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Making Up for Lost Time

A/N: First, thank you all so much for reading our series! We hope you’re enjoying it and we appreciate your feedback and sweet comments. We’re excited to say there has been some interest in publishing the story at some point. In the interest of further developing the story we’ve made a change that we hope you all will be excited about. We are giving our girl, you, a name! The story will still read from your (her) perspective; however, she now has a name as well. Don't worry, it still very much feels like a first-person story, but as we have introduced so many complex characters and relationships into the story, and in preparation for the possibility of book format, she needed a name. Tbh she's had a name for quite a while now, but we’ve kept it a surprise along with some of the other exciting things we have planned. That being said, we would like to introduce you to Lily Elizabeth Rose, daughter of Edward and Laura Rose, and forever love to Harry.

You’d been voracious for each other just hours ago…mind you, it had been weeks since you’d felt sexy or desirable what with all the discoveries and memories of your parent’s murder slowly resurfacing. But after a breakthrough and some serendipitous events, your soul was on the mend and part of that soul-healing was happening in this bed. You and Harry had always had a deep sexual connection, an ability to express the depths of your love getting lost in each other’s pleasure…you’d felt lost without it these last few weeks. It had been a relief to be in each other’s arms.

Your eyebrows raise although your eyes don’t open. You shiver with a slight chill although you feel the warmth of his chest under your cheek. You’d fallen asleep askew across his body, both of you exhausted. You couldn’t imagine how tired he must’ve been after a full show and then…well, having you. All the workouts, eating well, and vitamins gave him an unparalleled stamina, but the longing you both felt last night boosted that stamina even more. Who knew where the duvet was and the sheet was strewn half off your tangled bodies. Head resting on his sternum, one hand is resting just below his bellybutton and the other tucked under you. He has one hand resting over yours and the other cupping your bum cheeks. You twitch your nose as you turn slightly toward his skin the hairs on his chest tickling your nostrils. He smells of musky sex, soap and you. Without opening your eyes, you turn your cheek, kiss his warm skin, and feel his skin goosebump and yours responds in kind causing another shiver.

He sighs and turns his head slightly squeezing your hand and bum as if his sleeping body was afraid you might disappear. You nuzzle into the muscle below you, relieved to be close to him again. He’d been with you through some fire and back…marched down in the valley of the unknown willingly, even leading the way to keep you safe over the last few weeks. He did it and HE…STAYED. To say you loved him and felt his love for you would be an understatement of how you felt about each other.

Your eyes flutter and you can see the outline of his resting cock just barely covered by the tossed white sheet. He has one knee bent and resting out from his body and one straight out with his foot hanging off of the bed at the ankle. He was all yours. You feel the familiar stir low in your belly and feel it creep up your neck to your cheeks. You know he needs his sleep…if you had any decency you’d leave him be and just be happy to wait for more of him. After all he’d promised the three down days would be spent just being together, so patience should be simple…right? You shift gently and turn your head so you can look up at his beautiful face. You kiss the skin just below your cheek again and watch his chest rise and fall. His mouth is open slightly and his raspberry lips look chapped from where they’ve been licked and kissed. You can’t help but reach up and softly run the pad of your forefinger along his bottom lip while you softly suck in your own. His eyes flutter and you pull your hand away quickly, frustrated that you hadn’t been able to resist and had taken the chance to wake him from a restful sleep.

He raises his head slightly, “Hey, baby, everything alright?”

You smile and nod your head against his skin and softly say, “Yeah, I’m great.”

“D’ya get some sleep?” he asks smoothing his hand down your cheek to rest on the side of your neck.

“Mm-Hmm,” you moan with a coy smile.

“’M glad,” he rasps thickly while holding your stare.

“Harry?”

“Yeah?”

“I want…more…of you,” you whisper biting the side of your lip, “I need….”

“‘No wha’ ya need, Jezebel…,’ he says smoothing his hand down your neck, shoulder, side, hip and resting on your thigh and his grip tightens…”I need it too, no’ had enough’ of ma honey, come up here, straddle me, love,” he whispers as his hand tugs at the back of your thigh.

You smile with relief and scramble to straddle his chest. For a second you think to be embarrassed at how wet you are as his hands grip the back of your thighs. You move your hands to his chest to sit up off him not wanting to rest your weight on him so as not to make a mess on his chest.

He cocks his head to one side brows furrowed, “Relax, Jezebel, rest ya body, ‘ve gotcha. Love ya.” You rest on him your pussy undoubtably leaving a wet spot on his chest. He pulls you forward and as you inch toward his face, “Getting’ ma ches’ wet, swee’hear’… ya love this don’ cha?” His accent impossibly thick and his voice raspy from sleep.

Your eyes flutter as you feel the cross from his necklace stick to the outside of your pussy lips, the pressure from your body and the wetness leaving an imprint in its wake.

“Fuck…,” he whispers to himself looking down as the cross drops, you lean forward another inch and he raises his head to kiss the spot causing you to intake a deep breath and your eyes to close. “‘S’pretty…s’sexy…missed ya s’much…missed ya wakin’ me up fo’ this…,” he says kissing the inside of your thigh.

You whimper above him again and rake your fingers through his curls. You feel a drop of honey fall to the side of his face and you gasp. You feel his smirk against your thigh.

“Eyes on me, Jezebel,” he says and you pull your eyes to meet his and watch as his tongue darts to the side to collect his honey.

The sight is so erotic and you gasp again as his hands pull you forward onto his mouth and he licks a hard stripe up your slit. He’s right…you do love it when he takes you like this.

He suctions his lips to your clit and his tongue is working you hard. You feel the breath from his nose on your mound and it just heightens the whole experience. Your mouth opens and your eyes flutter closed as you lose yourself in the moment.

