opia [h.s au]

Chapter 13

The car drive back to my apartment passed like a lightening before my eyes and at the same time seemed to take forever.

Every red light we stopped was like a resistance test. My stomach fluttering non stop to each and every one of Harry's touches. He kept his right hand firmly on my thigh the entire way, going higher and higher until his hand was under me skirt and dangerously close to my core.

At first I tried to stop his hand, afraid of him getting too distracted while driving but the way my breath was shallow and hurried was enough to prove Harry the barrier I was trying to keep up was a bluff. I tried to keep my breath stable while I felt the warmth of his hand sending shivers all over my body, and when he reached the top of my leg, his fingers ghosting past the elastic band of my underwear I couldn't help but actually whimper.

My stomach muscles contracted like crazy when Harry squeezed the top of my tight, groaning lowly at my side, his index finger brushing over the delicate fabric of my lacy panties.

"f**k" He hissed under his breath when I shut my legs close, trapping his hand between my thighs, the expectation just too much for me to bear "Can't wait to rip those panties out of you, love" His voice was even raspier and deeper, heavy with desire.

I sighed in relief as soon as Harry parked the car in front of my building and I can't even

begin to explain how hard it was to be trapped with him and Mrs. Wilson inside of the elevator. What the f**k an 80 year old would be doing at midnight in the elevator besides of c**k blocking me?

"Good night, Mrs. Wilson!" I squealed in a high pitched voice and she just winked back at me before giving Harry a once over and giving me the f*****g thumbs up as she stepped out of the elevator, to which Harry chuckled so hard for I second I thought he would choke.

Now I'm standing in the middle of my living room, Harry just a few steps from me and the s****l tension is so heavy we could cut it with a knife, however it's like both of us are waiting for the other to take the first step. The anticipation of what is about to happen is just too overwhelming and my brain is malfunctioning over it.

We left the pub in a hurry and exchanged rushed touches in the car but now that we are both alone in my apartment is like there's an invisible pressure above us, almost as if the expectation is so high we are afraid of being disappointed by reality. Harry takes his suit off, throwing it away nonchalantly and standing with his light blue shirt and black pants, looking even sexier than before.

"C-Can I get you some water?" I stutter, looking to my feet "Or maybe a glass of wine?"

"No, thanks" Harry smirks, taking a step towards me with the same confidence he is always wearing as an armour. Guess I'm the only one nervous here.

He stops walking when his body is just inches from mine, ghosting his big hands up my arms to my shoulders, lingering them in my neck for a split second before snaking one to the back of my neck and cupping my face with the other. "You're so f*****g gorgeous" Harry praises in a low whisper, leaning forward to nuzzle his nose against mine.

"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen" He continues, now darting his nose to my cheek, his warm breath tingling on my skin while he hums in a low tone until he reaches my ear.

I take a sharp breath when I feel his wet tongue sneaking from his mouth to my neck, leaving wet kisses and kitten licks on the thin skin under my ear, my entire body trembling in expectation and need. "You drive me crazy" Harry whispers in my ear, sucking the soft flesh of my earlobe between his teeth and giving it a light bite.

I'm completely taken aback by how gentle is his touch, his overwhelming presence seeming to fill the entire room, the intoxicating smell of his cologne making my head dizzy with desire and I want to kiss him, every inch of him, I want to feel him all over my body.

The hand he was using to hold my neck hovers down my body, ghosting over my shoulders and my breasts, making my breath even shallower as I try to cope with those light touches that somehow are just as exciting as if they were firm.

His hand trails over my stomach and he snakes it around my waist, suddenly grabbing it roughly at the same time the hand that was cupping my cheek grips tightly around my jaw and Harry looks at me under heavy eyelids, hissing lowly and I can see his blown up pupils, making his beautiful green irises almost disappear.

"Wanna taste you so bad" Harry groans, now ghosting his lips over mine, the softness of this touch contrasting with the roughness of his grip on my waist and jaw. "M'gonna make you feel so f*****g good, Billie."

