Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 24

I woke up with Harry's arm still wrapped around me this time. Normally, I would wake up to an empty bed. My eyes flit towards the digital clock on the nightstand that signalled it was eight in the morning; way past Harry's usual time. 

He probably noticed my stirring, as he started to loosen the grip on me and blinking with his eyes sleepily. A low and pained hum escaped his mouth as he turned his head away from the light.

"Fuck." He mumbled, rubbing his eyes. I did nothing but observe him with wide eyes. His hair was a tangled mess, spread over the pillow and his face was puffy. "What time 'sit?" He mumbled again, addressing my presence for the first time. 

"Fuck I'm hungover" He spoke, more to himself than to me. 

"It's eight." I whispered against his skin, before making a move to push myself away from him. I was grateful for him keeping my nightmares away but I didn't want to be too close when he was awake. I felt a blush creep over my cheeks at the thought of yesterday evening. Would he still remember what happened? 

When he had fallen asleep with me tightly in his arms, spooning me from the back, the thoughts had started moving through my head. I was ashamed, of course. But I was also grateful that I was allowed to watch and wasn't forced to do anything. 

I was also angry at myself because I had found it hot. My belly had been tingling and was a traitor to me. There was no denying that Harry had been beautiful, bare and vulnerable as he had reached his high. His dick was huge, however, and he could do a lot of damage with it if he wanted.

I needed to stay on his good side in order not to make that happen. And maybe, when he was in another good or drunken mood, I would have to ask him if he was going to have sex with me anyway, he could be careful. 

"Emma." The sound of Harry interrupted the memories of yesterday. His tone indicated annoyance. He had probably called my name before. I let my eyes fly up to him. My body was still in his arms; he must have stopped me from moving. 

"I told you to kiss me." He spoke raspy, his green eyes piercing into mine. He seemed more awake now. Had I been sunken into my own thought for that long? I shook my head, my lip pulling up a bit at the thought of kissing with morning breath. I didn't move.

"I thought we had a deal?" he tried to bribe me. I was already getting tired of him mentioning the deal every time I didn't listen to him immediately. 

"You should've bought a doll then, not kidnap me." Annoyance running through my body at his words. I had only just woken up and wasn't even over what had happened yesterday, let alone that he wanted more from me today. A frown made its way over his face and he already seemed less hungover. 

"Shut up and kiss me, Kitten." He warned, his tone now ice-cold. My body stiffened, not being able to move at his sharp words. Why did I always make him angry? Why didn't I just behave for my own sake? 

Harry moved, making me flinch. He didn't come near me however, but put his pillow upwards and against the headboard. He sat back against the pillow and pulled on my arm.

"Come sit on my lap." His voice was still warning, making me sigh under my breath but moving towards him this time for my own sake. The air was cold when I left the blanket, throwing my leg over his legs and placing myself on his lap. He seemed content with the fact that I had listened now. 

His hands were on my ass within a second, pulling me flush against him once again. I put my hand against his chest, trying to create a distance between us, but his strong arms locked me in.

"It looks like you're trapped." He spoke, putting his face in my neck and gliding his lips over my sensitive skin. I curled my fingers slightly at the touch, apprehensive of it. 

"Claws away, Kitten." His voice was now longer cold, luckily, so he wasn't angry. I flattened my hand immediately at his words, while his hand tangled in my long hair. He pulled it a bit, making my head turn sideways and giving him easy access to my neck.  He made use of it, of course and started sucking on the skin. His touch made my head spin. 

How did I turn so weak when he touched me like this? His lips moved to my jawline and he scraped his teeth over the curve. I breathed out softly while wrapping my hand in his mess of curls. I had noticed last time that it calmed me down and even distracted me a bit to touch his soft curls. It also gave me leverage, being able to pull on them to make Harry stop doing something. 

I also noticed that it made Harry hotter when I touched his hair, the bulge I was sitting on hardening significantly. He moved his lips from my hairline to my mouth, touching the skin softly but not kissing. The soft feeling made me forget about morning breath totally, closing my eyes at the touch. 

He pushed his lips with more force against mine, kissing me deeply. He opened his mouth, encouraging me to kiss back, which I did. His breath was warm against my skin and his hands were stroking the length of my back, pushing me closer against him. I could feel my nipples stiffing up against the movement of the fabric that brushed the sensitive skin. 

His long fingers wrapped around my hips then, encouraging to move my hips. I shifted up and down a bit, my cheeks flaming red at the action. Harry distracted me soon enough, biting my lip and sucking on my tongue. He was overwhelming, his smell dazzling me, and to be fair he was an excellent kisser. 

The other hand had come up to my shirt, brushing my nipple over the fabric. I moaned against his mouth at the sensation that ran through my body. I could feel him grin against my lips, covering my breast with his large hand. He squeezed it softly, rolling my nipple between his fingers. It made me gasp against his lips, as I kept moving my hips. 

His other hand pushed me down harder on his bulge, breaking the kiss now and letting out the same deep and animalistic moan as yesterday. I could feel his dick pulsate against the thin fabric of my underwear. Not a moment later, a dark stain formed near his waistband.

We were both out of breath from the intense kiss. I looked up at him from under my lashes, the warmth of my cheeks never leaving. He made me let myself go. I had totally gotten lost in his touches. His green eyes were dark, his pupils engulfing almost all of his irises. 

And before I could stop him, a long finger stroked over the fabric that covered my vagina. I gasped, my hands pushing against his chest in shock. 

"You're wet." He spoke, a large smirk making its way on his face. 

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SMUT!!!!! Love it. I wrote several parts that take place in the future. Very excited for you to read it. xx.