He pops off and laves his tongue over your slit, clit to hole, turning his head from side to side and you squeak at the sensation.

“You’re so good at this, baby. I…god, your fucking mouth,” you say eyes meeting his. They’re filled with love, longing and pride.

He suctions his mouth back to your clit and you know he’s ready to make you cum on his tongue.

“Mmmmm…mmmm…ahhh…ahhhh…AHHHH!” You cry out as your orgasm hits you and your fingers tighten in his hair. You chant his name like a mantra as he works you through it before your head falls forward onto the headboard in front of you. Jesus…you’ve missed this. You whimper, panting, and smile thankful for the release. For the fact that it was so easy, after these weeks of not being able to focus enough to enjoy the moment, it was nice to just let go. If it weren’t for his strong hold on your hips, you would’ve fallen over. “Fuck that felt good,” you mutter breathing heavily into the headboard. He kisses the inside of your thigh and sets you back on his chest.

You look down and immediately release his hair realizing you had a death grip on it. “Shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to pull so hard.”

He laughs breathily, “S’ok, Jezebel, fuckin’ love it when ya pull ma hair.” His eyes dart to your pussy and suddenly you feel self-conscious. You look down at the swallows lined up with your thighs and feel his pecs flex under your bum. Unconsciously your hand quickly covers yourself and you lift to move off him.

Holding you still, your hips in his large hands, “Stop,” he says and raises his head to place a gentle kiss on the back of your hand currently covering your pussy. “Don’ hide from me, I fuckin’ love ya body. Move ya ‘and,” he slurs removing your hand from your core.

You close your eyes.

His sexual prowess still surprises you.

“This cunt… Jesus, Jezebel, ya lips are pink an’ swollen…”

“From your kisses, H…” you say nibbling on your forefinger and looking down to where his eyes are affixed to your sex.

“…ya clit is still hard and poking out…” he whispers using his forefinger to softly touch the sensitive bundle of nerves.

You hips buck involuntarily. The slight rise in your body leaving a string of arousal from the hairs on his chest to your lips.

“So fuckin’ hot…wan’ more, love?” he says bending his knees and bucking his hips softly. He squeezes his hands to get your attention, “’M s’hard fo’ ya an’ ya so wet… Slip down, swee’hear’… Wan’ ya ta fuck me, Jezebel… jus’ take it from me, kay? Sof’ an’ slow, hard an’ fast, over an’ over…however… I jus’…jus’ need this…”

You search his eyes and see the longing, passion and arousal. You feel a rush of wetness and can’t help the swivel of your hips on his chest.

His nostrils flare and his eyes roll as he absorbs your neediness. It dawns on you that he needs you to need him…it’s been weeks and he’s been helpless…Harry needs to satisfy to be satisfied.

You watch as he opens his eyes and his eyes meet yours and you let out a breath at the look of lust and longing again in his eyes. You move slowly down his chest and his abdomen, leaving a trail of your wetness. You want him to know how much you need him…how much you’ve always needed him, how your body comes alive only for him. You lift up, hand grasping his hard cock and you sigh as you place him at your entrance.

His mouth parts as you slide down on him, taking him into your body and he smiles when he hears your gasp as he bottoms out. “Fuckkk…there’s ma gasp. Missed ma gasp, missed this cunt, Jezebel. Fuck, feels s’good on me…”

Your eyes flutter closed. He’s right. It does feel good. The closeness of him, his legs against your back supporting you, cock filling you up. “God, I missed this, H. Missed you,” you breathe out as you grind down on him, hands flying to his chest to brace yourself as you start moving up and down on him slowly and then faster as his hands guide your hips over his over and over. “Harry!” You exclaim as you fall forward so that you’re face to face.

You sit up and gather your hair and pull it all to one side as you pump up and down feeling the sting in your thigh muscles. The tips of your hair brushes over your nipple causing your eyes to flutter. You release a deep breath and bite your bottom lip on a high-pitched moan. “So deep like this, H…always so deep like this…” you whimper and slide one hand to cover your lower tummy. Stopping to take a breath you look into his eyes and swivel your hips around and around.

His eyes are darting from your face to your breasts down to where you’re connected, it’s like hes trying to memorize all the views. “Lily, d’ya ‘ave any idea how fuckin’ sexy ya are like this? Fuckin’ y’self on me…takin’ wha’ ya need from ma body, coverin’ me wi’ ya honey. Ya so good…ma sweet Lily. But ya aren’t all sweet, hmm? fuckin’ Jezebel in our bed. That’s it…rock ya hips, take me deep…mmm, ma cock hittin’ our spot baby? I fuckin’ missed my spot. Tha’s wha’ it is..yanno…my spot, only mine…ya hear me? All ya body is mine, bu’ tha’ spot…tha’s home…”

“Ya own me, Harry…,” you pant out rolling your neck lost in the sensation, “Turn me inside out, fuck me so good, every time, H…my body belongs only to you, my orgasms are yours.” He reaches up to cup your breasts the sensation curling your toes and causing your head to fall backwards. Whimpering, your body reaches a pinnacle, a space in the stratosphere where your body vibrates and your sex throbs to a familiar burn. You feel a deep sense of sexual awareness, physical wellness and soul deep connection all shared with Harry. The joy bubbles to the surface on a light giggle and a purity that is reflected in your expression. You slow down, body covered in goosebumps and arch your back, “I-I’m cl-close, but I don’t wanna f-f-fall yet….”

He sits up quickly and wraps his arms around your waist squeezing you tight and burying his face between your breasts. You can feel his deep smile against your skin as his lips find his bee tattoo. He latches on to it and sucks deeply.

