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His gaze flicks between your eyes and your mouth before he groans and rushes forward, connecting your lips with prudent commitment and humming at the taste. Your tongues caress together in the meager space between your mouths before he closes his lips around your muscle and sucks, pulling away for a breath before using his thumb to tug your bottom lip down against your chin.

You whimper and try to connect your mouths together again but he backs off, "suck me."

His gaze lowers to your breasts as they rise and fall with the movement of your ribcage behind an aroused breath. He drops his mouth to your ear and mutters a single command of 'now' and watches as you sink to your knees, tugging his trousers to the ground and eyeing his firm length.

He gathers your hair into his hands and holds it away from your face and neck, his nails scratching into your scalp soothingly as an act of compelling your movements onward. He hisses when your fingers scratch up his calves and thighs, halting at his pelvis before gripping him in one hand and licking the single drop of precome beading at his slit.

He exhales through his nose at the solitary coy action, keeping his eyes glued to you as you start to pump him in your hand, admiring his girth and the way he curves every so slightly towards his belly button. Before he can bark another order at you, your lips close around his head as your tongue circles him two and then three times before backing off.

Harry sighs and cinches your hair tightly in his fingers, guiding your mouth back to him as a way of asking for more. He doesn't seem like the type of person who would beg or take the submissive hand with any sort of physical encounter and as time and comfort evolve, you wonder if you could get a place of taking control of your sexual escapades with him.

"Look at me when you take me." His voice is a quiet roar in his chest, his eyes are ice and fire when you follow his direction and hook your gaze into his face. He seems collected and serene; the only indication of his arousal is the thickening cock in your hand and when you wrap your mouth around his head and begin sinking, his lips form a circle and his chest inflates with breath.

You allow him to take the lead and lower your head to his base, the tip of his cock bumping against the back of your throat before you suction tightly and begin to bob. He remains fairly quiet aside from quickening breaths and the jump of his stomach, his heart squeezing when you pull back and smile at him to convey your indulgence.

You reach up and pry his hands away from your head, ignoring the beginnings of his protesting as you weave your fingers through his and kiss the inked cross between his knuckles. You can see his shoulders visibly relax at your gentle and loving movement, his thumb brushing against the back of your hand intimately.

Your fist strokes him in long strides before pushing his length against his stomach, your nose nudging his balls as you lick the belly of his cock from base to tip. He cries out when you lock eyes with him without him telling you to, taking him halfway and using your hand on the rest. Your stomach twists and your core clenches at his feeble blubber, curious as to whether or not you could invoke louder and more inflamed noises.

You close your eyes and hum to send vibrations through his thickness and to his stomach, removing your hand and digging your fingernails into his backside to push his pelvis closer and bury his cock to the brim. His jaw drops as a moan snakes out, his toes curling into the grass by your knees as your nose pushes into the prickles of hair at his center.

He's never had a woman take his entire length before and with such heart and enthusiasm, the pull of your cheeks around his cock persuading his orgasm to the brink. He licks his lips and tries to overcome the tremble in his knees, his hands tangling into your hair again but this time for balance rather than control.