I can't hold the little whimper that falls from my lips, just too aroused to try and keep quiet and the little composure I still had fades away when he crashes his lips against mine, molding his mouth to mine and groaning lowly with the contact.

There's no gentleness in this kiss. It is sloppy, wet, horny. Harry slips his tongue inside of my mouth almost forcefully to which I'm eager to oblige, welcoming this wet tongue and the minty taste of his mouth as he explores every inch his tongue can reach.

The way he kisses is so intense I need to rest both my hands on his broad shoulders in order to find some support, I feel like I'm melting and if I don't hold into something my body will be a hot mess pooling around his feet in no time. Little whimpers and groans escapes from my lips and Harry drinks them all, kissing me hungry and eagerly and I know I'll never be kissed like that by anyone else. Only Harry is capable of turning a kiss into a f*****g masterpiece.

He breaks from my lips briefly and attaches his mouth to my neck, biting and licking the skin from under my ears to my collarbones, slowly and intently as if he is tasting every inch of my skin and I squirm under the feeling of goosebumps running down my spine.

Feeling a little more like myself without his kiss to scramble my mind like a damn smoothie blender, I tangle my fingers on his soft curls, pulling the roots eagerly and Harry bites my neck in response, the sharp pain seeming to connect straight to my already throbbing core.

Harry's hand travels over my body, squeezing, grabbing and palming every inch of flesh he can reach, almost as if he doesn't know where to keep them. Suddenly he finds the hem of my dress and in a long, swift motion he takes it off of me, taking a step back just enough to slip the fabric over my head and toss is away, looking at me with hungry eyes.

I'm glad I bought this lacy lingerie today, the way Harry is looking at me is enough to make me a puddle of nerves, it is worthy of every penny I spent on it.

"You look amazing" He praises, biting his lower lip as he takes in my appearance, looking at me so intently is like he is registering every inch of my skin, burning the image into his mind and for once I don't feel the need to hide my body, the way he is looking at me making me feel confident and beautiful.

"It's a new pair of lingerie" I groan, my voice raspy with desire.

"Wasn't talking about the lingerie, love" He smirks, his hands grabbing my waist firmly as he pulls my body against his again and kissing me even more hungrily than before.

Suddenly both of his hands goes down to my behind and he grabs my ass greedly, his fingers hovering under the fabric of my panties and I whimper, biting his bottom lip and sucking it inside of my mouth to caress his soft flesh with my tongue and I feel his chest vibrating with a loud, hoarse moan, the sound connecting straight to my heat.

I let go of his hair and hover my fingers through his back until I reach the hem of his shirt, sneaking both my hands under it and feeling his warm skin shivering under my touch, the muscles of his stomach tensing and jumping as I use my nails to scratch the surface of his skin. I pull my hands from under his shirt and with trembling fingers I start undoing the last few buttons of his shirt and pulling the fabric away from his body eagerly.

Harry breaks from the kiss, taking a step back as he helps me get rid of his shirt and I lay my eyes on his bare chest, the vision itself capable of setting my on fire even more.

His skin is tittered with tattoos, all of them are black and beautifully designed, creating some kind of harmony that is beautiful and chaotic at the same time and he looks like a f*****g work of art.

"You're so f*****g hot" I purr, getting in the tip of my toes to attach my lips to the hot skin of his neck, tasting it and proving it avidly, not even a little concerned about the love bites I'm probably leaving behind as I kiss and bite and nip his neck until I reach for his collarbone, the low taunting sound that is escaping his throat encouraging me to continue.

Scratching my nails all over Harry's skin, I go down slowly, leaving a trace of wet kisses all over his shoulders, chest, stomach and the carved v-lines of his lower belly. However when my hands flusters over the hem of his jeans and I pop open the button, Harry grabs my arms forcing my to stand up again, spinning me so I turn my back to him.

"Not so fast, love" He groan in my ear, shoving his body against my back and I feel the hard bulge that is still covered with jeans pressing my behind, his large chest glued to the naked skin of my back.