Your eyes flutter closed as he suckles and your fingers grab onto the curls at the nape of his neck. His lips trail up your breast and latch onto your nipple and you cry out his name as his teeth nip and pull your nipple just like you like and you feel the burn of it all the way down in your pussy. “Ya enjoyin’ the love space my sweet girl? Like bein’ in the space where it’s jus’ me an’ you?”

“Yes!” You say still slowly grinding down on him.

“Ya s’beautiful like this Jezebel when ya all mine.” His hands slide up your sides to your shoulders and then up to your neck, fingers pushing your hair behind your ears, thumbs on your cheeks. “I love ya s’damn much, Lily. Love jus’ spendin’ time wi’ ya, kissin’ ya, buried deep inside ya while m’fuckin’ ya. Everythin’.”

A tear slides down your cheek. “Me too, Harry. I love you so, so much.”

He kisses you quickly, wet lips pressed to yours so softly. “Stop movin’ Jezebel. Lemme get ya there baby,” he says, panting, his hands sliding down to your hips as he thrusts up slowly.

Your eyes flutter closed.

“Eyes on me, Jezebel.”

You open your eyes and meet his. He’s so close, lips nearly touching yours, his breath warm on your face. You can feel everything that’s happening individually and as a whole and it all feels so wonderful. You grip his shoulders, fingernails digging in to his skin.

“S’it good baby? Ya gonna cum fo’ me? Need it, please, god do I need it. Waited as long as I can.”

“Ungh! Fuck! It’s so good, Harry! Imgonnacum! Fuck! Gonna cum!” And then your orgasm hits you. You hold his stare for as long as you can until your eyes squeeze shut, toes curling and you pulse around his cock so tight he can barely move. Your hands fly to his damp curls and you grab on as he works you through it.

All he can hear is your chant of his name as he watches you cum for him. He’s missed this so fucking much. He can feel your panting breath on his face and then he’s thrusting up into you chasing his own release and then he’s cumming, head thrown back, fingers digging into your sides, breasts pressed to his chest, a loud groan escaping from his throat and then his head falls into your neck and he’s squeezing you as tight as he can. “Lily, my sweet, sweet girl. I love ya s’much.”

Your body is tingling and every nerve is like a live wire, but it’s your heart that is roaring loud your ears. Sure, the sex has its effects, god does it have it’s effect, but it’s the love that’s flooding your being…it’s as if it is it’s own breathing, living being there in the room, something that’s turned two separate people into one completely new life…a different being. “Been so long, Harry…been so so long…needed…just needed…,” you squeak as a sob escapes your chest and the tears roll from your cheeks to his shoulder.

“Sh..sh..baby, I ‘no…oh, angel… missed ya…wan’ed ta fix it all s’much. Fuckin’ hated seein’ tha’ lost look in ya eyes an�� no’ bein’ able ta make it bet’er,” he says pulling your face up to rest his forehead to yours, brushing your hair behind your ears on either side. “This…wha’ we have, how we love, how we care fo’ each other… jus’ can’ say it enough… love ya so much an’ wanna spend tha res’ of ma life showin’ ya… we can make it through anythin’ tagether.”

You sniffle and he thumbs away your tears searching your eyes.

“God ya s'beau’iful…how’d I ge’ s’goddamn lucky?”

You sniffle again and he leans over to the bedside table and grabs a tissue. “It’s been so much…and I felt so broken,” you say wiping your nose on the tissue and then looking down, “I’m tired from it all.”

He takes the tissue from your hand and tosses it in the bin beside the bed, then lifts your chin with a crooked finger. He places the sweetest of tender kisses on your lips. “Wanna cuddle?”

He lays back and pulls you down with him. You start to shift off him but his arms hold you tighter. Kissing the top of your head he says, “Stay, please?”

You nod and he pulls the sheet up to cover your entwined bodies. The last thing you remember is the steady thump of his heart beating under your ear as you finger the cross on his chest. You murmur, “I love you, Harry Edward…my little freak.”

Somewhere in the distance you hear the familiar ringtone of your phone, but can’t be bothered to wake enough to tend to it. It stops. A few moments later, it begins again. You still feel the haze of sleep. You’ve shifted in the night and are laying perpendicular to Harry with your cheek on his abdomen and your arms across his chest and hips. The sheet is hardly covering either of you and his foot is hanging off one side of the bed. Suddenly your “pillow” shifts and hardens as his muscles flex while he reaches for the bedside table.

“Baby, tha’s yours, ya wanna ge’ it?”

You groan and fumble for your phone. You look at it and sit up quickly. “It’s Mac,” you tell him. You accept the call. “Hello?”

“Lily? It’s Mac. How are ya?”

“Hi Mac. I’m really good, thanks. How’re you?”

“I’m great, darlin’. Got some news for ya. You got a minute to talk?”

You notice Harry getting out of bed and getting dressed. “Yeah. Give me just a second.”

“Sure.”

You put him on mute and look at Harry as he’s pulling on a hoodie. “Where’re you goin’?”

“Fuel. Ma Jezebel has quite the, uh-mmm, appetite fo’ me an’ if ‘m gonna continue ta satisfy her, we need ta refuel. Ya wan’ ya usual order?”

You smile and nod, blushing. He’s right, you think as you watch him lace his sneakers.

“Be back in a few,” he says, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“Mac? I’m here. Sorry about that. What’s going on?” You ask, curious as to what he could possibly have to tell you.

“Amanda wanted me to tell ya that the Rolex has been released from evidence and it’s yours. Here’s the thing though. A representative from Rolex wants to buy the watch from you. It’s an antique and they want to display it in their flagship store. They’re offering $200,000 for the watch but I think we could get them to go higher.”

“They want to buy the watch from me?”

“That’s right darlin, they do. There’s something else you need to know.”

Your heart is pounding and you wish Harry were here with you. “Ok…”

He can hear the fear in your voice. “Nothin’ to be scared about. It’s not bad news.”

