"Harry.." I trail off, arms gripping onto him, in attempts to hug him tighter. He places a sweet kiss against my neck, sending shivers across my body despite the heat that's risen to the surface of my skin.
"You mean it?" I breathe out, feeling both of our heart beats slowly return back to normal with each other. He lifts his head from the crook of my neck, placing his forehead against mine.
"Course I do, Avery. I haven't been so sure of anything else in my life, other than this. Other than us. Is that okay?" He asks me after a brief moment of silence. I feel my tummy twist and turn, butterflies bouncing around the walls of my body.
"More than okay," I tell him, lightly tracing my fingers over his smooth, muscular back. He smiles at my response, his eyes still reddened slightly, drooping a bit from exhaustion.
"Okay," he gently kisses my nose. I'm not sure if he's going to remember this fully in the morning, and I'm not sure if I will either, but I do know that you don't just say those kinds of things without meaning them. You don't say those kinds of things without having thought them before, without having processed them internally.
"We should probably head in before we fall asleep out here," he suggests, sitting up. I nod while stretching, yawning whilst I do so.
"Are there any paper towels or tissues in here? You've made a bit of a mess," I giggle, squeezing my thighs together a bit more, to prevent anything from leaking out.
"I think I have tissues in my glove box, but here, we can just use this," he grabs a hold of his boxers.
"You sure? I feel bad," I protest, not wanting to get cum all over his briefs. I mean I guess they're already dirty, but still, I feel bad.
"Yeah, love, it's fine. Don't worry, I brought like 4 extra pairs, so I'll be fine," he tells me, and I nod in response.
"Okay, thank you," I tell him, as he starts to wipe in between my legs, cleaning up anything that spills out from me.
"Course, it's not your fault that I made a mess. Well, I guess technically you and your sexy little self did cause me to literally drain my balls, but still," he says in a chuckle, looking up at me with a smirk. I feel my cheeks heat up as I laugh, watching as he finishes cleaning me up, before folding his boxers and neatly tucking them into his bag.
"You're so kind to me. My Prince Charming," I tell him, reaching up to gently hold onto his beautiful jaw and cheek.
"I'll do anything for you, my little lady. I love you endlessly," he mumbles, resting his forehead against mine.
I smile, before reaching my head up to kiss him softly. "I love you, too, my handsome boy, I'd give the world for you." He smiles at this, before kissing me a few more times.
"Are you still feeling good?" Harry asks after we marvel in our little moment, blowing out all the candles and turning off the little fairy lights he has hung up inside the car.
"Yeah, I feel like I'm on cloud 9. How about you?" I say contently, my whole body warm and satisfied. I feel like a big pile of mush right now, all warm and gooey.
"Same here. I feel so good right now, it's been a while since I've been this high," he says while I sit up. He looks so good right now. Freshly fucked, pink tinted cheeks, hair all messy, naked body glimmering in the moonlight. God, I'm really getting into my feels right now, aren't I?
"You're so pretty, Harry," I tell him, sitting back down on my knees. He stops in the middle of doing whatever he was doing, looking at me.
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Destiny | H.S.
Fanfic(MATURE CONTENT) Avery Collins has started her new journey in New York City, in hopes of mending her broken heart. Everything was going fine, until she keeps bumping into one of the most famous rockstars in the world.