Harry fists my hand tightly around his hand, pulling my head to the side to gain more access to my neck. He nips and kisses my skin, hissing on my ear while his other hand hovers over my stomach and breasts until I'm whimpering with desire once again.

"Wanna taste you so bad" He groans, letting go of my hair and suddenly grabbing both my breasts with his large hands, starting to massage them gently and I pant loudly, completely unable to hold it in any longer.

His palms travels down my stomach to the top of my tights and my breath gets even shallower when he flutters his fingers over the lacy fabric of my panties for a quick second before he buries his blunt nails on the front of my tights, pulling me back while grinding his hips against my ass, a taunting moan escaping his lips.

Harry spins me again, crashing his lips to mine and kissing me forcefully and feels like a fever is sparkling over my lower belly and I squirm under his touch, feeling like every single one of my organs are melting inside of me. I hook my arms around his broad shoulders, looking for some kind of support and I grind my hips against his almost subconsciously, needing to relieve the throbbing tension on my core.

Harry hums approvingly inside of my mouth, sucking my bottom lip shamelessly, one of his hands fisting my hair again as the other travels down my back until he takes a vice grip on my behind, squeezing the flesh roughly and I feel another jolt of excitement shooting straight down my spine to my core as he pulls my head back by my hair harshly, ripping my lips away from his and I let out a loud moan.

I would never admit that to him, but I'd never had this kind of rough interactions before. With Sam everything was smooth, gentle and even at the high points of our experiences together, his touch was soft and careful. I'd never knew how much exciting being manhandled this harshly could be but truth is I'm enjoying this very, very much.

Harry's lips attacks my neck again, biting the soft skin and I'm positive tomorrow I'll have love bites all over my body, but right now I don't f*****g care. His teeth scratches my skin and he hums approvingly on my neck, shoving my body with his to make me step backwards until my back hit the cold wall of the living room.

In a swift movement, Harry hovers me up, pinning my against the wall and I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist, feeling the growing bulge inside of his jeans pressing my core as he grinds his hips forward, pressing them impossibly close. He catches my lips again and now our kiss is sloppy, hungry and even messier than before.

One of his hands are still greedly gripping the flesh of my behind as the other one travels up my body until he wraps it around my neck, giving it a gentle squeeze that makes me break from the kiss in order to catch a breath, groaning loud.

"You taste so f*****g good" He hoarsely praises, ghosting his lips over mine, his eyes pinned on mine "I wonder if your cunt tastes as good as your mouth."

I widen my eyes over his dirty words and he chuckles, giving my a chaste kiss on the lips before giving my ass another rough squeeze, his pupils dilating even more and I whimper, biting down my bottom lip.

"Think is time for me to find out" He hisses, suddenly hovering me up and walking towards my room with such ease one might think I weight nothing at all.

Harry enters my room and sits on my bed. I'm still grinding over his body like a damn chimp and as soon as we're seated, I start shuffling on his lap, circling my hips against his centre in order to try and find some relief before I literally combust from so much excitement. However, he pins my body down with his large hands resting on my hips, making me stay still.

"Get up." He orders, his voice raspy and demanding. My body jolts from his lap, standing up in front of him even before my mind could understand what is happening and I'm taken aback of how easy it is for me to follow an order that came out from his lips.

Harry gives me a once over, his eyes hungrily taken every detail of my body until they pin on my own again and once more I feel like I'm drowning to him. He hovers his hands up, grabbing my waist roughly and slowly rolling them down my body until he stops on my hips. He grabs my behind harshly and my stomach flutters when I feel his fingers snuggling on the lacy fabric of my panties.

Harry continues to look intently to my eyes, biting down his bottom lip while giving me the dirtiest smirk I've ever seen as he slowly starts rolling my panties down, his large hands pressing hard against my ass, them the back of my tights. He leans forwards, his eyes still glued to mine as he gives me open mouthed kisses and nips on my belly, his hands now on my ankles, the lacy fabric of my underwear now pooling around my feet.