You let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “Oh thank god.”

Mac laughs his hearty laugh. “Fitz passed away.”

You gasp. You knew he was dying but didn’t expect it to be so soon.

“Here’s the kicker. He’s left his entire estate to you, Lily. It’s a tidy sum. He met with me and I was witness to him signing the will. He was insistent that his assets go to you, not his children. He said it was the least he can do.”

You’re speechless.

“You still there darlin’?”

“Yeah I’m here. I’m sorry this is just a lot to take in.”

“I understand. I wanted to give you a heads up before you get a call from the lawyer.”

“No, I appreciate it, Mac. I…god…thank you.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll be in touch about the watch. Just think about what you want to do.”

“Ok, yeah, I will. Thanks again.”

“Bye darlin’.”

“Bye.” You end the call and sit your phone back on the nightstand trying to take everything in. You lay back down, sheet around your feet but you don’t even care. Your mind is swirling and then you hear the Ring doorbell letting you know Harry’s back and you turn your head as he walks through the door and you bite your bottom lip. “You went out without showering!”

He smirks and sets the coffees down, then his keys, then you watch as he crosses his arms to take off his shirt while he’s toes his sneakers off and strips his shorts and briefs off. He crawls on the bed and pulls you onto his lap and then tosses you over onto your back, your knees high on his side and buries his face in your neck, pressing kisses into your skin. “Been awhile Jezebel, couldn’ bear ta wash ya off me yet…”

He ravishes your neck and you reach over and grab the ball cap to put on your head, giggling. “Did ya get caught mister?”

“Don’ think so…saw the cutest puppy.” He looks up and smiles the sweetest smile. “Ya look good in ma cap baby,” he says, nose nuzzling yours.

“Why thank you Grammy-winning, Internationally-recognized, Number-One-occupying, Object of Numerous sexual fantasies, rock star of mine…,” you tease popping the cap off, putting it on his head and pulling it down over his eyes.

“Only care abou’ your fantasies, baby,” he says diving in for tickling kisses all over your face and neck.

You laugh so hard your tummy hurts, “HARRY! Sttahhhpp!”

“Tha’s no’ wha’ ya said las’ nigh’…,” he stops and makes a thinking face, “Umm…think it was summat like, ‘Don’ stop, Don’ stop, keep goin’, deeper’, Harry! Ya a sex god!’”

You push him off, “Don’t push your luck bucko!” you say sticking your tongue out at him. You look around and sniff, “I smell mocha…is there mochaccino for me?”

“’Course,” he says kissing your bent knee just before he stands to grab the cups.

He stops mid-way and just smiles at you.

“What?”

“Jus’ ya look so ‘appy…,” he says with a soft smile.

“Oh, Harry, I haven’t even brushed my hair,” you say looking down your relaxed completely naked body.

“Don’ give a fuck abou’ any of tha’, look fuckin’ sexy all loved up.”

You sit up and crawl on your knees to the edge of the bed in front of him, “Well, I have you to thank for that, so…thank you,” you say puckering up silently asking for a kiss that he happily places on your lips. When he pulls back he hands you your cup and you take a sip of the amazing liquid, humming your appreciation. “So what time do you have to go in today?”

“I don’. Told ya was takin’ the next three days off…meant it.”

You smile wide-eyed you move to sit at the head of the bed, “Really?! I thought maybe that was just something I heard in the heat of the moment.”

“Nope, told everyone was takin’ some personal days for fuck’s sake. ‘m all yours fo’ the next few,” he says sipping his cup and setting it off to the side. “Whatever shall ya do wi’ me?” he says smirking.

You bite your bottom lip and look at his naked form from curls to toes, “Baby, maybe you should wonder what I’m NOT gonna do with you.”

“Like tha sound of tha’” he says walking his fingers up your leg to your tummy to your nipple where he circles the areola.

You gasp and then suck in a deep breath with a whimper. “Shower first?”

“Can be arranged…comin’ wi’?”

“Mm-hmm,” you say breathily nipples hard and crinkled.

He backs off the bed and turns to walk away. Biting the side of your lip, you stay stock still, bent knee rocking back and forth as you study his beautiful bum. He turns around quickly and suddenly grabs your ankles pulling you to the edge of the bed causing you to burst into a giggle fit. “I said, are you comin’ wi’, Jezebel, no’ starin’ at ma arse,” he says pretending to be irritated.

“I’m coming, I’m coming,” you giggle.

“Now tha’ sounds mo’ like wha’ I heard las’ nigh’,” he says turning around giving you his back, “Wanna ride?”

You wrap your arms around his neck and hop to put your legs around his waist piggyback style. You stretch your arm out and point your finger, “To the shower, driver,” you say sternly.

The shower water feels warm and relaxing as you toss your head back to wet your hair. You can sense he just stepped in before you even open your eyes. His mouth latches onto your stretched neck and you feel the nip of his teeth. “Feel good?” he rasps against your skin.

“Mmmm…feels so good,” you breathe out, tilting your neck to give him better access, your hands sliding around his shoulders. It’s like you can’t get enough of each other. You can feel his hunger for you almost as if he’d said it out loud. “Last time I saw you in the shower, you were, ahem, ummm…pleasuring yourself, sir. What exactly were you thinking about, hmm?” You say, giggling as he kisses back up your neck to your mouth and then he’s slowly walking you backwards, eyes meeting yours, smirking until your back hits the cold tiles causing you to gasp.

His hands hit the tiles by your head, caging you in and you can see the cocky look in his eye.

Your smile slides off of your face as you look into his eyes. The atmosphere has changed from playful to predatory just like that.

