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14.

You laid close and woven together until the first bullfrog croaked at sundown, Harry kissing your neck until you awoke and attaching your lips together after a soft-spoken greeting. Both of you moaned into the embrace and you were beginning to feel your skin prickle at his authorized sounds of enjoyment. His fingers tangled into the hair by your cheek before pushing you onto your back, whispering an inquisitive 'can I have you?'

He rolled your body on top of his following your permissive nod, keeping your torso hidden within your borrowed shirt before sinking your heat around his length. He sat up and held you close, wishing to be as dominant and hostile with you as he usually is, but making the conscious decision to hold back based on your injuries.

He bared his teeth and scraped them against the elongated line of your neck as you moaned towards the setting sun, his fingernails working their way into the skin of your hips to draw broken blood vessels to the surface. He slowed the movements of your pelvis, lifting his hand to deposit a resounding spank to your bottom when you tried to rock forward without his permission.

The feeling of you clenching your muscles around him tightly urged his pleasure on, the  air penetrated by the crackle of his broken voice simply stating your name to gather your attention followed by the demand that you call his name when you come. He sunk his thumb into your mouth and told you to suck like you would his cock, dragging your bottom lip down with the pad of his finger before lowering it to your sensitivity.

He rubbed tiny harsh circles onto your swell until you released around him and slumped against his sturdy body, his nose and mouth pressing against the base of your throat as he joined you in bliss. He grunted and squeezed his eyes shut at the feeling but you wanted more from him, hooking your knuckle under his chin and lifting his gaze to you as he finished.

His half lidded eyes scanned your face before a whine leaked from his contracted jaw, both of his hands smacking your bottom once more before grasping the skin and moving you along his thickness to extend his pleasure. He hadn't realized that you were still sensitive and in turn, the friction on your bud against his pelvis caused you to wane once again.

He shouted a curse at the intensity of your second round, mumbling into your hair that you were a dirty bird but thoroughly reveling in the sensations of your core loving him and your ability to let go so comfortably. When the fog burned off he chuckled in disbelief at your performance, groaning and uttering profanity and praises as he pulled you down to collapse into the sheet below him.

His belly rose and fell with exhausted breath, the distended skin pressing against your stomach with each full inhale as he allowed a smile to capture the entirety of his features. You committed the moment to memory, sweeping his hair from his face to announce your need to be home before dark.

He wanted to stomp his foot and roar, kidnap you and throw you onto the back of his horse before tearing across the desert with nothing but a guitar on his back and dirt at Charlotte's heels, but he knew that his entire purpose for being in America was mere miles away and he couldn't abandon the promise that he made to his mum and his sister so many months ago.

You could tell by the stoic look on his face that he enjoyed your company as much as you did and hated to bring the evening to a close. You lowered your mouth to his, whispering an empty promise of one day being able to spend the entire evening together before you sealed your affirmation with a kiss. He reached up and cupped both of your cheeks to keep you close, not muttering a single syllable but still communicating his appreciation for your sentiment with his mouth.

You watched Harry silently gather the clothing you washed for him before packing it up in his bag, nodding his head in the direction of town as a gesture for you to head back without him. You slipped your dress onto your body and tucked his shirt under your arm, checked your pocket watch and pressed your lips together in disappointment before settling in with the information that it was time for you to return to your miserable life.