I step out of it, my eyes glued to Harry as if I'm paralyzed, and I watch as he finally releases his bottom lip from his teeth, sticking his tongue out and wetting his now swollen up lips.

In a swift motion, again remind me of a feline, Harry stands up, snaking one of his arms around my waist and spinning my body quickly, throwing me to the bed. I bounce and a little squeal leaves my mouth when by back hits the soft mattress and Harry kneels at the ground in front of me.

"Open your legs". He says, again using the demanding tone of voice he did before and I oblige instantly, exposing myself completely to him.

"f**k" Harry hisses, his eyes now pinned to my core "You're a f*****g masterpiece".

I feel his calloused hands traveling up my tights and my body squirm under his touch, the anticipation of what is about to happen almost too much to bear. Harry kisses the inner part of my tights, ghosting his fingers over my core and I moan loudly, almost feeling ashamed of how aroused I am even before he actually touches me.

"Damn you're so ready, baby" He groans, finally touching my center and my back jolts from the mattress with the feeling.

It's been a f*****g year since someone other than myself touched my intimacy and damn it why did it have to take so f*****g long? This feeling is amazing.

Harry moves his finger tortuously slow, collecting the arousal that is pooling between my legs and licking his lips before looking up and pinning his eyes on mine. "You got my mouth watering, love" He praises and before I could think of anything to answer him, he dive his head between my legs and I actually squeal.

I feel as his tongue meets my core, moving in a constant rhythm of salacious movements, up and down, from side to side and it's impossible to keep my body still, my hips unconsciously moving along with him.

Harry continue to attack my centre with his tongue, drawing intricate designs around the throbbing knot of nerves on my c**t, slurping and kitten licking it as if he is a starving man and I'm his last meal.

I feel like my insides are melting and shattering at the same time, feeling impossibly good under his salacious movements between my thighs and doesn't take long til my legs starts shaking, the knot in my stomach impossibly tight trying to undo and release the wave of pleasure I know will strike me soon.

As if reading my mind - better yet, reading my body, Harry hums against my heat, using both his hands to spread my legs even more and I feel when his index finger ghosts over my entrance. I whimper loudly as he inches his digit forward, slipping his finger inside of me and my wall tightens around his finger when he starts moving it in and out at the same pace his tongue continue to melt my mind straight from my c**t.

"You gonna c*m in my mouth, sweet girl?" He rips his lips from my c**t to hoarsely ask, slipping another finger inside of me and increasing the pace of his movements.

I only pant in response, completely unable to form any words right now.

"Answer me." Harry demands, his voice sounding lower and raspier.

"Y-Yes" I whimper as my legs starts to shake even harder and the knot in my belly slowly begins to untie.

"Good." I look to him only to see the smug smirk cracking his lips before he attaches his tongue to my c**t against, slurping and sucking it in a mix of gentle and rough movements and it doesn't take longer before the wave of pleasure hits me hard.

"Oh, fuc-- Harry... Jesus!" I scream, my entire body shaking under his touch and it's like a rubber band snaps inside of me, sending my mind over the clouds and I can't even describe how f*****g blissful it feels.

Harry's tongue continue to caress my core, riding me along my orgasm with salacious movements and loud groans, almost as if making me feel good pleasures him just as much as receiving it.

"Such a good girl" He praises, standing up from the ground and hovering up the bed to lay by my side.

My entire body is still shaking and I can't find it in me to even move, my mind still numb with the world wrecking orgasm he just gave to me. Think I've never came so hard in my entire life, but maybe that's just because it's been so f*****g long since I received oral sex... And even before Sam and I ended things, he wasn't that good at it anyway.

Harry acted as if my v****a was the most amazing delicacy in the world, tasting me and drinking in every little noise and movement my body made. I've never felt so desired.

I finally manage to rip my eyes open only to find Harry's amused gaze already locked to my face. "Still thinks s*x is boring?" He asks  with a smug smile.

