Rewrite the Stars (A Harry Wells x Reader Insert)

Chapter 3

~Her~

I slowly pushed myself up off of my knees and wandered towards the bathroom to properly clean myself up, but not without shooting Harrison another smile over my shoulder. I loved the look on his face right now, blissful and relaxed; a significant change from how he had been during the rest of the evening while he'd been working.

    I grabbed one of the fluffy white towels and got it damp before cleaning myself up. When I looked in the mirror ahead of me, I saw Harrison standing behind me in the doorway. He had that look in his eye again, the same one I noticed before - where it looked like he wanted to say something, but couldn't get it out.

    "Yes?" I said.

    He took a few measured steps into the room towards me, and I continued to watch him in the mirror, leaving the towel on the counter. His shirt was still hanging open, and he'd abandoned his suit jacket in the other room. I couldn't deny he looked incredibly attractive and the feeling I'd gotten when getting him off was unlike anything else I'd ever experienced, even in my line of work.

He made me hungry for something more. In a way that no other man had before.

    "Would you let me... return the favour?" he asked. I kept having to ask myself if this guy was for real. I guess there's a first for everything?

"You? You want to get me off? Honey, I'm not the one paying, here. You know that, right?"

    "Yes, I know that," he replied, coming to a stop directly behind me and resting one hand on my bare hip. "But I am, and I want to do this for you."

    "You're unbelievable, you know?" I said, trying not to sound quite so incredulous but failing miserably.

    "I guess... other men don't offer this often?" he asked as I spun around to face him, looking up into those blue eyes which were studying me in turn.

    "Try ever." Harrison's hand moved a little lower down my body, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

"What do you say, (Y/N)?" His voice turned quiet. "Will you let me?"

I swallowed, almost at a loss for words. Except for one.

"Yes."

    He smiled at that, taking my hand and backing up out of the room and leading me towards his bed. He had me stand with my back to the bed, the back of my knees just hitting the edge.

Harrison bent down, and placed a kiss to my neck, followed by a couple more across my collarbone and shoulder. I let out a sigh that I couldn't stop, winding one arm around his shoulders and putting my hand in his hair, holding him close to me. He unclasped my bra with such mindfulness, studying me with a look that might have been wonder.

    He gently lowered me to the mattress, eyeing me up still. Why was my heart racing? It never raced on the job. In fact, I hated to admit it, but I was usually robotic when it came to work. But... why did this suddenly not feel like work?

Everything about this man radiated carefulness. The way his long fingers pulled my panties down, the way they trailed up and down my skin. I didn't think I'd ever been touched like this before.

He leant over me, still placing the occasional kiss to my chest as his fingers traced the length of me. I gasped when he pushed one of those dexterous fingers inside of me, and held onto his bicep as he began to work me thoroughly. He was a little hesitant with adding a second and I wondered, not for the first time that evening, how long it had been since he'd last been with a woman in this way.

But when his thumb started to rub my clit, all thoughts flew out of my head. I didn't know how long it would be before I felt like this again, if ever, so I was determined to savour every moment of this.

At one point, I even mewled - yeah, that's right. Mewled. Like a cat in heat. It was such a relief to be touched by a man like Harrison, and not just myself, alone in my shitty apartment, wondering how much longer my life would be this way. But he seemed to make all of that disappear in the moment.

As I started to get close to my release, I curled my fingers around Harrison's wrist, tugging him closer and holding him just where I needed.

"Oh God, Harrison..." I moaned quietly, arching my back as the tightening feeling twisted viciously within me. I was so close, and he knew it, somehow reading my body like I had his and increased the pressure to send me into a state of euphoria. We kept eye contact until I involuntarily screwed my eyes shut and tossed my head back. I cried out, riding this mind-blowing wave. I may have almost forgotten how good that could feel. Harrison waited for a few beats, looking down at me with what felt like fascination.

    "How do you feel, (Y/N)?"

"Amazing..." I said with a content smile, "and grateful."

I hoped that would get across to him what I wanted to say - that he was unlike any other man I'd ever been with and it made me feel special. He was like a breath of fresh air in the stuffiness that was my life and I wasn't sure if I could shut him out when morning came. I let my mind wander as I watched his lips turn up when he looked at me, that maybe after this, he'd want to become one of my regulars, and then tomorrow morning wouldn't have to be goodbye.

Although that seemed an unlikely fantasy.

    "I'm glad," Harrison said, glancing from my eyes to my parted lips, and back up to my eyes again. "I'm going to, uh, shower." It's like he was asking for my permission. I nodded.

    "Okay. Go for it."

    He left me on the king bed and gave me a quick once-over before disappearing into the bathroom. I was pretty sure this suite had a second bedroom, but I couldn't be bothered to move after all that. Instead, I claimed this bed as my own and crawled under the sheets. I'd seen more 'excitement' in a night than this before, plenty of times. But for some reason, I was more tired than I'd ever been, and I let my drowsiness take me.