“Think ya know wha’ I was thinkin’ abou’, Jezebel,” he says, voice raspy and accent thick, his stare pinning you to the wall. “Thinkin’ abou’ when I took ya tha’ last time in the pink room an’ ya were holdin’ on ta the bars I had installed. Ya face when the bench moved an’ my face was level to my cunt.”

You gulp and then bite your lip as you remember that moment too.

“Then I was thinkin’ about ya letting me use that plug on ya gorgeous bum an’ how full ya were when I fucked ya wearin’ it. Could feel tha’ damn plug as I was fuckin’ into ya. Sexiest thing I ever saw.”

You whimper and squirm because he’s making you so wet.

“Why ya squirmin’ baby, hmm?” He leans forward to whisper in your ear, “turn around, Lily, put ya ‘ands flat on the tile.”

You whimper again but do what he says and you gasp when you feel his warm lips kissing down your back. Before you can even process it, he pulls your hips out and his hand reaches around to rub your bee tattoo. You sigh as your body reacts to his touch and you reach down to his hip and rub your thumb over his matching bee tattoo. “I like your honey too, yanno, H.” You lick your lips. “Like it dripping out of me.”

“Mmm, Jezebel. Yeah…ya look s’good wi’ it drippin’ outta ya or on ya lips.”

“Is that what you want Harry, you wanna cum inside my mouth?”

“Later…righ’now need ta cum here,” he says running his hand along your lower tummy and slowly entering you. “Need ta be so (thrust) fuckin’ (thrust) deep.”

“Ahhhh…mmmm…”

“Fuck…wish I had tha’ plug wi’ me. I’d fill ya all the way up, Jezebel. Ya’d like tha’ wouldn’t ya?” Nipping your neck, hands tight on your hips. “Shiverin’ baby…does it make ya wet ta remember?”

You whimper against your hand on the tile…a drop of saliva dripping from your open mouth.

“God, I love ya like this, Jezebel. When ya s’wet an’ it’s s’good ya can’t even speak.” Hands sliding up to your breasts, massaging and then pinching your nipples hard.

You’re still whimpering because he’s right. You can’t speak right now.

“Now ya know why I had ta do wha’ I did in the shower…”

You whimper in response. He’s worked you up good and proper and he knows it. You’re so close and it feels so good. His right hand slides to your lower tummy and presses in and that’s all it takes for you to cum hard for him. Your orgasm explodes through your body. You’re squeezing him tight almost like your body doesn’t want to let him go. Like it missed this too. You smile as you feel him tense up and still behind you, his forehead falling to the back of your head.

“Fucks sake, Jezebel. Tha’ was intense,” he pants out. He pulls out of your warmth and turns you around pressing several soft kisses to your mouth before wrapping his arms around you and pulling you to him in a fierce hug.

Once he gets his breath back he ask you: “So what was Mac calling’ about?”

“Jesus, Harry, fucked me mindless, havin’ a hard time focusing right now.”

His lips curve into a proud smirk and he pumps his fist thinking you don’t see as you turn to get under the spray.

You grin and suck in your lips to keep from giggling then shake your head trying to gather your wits. “He called because….” You trail off and watch as he washes his hair, muscles flexing as he rinses and hands you the shampoo bottle. You take it from him and lethargically squeeze the shampoo into your hand.

He chuckles and takes the bottle and sits it back on the side, taking the shampoo from your outstretched hand, “here, love, you talk, I’ll wash.”

“S’not funny, H…. I’m really outta my mind right now!” You say, slapping at his chest.

“Jus’ means I did ma job, Jezebel,” he says, kissing your nose. “Now tell me what Mac said,” he demands as he soaps up his hands and moves to wash your hair.

So you tell him everything…the watch, the will, the windfall of cash coming your way. “I don’t need this money. I know Fitz was trying to make amends and I appreciate the gesture, but…” you bite your lip and look into his eyes. “This money is tainted for me. The only way I know to fix it is to do do something with it…something that’ll make a difference.”

“Rinse,” he says.

You step under the spray to rinse and watch as he grabs the conditioner and squirts a dollop in his palm.

He smiles softly at you as he massages it into the ends of your hair. “I know ya’ll find the perfect thing ta do wi’ tha money, Lily. I’m really proud of ya.”

You blush. “Thank you. Thank for always supporting me. I love you.”

He wraps his arms around you and pulls you to him. “And I love you, my Jezebel.”

Your stomach chooses that moment to make its emptiness known, much to your utter humiliation. You bury your face in your palms and press your forehead to his sternum, “Oh my god…” you mutter.

He chuckles merrily and kisses the top of your head. “Well, guess we ‘no wha’ we need ta do firs’. Need ta feed ma woman. ‘S kinna late…go’ ya a chocolate croissant, tha’ tide ya over?”

“Yeah, sounds divine,” you say rolling your eyes up to him. Suddenly an idea pops in your head, “Hey, I’m kinda cravin’ some of the crispy skin salmon like we had on my birthday at Plum + Spilt Milk and that amazing grilled asparagus….”

“Was great, babe, bu’ can’t get London ta deliver, love,” you shiver as he turns the water off.

“Let’s make it ourselves! I think we can,” you exclaim excitedly pulling your hair to the side and wringing out the excess water. “I can get dressed and pop out to the market and grab the ingredients and be back in no time!”

“Mmmm… don’ wan’ ya ta be away from me, Jezebel…an’ I sure as fuck don’ wan’ ya ta ge’ dressed,” he says tapping your bum as you step out of the huge shower stall into the warm towel he’s holding out to wrap you in.

You take the ends of the towel from him and pull it tight around you as he grabs another towel and proceeds to towel dry your hair. You slip your towel off and dry his body as you talk about the ingredients you might need for the meal you’re going to cook together.