"Oh shut up" I roll my eyes, playfully slapping his arm and he chuckles.

I turn to my side in order to be facing him and I'm baffled with how beautiful he looks right now, his lips swollen up in a cherry-pink colored tone, flustered cheeks and his long hair is a mess. He is laying on his back at my side and I take advantage of his position to explore his chest and abdomen with the pads of my fingers.

I outline the design of the butterfly that is tatted over his stomach, the black and white drawing seeming realistic and poetic at the same time. Harry inhales a sharp breath when I run my fingers down on his skin, now outlining the ferns on his lower abdomen, right above his hips. I watch as goosebumps rises all over his skin and he bites down his bottom lip, looking at me with heavy eyelids and desire on his gaze.

A sly smile breaks on my lips and I continue to caress his soft skin with my fingers, now hovering my hands over the bulge on his jeans that looks uncomfortably tight. Harry hums low when I palm his d**k over the jeans and I feel my stomach dropping for how hard he feels against my hand.

I sustain my body on my elbows in order to be able of using both my hands, sliding down the zipper of his pants and shoving them down along with his boxers, feeling too f*****g eager to try and torture him. Harry sighs in relief when his d**k is set free, resting on his belly, hard as a rock, the veins popping out under the thin velvet skin and now it's my turn to feel my mouth watering with the vision. I palm him harder, wrapping my hand around him with a tight grip and slowly start to move my hand up and down, Harry's shallow breath and constant pants encouraging me.

"f**k, your hand feels so good" He purrs in my ear, one of his hands attaching to my right breast.

My stomach flutters over the sound of his voice that is thick with pleasure and once again I feel my insides melting, the eagerness I was feeling before hitting me hard again, almost as much as if I hadn't just came on Harry's mouth.

"Kiss me."  He demands, fisting my hair and guiding my head up to meet his lips halfway.

As soon as our lips touch again, Harry yanks me, rolling over my body easily and crushing his mouth to mine with so much force it knocks all the air from my lungs.

I let go of his d**k and tangle my fingers on his long hair that is starting to get damp with sweat and he pants inside of my mouth when I bite down his bottom lip, applying as much pressure as I can manage without actually hurting him. He kisses me with so much hunger I feel like I'm the first meal he have after a long time of starvation. His tongue laps and swirls around mine and his mouth tastes so sweet it has my mind spinning in record time.

I groan inside of his mouth when he grips his hips down on me, the silky skin of his d**k caressing against my lower belly.

"f**k, I can't get enough of you" He moans while kissing me, wrapping one of his hands around my neck and grabbing it firmly, making my head stay completely still as he attacks  my mouth with his and it's like he is scrambling my mind along with it.

I feel dizzy, completely intoxicated by his touch and the scent of his cologne, the weight of his body over mine and how warm the air is around us. He is holding me still under him, his tongue now outlining my lips before he bites them down, sucking my bottom lip inside of his mouth and I groan loudly.

"You feel so f*****g good" Harry praises, his other hand pressing the clasp of my bra, which is in the front and releasing my breasts. He grabs the right one, rolling my hard n****e between his thumb and index finger and I moan so loud it almost turn into a scream.

"You like being touched like that?" He asks, biting his lower lip and rolling my n****e once again, watching my face intently as I squirm under him, closing my eyes shut with the sensation. "Hmm, aren't you a sensitive girl?" His raspy voice seems to have a connection straight to my throbbing core and when he rips his mouth from mine just to attach his lips around my left n****e, sucking it hard, my back jolt from the mattress by itself, my breasts on full display as he grabs them and licks them with hunger.

"Harry... Please" I don't even know for what I'm begging for, but he got me like a puddle around his feet, I'm at his completely mercy right now, can't think straight, can't move, I'm just capable of feeling him and what he is doing to my body.

"Please what?" He asks and I can hear the smug inflection on his voice, but I don't f*****g care.

"f**k me" I groan, pulling the roots of his hair in order to make his lips crash against mine again. Seems like I'll never get enough of him.

