Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 47

What's the difference if it's all good
What's the difference if I'm all tied up now~Shaed
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The walls of threshold absorbed the scene of our intimate make out session, our breaths leaden with lust, want and our libidos uproaring tides of desire in the storm of inclination from making us tumble way far. The whole drive was nothing but garroting me with electrifying unsatisfied appetite with her hands seamlessly sneaking to leave sparks of her touch over my thigh's flesh only to hover inches above my throbbing centre and never reaching to touch me, her tender touch that causes my knees to buckle and lungs to erupt animalistic sounds. The tip of my nose trailed from her protruding collarbones to the soft underbelly of her chin tilting it to have an alluring view of her face. Nibbling onto the creamy, cushiony muscles shelling her jaw bone and her fingers weaving into my wind of hair swirling a ringlet. My belly coiling and biceps outstretching as her supple finger pads were squeezing them hard nails clawing in reaction to my teeth caressing and pawing the hilt of her jaw, "Harry..I'm hungry, please" Her attire now loose from our rough desire to reach out for eachother exposing her chest insatiably making it irresistible for me to fondle them in my large palms, smirking m'brows rocketed my tongue itching to play around with her.

"I know baby.. I know, but we gotta wait for delcious things" She smacked my shoulder whining as my hands slided from her hip-bone to spinal chord pulling her to saturate any distance between us. Sponging an inviting peck against her lips while my thumb and enclosed middle stroked her elbow delicately sensing the tremor of nerves beneath. "Was kidding HoneyBaby let's eat.." She grinned placing her wet lips upon my cheek surging warmth to every tissue of my body but I groaned naughtily, a gasp flying outta her pretty mouth when my hand smacked her bum. She looked every where to see if anyone was in the house, I'm so glad we were alone. I'd crumble if this'll keep happening and that I'd be forced down not to be around her, thought of us moving into a same place roaming around my mind. Waking up only to be cacooned around her as the first mellow twilight dawn raises upon us, our own cat purring along us, me making her breakfast while she rewards me with her lips, before I could indulge in my happy future life her stomp against the matte wood and glares put a full stop to all of it. "Harry heat the steaks. you better not complain if I eat you alive" a chunk of tress fell aside her eyes hiding it's gleam of hazel specs in those, a pout forming on her already swollen lips at my words "I'd love that.. would ye' tell me afterwards how I taste like?" She was about to do all the chore herself but m'arms instantly wrapped around her pulling her back causing her to kick vainly. "Kay. Let's fill our bellies, lemme put plates then we're all done"

"They're heating meanwhile I should change-" She turned to her balls but my hand was quick to wound around her elbow pulling her back softly to thud against m'chest. "No. Please keep.. wearing it while we eat, please it's too early" my eyes didn't get tired of pastel contrasting her plum skin, and I wanted to soak the look in my mind till it doesn't get erased voluntarily. "But it would get stained-" she murmured questioningly gazing up at me from her dress. I know she wouldn't let a single patch of grease to touch the fabric else her etiquettes boundaries would be disappointed more than that she loves to treasure up things I give her, but to assure her my lips sponged her hairline trailing to kiss her eyes then the tip of her cute nose. "It wouldn't. Poor steaks are screamin at us, they need to visit our tummies" she giggled and I dont think so I've ever listened such a pleasing sound, her voice's like the dribbling honey from the pot, syrup drooling from the candied icecream, soothing me exactly like the sweep of chocolate oozing outta my favourite brownies. Hastily she kissed my jaw when my arms guided her to sit on the chair, kissing her head for last time I sat infront of her. A smirk itself appearing when her mouth parted looking dry and cheeks shading pink as my knee brushed her inner thigh, ankle enfolding around her's. She looked utterly cute chewing with her closed mouth politely, lips scrunching as she does.