“Get some of tha’ fresh but’er an’ some lemons…an’ a bulb of garlic. ‘ave tha’ huge jug of Olive Oil from Italy, so tha’s good. Grab a bundle of firewood, maybe a fire later, hmm? Sound nice? Can ligh’ one in tha bedroom fireplace…” he says kissing your forehead pulling away with a smirk, “keep ya warm, even more excuse ta keep ya naked the rest of the week.”

You smile up at him, “Won’t take much to convince me.”

“Love ya.”

“I love you.”

You dry your hair and dress quickly. Kissing Harry good-bye, you step through the door, but veer to the bedroom to grab his ball cap. On your way out the door, you hear him in the kitchen knocking pans around and wonder what in the world he could possibly be doing. “Who knows...,” you whisper to yourself shaking your head.

In the hallway, you run into Cal - literally. “Oh! I’m sorry, Cal!” You say as he steadies you.

“You alright Lily?”

“I’m fine, thank you. I wasn’t paying attention.”

“Where’re you off to?”

“I was gonna run to the market.”

He pops his cap back on his head. “I’ll drive you.”

“No, that’s not necessary. It’s just down the street.”

“I’d feel better if ya let me drive ya. I know Harry would feel better too.”

You sigh. You know when you’re beat. “You’re right. Let’s go.”

He smiles and pushes the button to the elevator. “There’s a great little market not too far away. I can take you there if you’d like. They have a great United Kingdom section.”

You close your eyes. “Mmmm…scones and clotted cream. And chocolate! Yes, take me there.”

You take your time just walking around and looking at everything. The UK section is massive and you find all kinds of things that remind you of home. You get all the ingredients and have a very pleasant conversation with another shopper about the best way to grill the asparagus. You finally check out and then Cal helps you carry your purchases to the car and you’re on your way back home.

You stumble through the door clutching a heavy mesh grocery bag filled with fresh ingredients. Cal follows behind with another bag and the firewood.

"Harry! The front door was unlocked…what…are you asking to get mobbed!” you say highly irritated that he’d be so cavalier.

He rounds the corner from the kitchen in a full mid-length apron with a huge Union Jack flag pattern and the words, “Keep Calm and Bake On” emblazoned on the front, his hair clipped up out of his eyes. You see nothing on his arms and nothing but a pair of white Nike athletic socks on his feet. “Dinna jus’ leave it open, Lily, jus’ opened it when I saw ya were close on Life 360,” he says wiping his hands on a towel.

You shriek with laughter and step to the side, “Cal…I’d like you to meet, Harry… This is ALL of him apparently,” you motion with Vanna White hand motions.

Harry looks down, smirking, “Wha’!?” he says turning around to reveal his peachy bum in a pair of navy blue bikini briefs. “I’m decent!” he exclaims in offense.

You cover your mouth, bending at the waist to giggle profusely. Cal walks over to the breakfast bar to set the bags down and Harry walks over to him and throws an arm around his shoulders, “I’m decent, right, Cal?!” Cal simply grumbles a chuckle in reply, give a salute and heads to the door.

“I’ll be around Miss Lily, if you need anything else, give me a call,” he says through grinning lips.

“She won’ be goin’ out anymo’, we’re both in fo’ tha next couple days,” Harry says returning the salute to Cal.

You kiss Cal on the cheek, “Thanks, Cal, love you bunches, friend.” Shutting the door behind him you lock the locks and lean your forehead against the door giggling, tears rolling down your cheeks as the hilarity overtakes your body. Suddenly two hands slap against the door on either side of your head.

“You dinna tell me ya were takin’ Cal wi’ ya,” he whispers in your ear attempting a scolding voice.

You gulp down a final giggle, “I just ran into him, H, I swear,” a snort erupts despite your every attempt to hold it in, “the way you kept saying, ‘I’m decent’… oh my god, Harry, that was the funniest thing ever….oh…oh…oh…my tummy hurts.”

“’M gonna make ya bum sore in jus’ a second…an’, fo’ the record, I am decent. All tha important stuff’s covered.”

“You, my little freak, are anything but decent…you’re utterly indecent in every way,” you slowly turn around to face him still caged in his arms, “and I wouldn’t have it any other way…”

He leans close to your ear, “Tha’s good, cause, Jezebel, not exactly havin’ decent thoughts righ’ now. Jus’ pu’ ya favorite lemon cake in…take’s fifty-five minutes…jus’ long enough fo’ me ta lay ya ou’ on tha’ dinin’ room table an’ have a ‘lil taste…. Understand?”

A soft whine leaves your throat.

“Gon’ lemme have a lit-ull taste of ya sweet cunt, Jezebel?”

You shiver. “Fuck, yes. Love your mouth, H, you know that.”

He smirks. “I wan’ ya ta take off all ya clothes and sit on the dining table fo’ me.”

“Ok,” you say in a shaky breath.

He watches as you toe off your sneakers and slide your leggings down your legs and cross your arms taking off of your shirt and unhook your bra, sliding it down your arms.

You walk to the dining room table and sit down on the edge. You’re wet and you know you’re getting the table wet.

He moves to stand in front of you, his hands on your knees pushing your legs open. “How wet are ya?”

You whimper as his pointer finger runs down your slit.

“Tell me…is the table wet?”

You nod. “Yes!”

“Good girl. Always s’wet fo’ me. Makes me s’hard,” he says, pressing his lips to yours and then he’s leaning you back on the table and you can feel the goosebumps break out on your body as your back hits the cold table.

He pushes your knees further apart and then he bends his head and licks a stripe up your slit, his hands sliding around your thighs pulling you closer to his mouth.

Your hands fly to his hair and your back arches. Jesus, you’ve missed this, you think. All these months later and it still feels so damn good.

His tongue slides down your slit to your entrance and he thrusts his tongue in.

“Ahhhh! Fuck!” You exclaim, back arching even higher.