Our breathes as frantic, heaving out of our noses and mixing with gasps and groans, playing the most perfect symphony as we mindlessly grab each other and pull each other with force. I don't even feel the need to breath, Harry is my f*****g oxygen right now, I only need him, all of him.

Ripping his mouth from mine, Harry bow down on the bed, using one of his knees to open my legs wide and I watch as he leans down to quickly grab a condom from the back pocket of his jeans, which are pooling at the foot of the bed. Biting down my lip, I can't take my eyes off of his hands while he skillfully rips open the package and rolls down the condom on his length.

He is big. Way bigger than Sam and however I know size doesn't matter, the aesthetics of it still makes my insides clench.

After putting on the condom, Harry leans over me again, his lips folding to mine in a gentle kiss with no tongue, just our lips brushing against each other for a lingering moment. He them rips his lips away from mine and squeezes them against my neck, lapping around my skin and his big hands clamps on my hips, hovering me up.

Harry uses his knee to spread my legs open, now pinning his green gaze to my eyes. I feel the his tip teasing up and down my aroused folds and Harry hums, his eyes never leaving mine.

"You're soaking wet, baby" He praises, leaning down to give me another lingering kiss in the mouth. "So f*****g wet for me..."

With that, he inches forward, filling me slowly and I need a second to adjust myself around his hard c**k, my walls gripping tightly around him.

"Oh my--- f**k" I whimper, biting my bottom lip with the sensation of having Harry inside of me, our centers connecting almost poetically and it amazes me how our bodies seems to fit to each other, it's almost unbelievably good.

"f**k, you feel like heaven" Harry groans, starting to slowly move in and out of me and suddenly I'm groaning loudly, too overwhelmed to keep it quiet.

He increases the pace of his movements until it reaches a steady rate, slowly going in and out of me while panting over me and I whimper, wrapping my legs around his hips to bury him inside of me deeper and he smirks.

I tangle my fingers back to his hair, pulling the roots to expose his neck to me, nipping and kissing the heated skin while I swirl my hips against him, trying to spur him on and he growls loudly at my actions, pushing his hands under my behind and lifting my body to angle my body.

He draws back, pulling almost all of his length out just to snap forward roughly. He does it one, two, three times until I'm literally screaming under him, his rapid strokes dragging the soul out of my body and I can't contain the way I'm groaning under the weight of his body.

"You feel so f*****g good" Harry groans and my jaw goes slack when I roll back my head, arching my back to receive his harsh thrusts against my core as they become quicker and sloppier.

"f**k, Har-... This is.. God" I stutter nonsense words, overwhelmed by the way he is moving in and out of me.

Untangling my fingers from his hair, I grab his shoulders forcefully, sinking my nails to his skin to try and find some steadiness, wild moans escaping from my throat. Harry suddenly stops moving, drawing back completely and I feel empty with his abrupt action.

"Harry, wha-" I start to complain but before I could end my sentence, Harry spins me on the bed, making me lay on my stomach. I don't even have time to understand what just happened when he yanks me, making me stand in all fours.

A strangled moan escapes my throat when Harry penetrates me again, quickly reaching the same rhythm as before, loud hoarse groans rolling from his mouth and sounding almost animalistic. I'm taken aback with his sudden attack and I can't even think straight, my head dizzy with pleasure and my legs already starting to shake.

I've never came by penetration and I don't think today is going to be the day that happens, but s**t, this feels so f*****g good I don't even feel the need to come, the overwhelming way Harry is f*****g me being enough to cloud my mind and make me feel good.

"I could f**k you til the end of my days" Harry groans, decreasing the pace of his thrusts just a little bit so he can lean over my back and bite my shoulder gently "Could feel that tight p***y of yours f*****g me all day".

I can't think of anything to answer, I'm not that good at dirty talk as he seems to be, so I do the only thing I'm able right now - I moan even louder, thrusting my own hips a little bit in order to try and find the strong, quick pace of his thrusts again.

