return to consciousness. 

"God, I love you, woman," Harry sighs into my hair as he pulls me into his side. He lifts my chin with his fingers and kisses me. He kisses me like no one has ever kissed me before... Like I'm the very air that he breathes. 

"Harry, I love you. I love you more than I've ever loved anyone else in this world," I confess. He looks at me with the same adoration his did the first time I said it to him. This time, however, there was something else behind it. There was a raw need in his eyes. 

"This room smells like sex," I say, trying to break a bit of the tension. 

"Well, love, that's what happens when two people can't seem to stop fucking like rabbits," he chuckles. "I'm not going to lie, I'd be happy if we made it our life's mission to make every room we encounter suffer the same fate of this one."

"Cheeky bastard. We can't just go around the world violating perfectly respectable rooms," I smirk while lightly tracing my fingers across the tattoos on his chest. 

"Says who?" He challenges.

"Me," I shoot back. 

"We'll see about that," he smirks, knowing good and well that I'd let him take me on any available surface he so chose. "Why don't you go start a bath and I'll order up some food. We need to refuel."

"Okay, babe," I respond, adding a bit of swing to my hips as I walk into the ensuite. 

"Keep that up and we'll never get clean!" I hear Harry shout as he wraps a sheet around his waist and struts into the lounge to retrieve the hotel menu. 

The rest of our time at the hotel is spent eating, sleeping, and bathing, all while devouring each other on every visible surface the hotel suite has to offer. To be honest, I never really want to leave. We spend the last couple of hours before we check out simply wrapped up in each other's arms on the couch, discussing everything from his upbringing to my favourite songs, and everything in between. Just before we gather our bags and start to walk out the door, Harry leans down and whispers in my ear, "Next time we come to this hotel, you'll have a different last name. That's a promise."