“Taste so sweet, Jezebel,” he says, tongue dipping back in for more.

You can’t stop moaning above him and you feel him grip you harder because you’re starting to squirm.

Your hands dig further into his curls as his lips suction around your clit. “Ahhhh…hahhhh…mmmm…imgonnacum. Harry!”

He pops off and meets your eyes. “Cum fo’ me,” he pants out. “Soak ma mouth, Jezebel,” he says as he suctions back onto your clit.

You’re panting as you look into his eyes as his tongue works against your clit. “Fuck! Mmm…ungh!” You cry out as your back arches and your head thunks back against the table as your eyes squeeze closed as you cum hard for him. Your hands tighten in his curls as your release moves through your body and your legs try and close around his head. Your body relaxes back onto the table and you go lax just enjoying the afterglow of a good orgasm.

Harry for his part can’t stop kissing your inner thighs and he smiles against your skin as he hears your giggle. It’s been so long since he’s heard your laugh and he can’t get enough. His mouth kisses down the left side of your Pusey and you softly moan above him and it’s music to his ears. He kisses up your body until he gets to your lips and then he presses his mouth to yours, tongue darting out to taste you.

You wrap your legs around his waist and you sit up enough for him to get his arms around you and then he picks you up and places you on the floor.

“I (kiss) want (kiss) ya (kiss), Jezebel in our bed. Ya gon’ let me take ya the way I wan’ ta?” He rasps against your lips.

You close your eyes and smile. “Yes, please…I want you to fill me up.”

His nostrils flair. “Go upstairs an’ lay in the middle of the bed fo’ me, legs spread, arms above ya head.”

“Ok,” you say kissing him quickly and walking away.

He watches you go and then looks at the timer. Perfect, he thinks as he walks up the stairs and through the bedroom door. He adjusts his cock as he sees you spread out for him, eyes meeting his as he walks into the room.

You watch, breath picking up, as he goes to the walk-in closet and comes out with his Alexander McQueen skull scarf and you swallow hard. You remember when he tied his curls back with that scarf and how badly you wanted him.

“Wanna restrain ya, Jezebel. Tha’ be ok?”

You nod, lips sucked in your mouth.

He wraps the scarf around your wrists and then tie them to the headboard before moving to your ankles and leaning over the bed and pulling out a leather restraint, gently restraining one ankle, and then the next, leaving your wide open for him.

He groans as his hands move up your legs to your waist. “Love ya like this, Jezebel,” he says lowly, lips kissing just the tops of your breasts.

“These’re just like the ones in the pink room, H, how did you….oh, God Harry I miss our pink room…” you say longingly.

“So we pretend this is our pink room, d’ya see it…over there’s tha Paris pic of you cummin’ wi’ this very toy…” he says picking up the pink vibrator from your Paris boudoir photo shoot. You briefly close your eyes remembering…the pics…the Pink room…the way you fuck each other there…a groan escapes before you can hold it back. You’re so lost in the memory of the pink room that you don’t feel him climb on the bed between your spread legs and lightly run the toy down your slit.

“Swee’eart, you sure you’re up fo’ this? S’ really pink an’ swollen, haven’ given ya much of a break…an’ I don’t wanna hurtcha…does it hurt here?” He asks running his middle finger around the rim of your core. The sensitive flesh feels slightly sore from being well used…well-loved by your seemingly insatiable lover, but you know not to fib, “Your cunt is sore H. You always give me your most, so yeah, it’s wonderfully, deliciously sore and it feels amazing, please just keep kissing it better and then making it sore all over again,” you say biting your bottom lip and staring into his eyes.

He closes his eyes, nostrils flaring and groans. “Goddamn Lily…Killin’ me.”

You blush. Him calling you by your name means that you’re really getting to him. It makes you proud that you can rile him up like this.

You buck your hips up craving more of his touch. “I’m yours Harry. Take me like you want to.”

"Kiss it make it bet'er?" he asks maintaining eye contact as he starts to lean toward your weeping pink pussy on display for him.

You nod.

"Words, swee'eart."

"Kiss my pussy please."

“Jus’ had ya honey on ma tongue on the dining room table. Ya wan’ ma mouth again?”

He begins placing sweet kitten kisses all over, all around, his attention causes his brows to furrow. “‘M so sorry, I made ya sore here," he says between sweet kisses. "'S tha feel bet-ah? Ya sweet creamy honey's drippin'. So beautiful, pret'iest sweet cunt. Who's is it, Lily...tell me."

“It’s yours! All yours!” You pant out.

You can feel yourself drip to the bed.

"'S feel better? Ya ready fo' our toy?" he asks in his slow raspy way. You’re dying and he seems to enjoy your impatience, the sexual desire building as your tummy quivers and thighs pull at the straps.

“Harry...." you whine, your breasts jerking, your nipples hard as a rock.

“Ya didn’t answer ma question Jezebel. Ya ready?”

You nod.

“Wanna see ya cum wi’ our toy in ya. Wan’ ya honey all over our toy. Can ya do tha’?”

“Mmmm…fuck, yes! I’ll cum for you!”

He runs the toy around the rim of your entrance, then moves it up and slightly to the left of your clit. He knows your body so well and he know that spot gets you everytime. He places his hand over your mound and uses his thumb to pull up on the skin there, pulling the hood up exposing your sweet little pearl for him, the low vibrations from the pink toy hitting just right. He places it softly, knowing that too much is too much. He knows that soft indirect contact makes your tummy quiver with pleasure.

You look down at his face, the curls flopped over his eye as he studies the task before him playing you like he does the instruments that he loves so much.

“Can see ya clenchin'. Fuck! 'S like ya winkin' at me...so sexy. Jesus, love... ya ready fo' mo’?”

