Black & White (Colorful Sequel | H.S)|✔️

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H a r r y

Mum's long gone and over the moon about Ellie. She kept insinuating she wants grandchildren soon. I flinched every time she said something along the lines of having our own kids. Eventually, she noticed and interrogated me about it. I explained everything about Ellie's condition and how the odds of her carrying a child are slim to none.

She was heartbroken for Ellie and reassured me that she loves us and whatever we chose to do. I wished Ellie was there with us. I think she needed to hear that.

And now, here we are, tangled up in my bed. Ellie and I, I mean.

I stalkerish-ly stare at her as she sleeps. Her eyes are closed but every once in a while, her lids will flutter as she dreams. The sheets just barely cover her chest. Her creamy skin contrasts with the deep red silk and it does weird things to my dick. Everything about her is soft. I want to trace every inch of her skin.

Fuck it. She's slept enough. Plus it's a weekend so she can nap later.

My lips gravitate to her shoulder. She stirs for a second and I continue to pepper kisses down her arm to her fingertips.

Nothing.

I trace the same pathway up again before reaching the spot under her ear. As soon as my teeth graze the spot her eyes flutter open.

"I thought I was having a sex dream."

I burst into laughter, rolling away from her. Something about this girl is so incredibly captivating and witty.

"We can make it into reality," I say once I've calmed down. I even wiggle my brows for extra effect.

Her eyes slowly trail down my exposed torso before coming back to my face. "Why not."

"Wow. You should try to curb the enthusiasm."

A smirk appears on her lips as she looks at me through her long lashes. "At this point, I assume you want sex all the time. I'm getting used to it."

My brows quirk momentarily until I'm distracted by her uncovered chest, the blanket pooling at her stomach. Every smart retort I have dies on my tongue as I stare at her in her morning glory.

God, she's so fucking soft.

"Harry," she grins. I force my eyes back at her face, even though the task isn't hard. "You know, I'm tired. I'm going to take a shower. Alone."

"Nooo," I say, sounding much whinier than intended. At this point, I don't even care. She deserves to know how desperate I am for her all the time. I even pout to soften her up.

And it works.

"Okay, you can take a shower with me–but no sex."

I scoff, knowing she says this all the time. We always go in there saying we'll keep our hands to ourselves and by the time we're done, the mirrors are fogged up – and not from the temperature.

"We can just cut the time and do it here," I say lazily as my hand touches the soft skin of her stomach. My fingers spread out to cover as much area as possible. Underneath me, she tenses. Sure enough, when I'm looking up at her, she's staring at me through her lashes. "Well?"

"I think," she starts, picking up my hand from her stomach. At first, I think she's going to push me away, but then she boldly redirects me lower and lower until... "You're right."

Her boldness takes me aback for a split second. Then I realize what a fucking turn-on it is and I pounce, my hands all over her.

I can't get enough. She's intoxicating. Normally I get bored of girls fast, hence the large amounts one night stands. But I don't think I can ever get tired of Ellie. Every time we sleep together, I find something new about her, whether it's a reaction or a hidden part of her body.