A Taste [H.S Fanfiction]

The Fall

Something warm and heavy lay across Harry's chest. He panicked for a moment, fearful someone had broken into his cell. But as he opened his eyes to the unfamiliar bedroom and the soft brown hair laying against his neck, the night's events came rushing back to the forefront of his mind. He sighed with relief, wrapping his arm around her a little tighter.

He had contemplated killing her, having watched her drift off to sleep quickly, he stayed awake and watched her. He memorized the curve of her lips, the length of her eyelashes, the softness of her belly, the bones in her hips. She was very beautiful in his eyes, and he thought she would make the perfect piece of art. But when he brought his hands to her neck, dragging his blunt nails lightly down the jugular vein as it pulsed, he hesitated. 

There was something about this girl that called to him, excited him. 

He was inspired. 

He’d thought about it for a while the night before. He couldn’t put his finger on it, maybe it was the innocence of her. She seemed so sweet, and tasted divine. He wouldn’t mind dipping between her legs once more, just to taste the honey there. 

Ava groaned, a warm sensation filling her belly. She stretched, only to gasp in surprise when she felt a hand lay heavily on her hip, pinning her to the bed. She remembered. The stranger she had brought home. Slowly, she opened her eyes, looking down to see brown tufts of hair jutting out from between her legs where he lay, licking and sucking at her. She reached down, threading her fingers through his hair, hips jerking and fighting against his hold. 

“H….Harry…” she moaned, it was high pitched and desperate. Her toes curling as he reached up, pushing a finger, and then another into her. He fucked her slowly, sucking on her clit while doing so. 

“Good morning love,” he said breathlessly, pulling off of her. He gave her that crooked smile that had made her knees weak the night before, and then dove back in, sucking and licking at her clit hard. She reached up behind her, gripping the headboard so tightly that her palm began to burn.

Harry was unbelievably hard. He could feel the precum dripping down his shaft. He guaranteed, pulling away from her sweet center, before grabbing himself in hand. But before he could get settled between her legs, he was pushed onto his back. 

“My turn,” Ava giggled. She straddled him carefully, grabbing him at the base of his cock. Slowly, methodically, she began to pump him, massaging her thumb over his skin as her hand slid up and down. Harry threw his head back into the pillows, bucking up into her hand. 

“Fuck love….jus’ like that...fuck.” She positioned him at her entrance, gasping and eyes fluttering as she sank down onto him. He stretched and filled her easily, her hands resting on his chest as she began to move. 

She felt so good, Harry couldn’t believe it. He watched as she rubbed her clit against him before sliding up and back down on him. He reached out, grabbing her ass harshly. He didn’t want to hurt her, not really, but he did want her to feel something. He smacked her ass, earning a surprised squeak from her. He took control, moving her ass up and down on him, his eyes never leaving her face. 

“Fuck….so tight on my cock….feel so fucking good.” He fucked up into her, reaching up, he grabbed her throat, pulling her down towards him, his other hand moving to grab at her breasts, squeezing and pulling at them. 

Their mouths collided. It was nothing like the kisses from the night before. These were harsh, nearly cruel. Harry didn’t ask for entrance, he pushed his tongue between her lips, almost as if he wanted to swallow her hole. Ava moaned when his grip on her neck tightened, squeezing at the sides before letting up and doing it again and again.