"You want me to f**k you harder, baby?" Harry asks, his grip in my hips so tight I'm certain I'll have dark circles marking my body tomorrow.

I can't answer, there's no f*****g way I'll be able to say something right now, my brain has turned into mush, my body feels hypersensitive and I'm overwhelmed by how good this feels, never in my entire life s*x felt this amazing.

"I asked you a question." Harry groans, one of his hands letting go of my hips to grab a fistful of my hair and he pulls my head back roughly "Answer me." His voice is demanding again and for some reason it makes my core clench harder around his d**k.

"Y-yes" I blurt out, whimpering a little under the tight grip he has on my hair.

"Yes what? Tell me what you want." Harry demands again, now staying completely still and I swear I can feel his d**k throbbing inside of me, impossibly hard.

I feel my cheeks flustering and suddenly I'm too shy to say what he wants me to. Instead, I thrust my hips against him again, but he backs up his body so there's almost no friction whatsoever. "Tell me what you want, Billie" He says again, his voice sounding deeper and lower and it's a taunting, enerving sound but instead of feeling intimidated I feel even more aroused.

"I-I want you to..." I pant, leaning down a little so I can support the upper part of my body on my elbows instead of my wrists "I want you to f**k me harder" I shut my eyes close as the words leaves my mouth, feeling exposed and vulnerable but for some reason that just seems to add more to my exhilaration.

God I'm gonna need to see a therapist after this.

With no warnings whatsoever, Harry pushes his length impossibly hard inside of me again, regaining the fast pace of harsh thrusts and I scream in pleasure, circling my hips against him to try and feel him going deeper and feels like no closeness is enough.

"f**k, you're such a dirty girl" Harry groans, letting go of my hair and grabbing my hips again. He moves my body slightly, changing the angle he is thrusting inside of me and hitting the sweet spot inside of me that nobody beside myself has ever reached before and I completely lose it.

"Fu-- Harry, oh my... Jesus, f**k!" I mumble disconnected words and Harry groans over me, smacking my right butt cheek with a harsh slap and the sting on my skin connects straight to my core and my stomach starts to shake, the muscles contorting with the approach of another mind wrecking orgasm.

"I can feel you're almost there, baby, come for me" Harry purrs over me and my body oblige to his request, letting go completely as the second wave of pleasure hits me hard and makes my head spin. My arms give in and I fall face first on the bed but I don't f*****g care. Harry's movements becomes sloppier and he groans almost animalistically when he also reaches his high, slapping my butt one more time as he rides me through my orgasm with his own.

It's like the time stopped around us. My mind is dizzy and there's a low high pitched sound vibrating in my ears, my entire body trembling and seems like I will never be able to move my limbs again. Harry falls to my side heavily, panting as much as I am, his hair damp with sweat and his eyes closed.

"Jesus, Billie" He purrs under his breath, seemingly out of energy just like me "That was f*****g amazing."

I only nod, humming in agreement, completely unable to form a sentence right now.

We lay on my bed in silence for what feels like hours, the warmth of Harry's body making me feel hot and cold at the same time, his presence still completely overwhelming even after the mind blowing s*x. Harry is the first to move, laying on his side and supporting his head on his arm to look down at me.

"You're so gorgeous" He praises, leaning down and pecking my lips with his "I couldn't stop thinking about you ever since that night at Sinner. And trust me, you were worth the wait".

A lazy smile cracks upon my lips and I hum again, still unable to drag a single word out of my body. I'm completely worn out.

"Do you mind if I take a shower?" Harry asks, pecking my lips again.

I shake my head and force myself to say something and when I finally manage to, my voice is raspy and tired but also ultimately satisfied "Make yourself at home."

Harry stands from the bed and I watch as he walks out of my room, his skin glazing with sweat and his lean body moving perfectly, that feline mannerism that I find so mesmerizing and as soon as he leaves the room, I feel alone.

Shit.

I'm screwed, aren't I?