I knew I shouldn't have done it. What should I have done? Rolled over and went to sleep. Actually deleted his number like I told myself that I would. Simply told him "no." It was never that simple when it came to Harry.
I'm in London for a bit and I need to see you.
It was 11:02 pm. I had just gotten off a twelve-hour work shift before I received the text message but I couldn't ignore him. I didn't get to see him often and any chance that I was able to, I had to take it. Naturally, my fingers typed back the only two words I could string together.
Come over.
It wasn't long before I heard the doorknob turning and the faint pitter-patter of his chelsea boots coming down the hallway. My body tensed up and I swear I stopped breathing for a moment. It had been three months since I'd last seen him. Three long months.
He turned the corner and entered my bedroom, looking as handsome as ever. I felt my heartbeat go awry. He took his boots off and mosied over to the foot of my bed, arms opened. I quickly crawled to meet him, bringing myself up to my knees and hugged him as closely as I could manage.
But we both knew that he didn't come over to hug me.
He gently lifted my chin and locked his tired eyes on mine for a moment before pressing a hungry kiss to my lips. I fell back onto the bed, pulling him down over me, needing the closeness. Harry, however, didn't want to waste time. He never did.
"Need a taste, pet."
His hand slowly made it's way down my body, not stopping until it reached my heat, feeling the already there wetness. It didn't take much for Harry to bring me to the point of needing him.
I gave him permission to continue with a nod and he immediately pushed my legs apart with his knee and brought himself face-to-face with my exposed cunt. He lifted my legs and rested them on his shoulders. I watched him wet his lips, admiring me like a four-course meal.
He began to plant kisses on my inner thighs, watching as the wetness became more apparent. He bit his lip before running a finger over my slit, ensuring that his eyes weren't playing tricks on him. Once he was satisfied, he leaned his head in and ran his tongue along my folds.
He continued to lap at the fleshy pink in a way that only he could. He finally reached a rhythm that he was happy with and he brought his thumb to my clit and started to rub circles over it, bringing me much closer to the edge than I'd anticipated. My legs began to shake and I had to bite my fist to keep myself quiet.
He continued with more vigour than I could handle causing the heat built up in my belly much too quickly. I grabbed a fistful of his hair (much shorter than I'd last seen it, but he still looked so handsome), and couldn't fight back the loud moan. My legs began to shake and my thighs tensed up around his head, my release evident. He didn't stop until my body began to relax.
He gently moved my legs off of his shoulders and lifted his head to look at me. He always liked to see me when I was fucked out. My eyes were heavy, lips slightly parted, breathing erratically. He wiped his chin which was glistening with my juices and brought himself beside me, face-to-face.
"Missed yeh. Always so sweet fo' me."
He leaned in once more to kiss me, pulling me on top of him this time. He deepened the kiss, holding firmly onto my hips. The kisses were needy, we hadn't tasted each other in so long. I pulled the baggy t-shirt I was wearing over my head, the warmth of our bodies becoming too much for me.
He seemed to have the same idea as he sat up, me still straddling his lap, and pulled his shirt off as well. I ran my eyes over his newly exposed skin, spotting a tattoo that I hadn't seen yet. He sloppily pulled his belt off, tossing it across the room, need for me becoming too great. I helped him unbutton his black jeans and pull them down his legs, underwear following behind.
He laid back on the mattress again, pulling me slightly forward and to his lips again. In between the rough kisses, he begged me, "ride me."
I manoeuvred myself above him, taking hold of his rock hard length, sliding the tip of it over my slit. He moaned and bucked his hips just a bit, signalling that he needed to feel me in fullness. I obliged and sank down onto his cock, whining as my body stretched to take him. I rocked my hips, taking him as deeply as I could. His hands flew back to my hips and helped me keep the rhythm as I leaned down to kiss him again.
I needed him. I was in love with him. He knew that I was in love with him. Even though he wasn't in love with me, he made sure that when we were together, he gave me what I needed.
We continued as one, bodies glistening with a thin layer of sweat, exchanging sloppy kisses and shifting to ensure we both stayed as comfortable as possible. He knew that whenever I was on top I would reach completion sooner. He began to once again buck his hips and push himself in deeper each time, completely unravelling me on top of him. I collapsed to his chest, pussy tightening around his cock as I rode out my high, which brought him to his release as well.
He looked at me, moved a strand of hair out of my face, kissed my forehead, and pulled himself out of me. I gently moved off of him with a small whine, knowing what was coming. He gave me a sad smile, got up, and started putting his clothes back on. He sat on the edge of the bed, pulling his chelsea boots onto his feet.
"Can you please just stay tonight, Harry?"
He sighed, probably annoyed with the fact that I asked him the same question every time before he left.
"Can't do that, kitten."
He looked at me, eyes lingering a bit longer than they normally would, and walked over to the door. He looked back at me one last time and whispered "goodnight." Before I could even respond, he was gone. I heard the door quietly close and knew there was no turning back.
We never said goodbye - just really long goodnights. All I wondered was how long we'd stay asleep this time.
