Romancing The Stone [H.S]

CHAPTER 54

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin' ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
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Stella

Burnt orange terracotta sprouted from the night sky relaxing my eyes and indicating morning is at our head. How things have changed from him always being awake if I'll stagger away from my nightmares to me adopting the same habit because I'll never forget myself if he'll be having a terrifying hour and I'll not be there to console him back to sleep. A whiplash of yesterday's memories swirling in my head and a small sheepish smile crept upto to my features on seeing Harry's tie scattered across the floor. I was extravagantly turned on last night when he tied my wrists in an excuse not to hurt my knuckles and he wasn't lying when he announced that he wasn't 'done with me yet' demanding me to suck him off but I teased him to such an extent, bless me, that he tugged me on my feet groaning out of frustration and pushing me against the tall bookshelf to fuck me.

His every action crams me to a release nerve binding than ever before, but him asking for my consent and affirmations's so sexy that I'm a squirming mess in a little of time.

My legs clenching tangled around his  beneath the warm duvets at our filthy love making thoughts, his hard member nudging my butt. Turning my side to face him I advantaged the privacy to admire the prepossesing sight of him sleeping peacefully after two weeks, feels like one of my dazzling canvases which I alwyas refuse to belive's my creation.

He's looking beautiful with the gold fuchsia striking his sharp features, long thick lashes resting on his cheeks, calm breaths making their way through  magenta pout of his heart-shaped lips a cute freckle denning over the top one.
He's the mirror mixture of renaissance painting and kamal-ol-molk's hypernova. An art that has always been out of my finger's reach and heart's understanding.

He moaned in dizziness snuggling his face into my palms when I cupped the flushed cheeks of his, pecking him out of my resistance when he's being that golden just in his sleep.

I giggled against his lips when the head of his cock poked my thigh without his any knowledge, time to repay my teasing.

Kicking the duvet off from our bodies I glided down laying hunched between his legs, the sleepy head writhed moaning planting the soles of his feet flat against the mattress when I pressed his length against his stomach flattening my warm tongue at his base leaving a hot wet patch up till his crown, three shades lighter than his lips.

"Fuck. Sweets." He croaked out with a provocative morning rasp when the tip of my tongue dipped into his slit smudging the silver of his precome, he shuddered physically with vulnerable profanities slipping out of his mouth when my nose and lips brushed his balls then taking his dick in my mouth when it was wet, "Shit. yes baby- I.." with my palms burrowed into the brink of his thighs I sucked him swirling my saliva around his head and moving my head.

"Oh my god- angel m'angel." He fisted the sheets with knuckles squeezing and throat veins showing, yelling out of his haze then moaning uncontrollably when his length prodded the back of throat.

"Yes, bloody hell- keep on goin'. just like this, fuck, knows me so well..." My panties getting damp with the sight of him squirming on our bed, rolling his head on the pillow- in ecastasy. He practically shouted resonating it into a yelp when my hand stroked up his pelvic bone adding the pressure, "fuck don't stop, please." He murmured stuffing his face into a pillow, legs falling and spreading on to his sides like a butterfly when I pop him out from my mouth to breath and the cold air hit his sensitive skin.