Oscillation | [H.S]

Chapter 38

His large hand took my hair in his hand and away from my neck to put his lips against the skin, kissing it softly from behind. I could see myself become alert in the mirror from such a simple touch. He let his teeth graze over the skin, all the way down to my shoulder. 

From there, he stood up straight and pushed himself between me and the bench. He was now leaning over me, his backside resting against the table and eyed me with his lip in between his teeth. His brows casted shadows over his eyes, making them gleam darkly. 

"I love how easy it is to make you look like this." Harry spoke hoarsely while he hook his pointer finger beneath my chin and pushed it up. He bent towards me, putting his lips close to my ear.

"You look ready to take whatever I give you." He whispered, his lips moving against my ear. He pressed a small kiss against the side of my head and followed his way towards my lips, touching the skin of my cheek lightly. Once he reached my lips, he hovered, only a small centimetre keeping us apart. His warm breath made my body shiver. I couldn't help it and leaned towards him so that our lips finally touched. He smirked against them; I was so weak for him.

The hand that had been in my hair pulled on it softly, making my head lean back. I gasped in Harry's mouth which created the opportunity for him to grab my lip between his teeth. He pulled on it a bit before letting it go. Right after, he pressed his lips against mine again, his tongue entering my mouth. I kissed him back hungrily. He was hypnotising me with his touches. 

The indication that I wanted him back made his hands glide beneath my upper legs, lifting me from the bench easily and wrapping my legs around his middle. It made me shriek against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment coaching a dark chuckle from him. I hid my face in his neck, putting a small kiss against the skin. He walked towards the bed with no trouble, laying me down with one arm while the other arranged the pillows in the right way. 

As soon as my back touched the bed, he rolled on top of me immediately and put his hips between my legs. His elbows were planted right next to my head so that he was hovering above me. It was no struggle for him to lean on only one arm and use his free hand to trace my lips.

"They're already so swollen, Kitten. You look properly ruined already." He whispered lowly, pushing his thumb between my lips and down on my tongue. Out of instinct, my lips closed around the digit and I pushed my tongue against his finger. It made his eyes gleam darkly, a deep moan erupting from inside his chest. 

"I want to fuck you." Harry spoke unabashedly while sliding his finger from my mouth. He knew that his dirty talk affected me in some way. It probably worked for him too as I felt his hard dick pressing against me once again. 

Was I ready to go all the way with Harry? With all that had happened? But also with all that had changed? I knew what Harry was capable of, how dangerous he was; both to me and the rest of the world. But more than once he had shown me his soft side. 

If this was what could bring me pleasure and relaxation in such rough times, why wouldn't I do it? The situation was fucked up anyway. Just a break from all that I had to think about. To stop time and feel pleasure only. I couldn't think about my decision much longer with Harry stroking his fingertips over my cheek.

"Emma?" He asked questioningly, pulling me from my thoughts. I remembered the intense moment we were in; the electricity hanging in the air. The words he had just said. His eyes were scanning my face. 

"Harry." Was my only reaction. I could feel the warmth coil in my belly. Physically I was definitely ready, but mentally... Harry must have seen my sudden hesitation and rolled off me. The sudden space around me slapped me into my face harshly. Why did I have to hesitate that long?