Duplicity [h.s]

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Harry Styles

I awoke to feel daylight blanketing my body and burning my sight. Pinching just my one eye open, I quickly understood I was laying on my large couch. For a moment I was confused on why I was here due to the morning fog in my brain, but as that faded my mind slowly caught up to the fact I fell asleep with Aven here last night.

But where is she?

The first thing I saw was my broken coffee table sitting with two legs snapped on the floor. A quick visual sparked in my brain from me fucking her so hard last night that the table snapped. I remember how little I cared about the furniture when it happened, my mind in a total different world as my body was consumed in her with total euphoria.

Rubbing my puffy wet eyes, I sit up and realize two things. One, there was a green blanket on me that I don't remember falling asleep with. And two, I was alone.

Although I could barely see because of how much Miami light was shining through my towing walls of windows, my mind immediately pondered to why Aven wasn't here. Did she leave? What time even was it?

But my thoughts became dismissed when I heard subtle movement coming from the direction of my kitchen. Still not adjusted to the light, I keep my one eye open so I could see. The kitchen was around the corner though, so it was impossible to see what was going on from here.

Sat up straight and still rubbing my eyes, my feet meet the rug. When looking down I had more immediate images pop in my head from last night. Specifically her body laying across this spot, screaming out my name because she was about to orgasm. Her heavenly eyes wiring shut in mercy as her head tilted back into the rug. I shook my head and pushed the thoughts back, knowing there was other things to worry about.

I stood up in the middle of my apartment, running my hair back. I needed to shower so bad, my roots were getting greasy at this point. The amount of sweat coating my body last night was hell. I cleaned myself up a bit before going to sleep, but now I desperately needed to bathe.

We had such good sex last night though, holy fucking shit.

It was that type of sex that made you want to prolong the journey as much as you could, not just getting to the destination. I remember thinking how I never wanted to cum so we could just keep going all night, which is not like me at all. I have sex to orgasm and that's it. But fuck sakes, last night was a different experience.

I also still couldn't believe it happened, that Aven Brooks let me, a cocky cynical criminal, fuck her. And to top it all over, I let her ride me for a bit too. I couldn't help but go along with it, she was so insanely hot when she took control like that. Feeling her body against mine as he raised herself up and down my cock in a panting mess—it was jerkoff imagery.

I walk towards the kitchen, reaching the dark oak flooring. I was still half asleep, hobbling a little bit because my feet were cold on the air conditioned flooring. Just in my black boxers briefs and shirt, I cross my arms and follow the noises.

Turning the corner into my kitchen, my eyes lay on a visual I didn't expect. Moving around the open room was a sight that could only be described as an angel dancing around in her light steps. Golden hair draping down the back my Pink Floyd shirt that was too big on her short frame. She was full on cooking—a pan sizzling with something on the stove while multitasking bread in the toaster and chopping something on a cutting board. I had so many questions; what was she making, where did she get ingredients I didn't have, how long has she been up, where the hell did she get a cutting board. But regardless I was so distracted by the image in front of me.

Her back was facing me, having no idea I was here watching her leap around the kitchen. It was an odd sight, seeing my kitchen at use. Let alone it wasn't even being used by me, it was being used by a woman. This has got to be a first for me, waking up to the girl I just had sex with making what smells like breakfast.