Your eyes flutter closed as you feel his long, warm finger slide in. His other hand moves to hold your hips down and he smirks as you clench around his finger over and over. He glances at your face and then at the clock. It’s almost time for the cake to come out of the oven and he has plans to edge you for a while.

The thought of you bound and squirming has him smirking to himself.

"Baby..." he says pulling his finger out.

You whimper loudly and raise your head in exasperation.

"Harry, no..."

"Breathe fo' me, love, yeah? Ready fo’ this," he says running the toy around your entrance.

"Yeah, but I love your fingers too," you say panting,

"Take our toy, babe, gotta get tha cake out," he whispers softly in an attempt to soothe your frustration,

"What?!"

"Shhh...here," he says sliding the vibrating toy deep inside your channel.

He leans forward and places a kiss just above your public bone, lightly pressing on your lower tummy intensifying the sensation.

"Don't make me wait, H...oh please!"

“S’ok Jezebel. Won’ leave ya waitin’ ta long, promise.”

You know there’s no use in saying anything once he’s made up his mind.

“Don’ cum Jezebel,” he says looking into your eyes. “Ya can do this. Be back soon,” he says kissing your lips, fingers pinching your nipples before climbing off of the bed stark naked and going to the kitchen. He walks down the stairs slowly, wanting to draw this out as much as possible. He pulls the oven open and pulls the cake out, sticking the toothpick in the middle to test the done-ness. The toothpick comes out clean and he breathes in the lemon scent. He places the cake on the counter and pulls out the butter placing it on the counter to get to room temperature and grabs the powdered sugar from the cupboard and then grabs a couple of lemons from the bag and grabs a bowl and the grater, zesting the lemons for the icing. He smirks as he thinks about you above him dripping around the toy, trying not to cum even though your body is begging to let go. He washes his hands again and heads up the stairs, the kitchen towel still in his hands and leans against the door jam watching you.

You’re practicing some deep breathing, trying to hold on, but the toy has slipped down to where the end of it presses on your g-spot. It's just...intense and your face is streaked with tears from your watering eyes. You raise your head when you sense his stare.

"Harry...." you whine with a soft smile, so happy to see his beautiful face.

He tosses the towel over his shoulder and nods toward your body, "Cum fo' me. Show me, Lily. Wan' ya ta cum all over tha’ toy while I watch."

You gulp and drop your head to the bed. "Fuck..." He stands there stark naked, arms crossed, smirk and dimples on full display and his simple request feels like relief in words. It's absurd how comfortable you’ve become...so sexually secure. After all you’re wide open, vibrating toy held inside you with a tight grip, longing for release and he holds your heart, your love, your passion and pleasure in his hands and his three words, "Cum for me" have you hanging on for dear life. You whimper. You want to let go but you need his touch. You need to feel his large warm hands on your body. “Touch me, baby. Please. Need your hands on me, please.”

You watch as he drops the towel and walks to the bed and crawls up on the bed between your legs, hands sliding up the bed beside you before they move to your sides, fingers trailing over your skin.

You smile in relief at his touch and then your back arches and your legs quiver as your orgasm takes over your body, calling out his name over and over.

"There she is...cum fo' me....so goddamn sweet...Jesus, need ta be inside ya."

He slides his hand down your tummy and slowly removes the toy, dragging it up over your clit. You flinch at the sensation, "Mmmm..." you buck your hips as your eyes roll back.

"Still feelin' it don'cha, angel."

"M-hmm...it's not stopping and it just doesn't feel the same as when you’re inside me. Fill me up Harry, 's been long enough. Wanna feel you cum inside me, please...." you whimper and beg, pulling at your bonds and pleading with your expression.

"Ya wan' this," he says tugging on his hard cock.

A full body shiver overtakes you.

He scoots closer to you and slides his cock through your slit. You gasp as the top of his cock hits your clit on each pass. “Eyes on me, Jezebel,” he says as he takes his cock in his hand and slaps it down on your clit causing your hips to jerk. He watches your expression closely to see if you like it. “Feel good, baby?”

You lick your lips and nod.

“One day we’re gonna see if ya can cum like this…would ya like tha’?” He asks, smacking his cock as hard as he can on your clit. Your hips buck and you cry out a yes.

"Dripping Harry...Uhh--huuuhhh...Ah! Please! Please! ....Mmmm.. hurting for you!"

"Can' move can ya....m'cocks so close an' ya can' move, ya gotta take wha' I give ya when I give it ta ya...," he says on another particularly tough slap of his cock on your swollen clit. "Ya wan' me deep, babe? Tha' wha' ya wan'? 'Cuz I'm holdin' back...'f ya knew how bad I wanna fuck ya."

“Do it…please!” you sob undulating your hips up and down seeking some sort of friction. You’ve twisted your hands in a way so that you pull on the beautiful expensive scarves he’s bound you with and the sound of threads ripping causes you both to stop for a moment and look up at your right hand.

Harry smirks, “Baby, don’ wanna hav’ ta tell Alex how we ripped tha’ skull scarf, ‘sides it’s one of ma favorites.”

You grin and lean up to place a kiss on his chin, “Better fuck me then, Harry. Hangin’ on by a thread here. Literally.”

“This better,” he says as he slips his cock down to your entrance. God he’s so hard, he’s covered in a mixture of your honey and his pre-cum. He’s got incredible control and it’s time to break that control.

“More…,” you cry out looking down to where he’s positioned.

He leans down to place an open-mouthed kiss and groans deeply as he plunges in to the hilt. You close your eyes thankful for the crack in his control, your body pushing up slightly from the force of his hips.

“Don’ lock up on me, Jezebel. Don’ wan’ ya passin’ out befo’ ya cum, hear me?”

You bite your lip and nod. “I won’t, promise.”

His hands skate up your arms and his fingers wrap around your wrists. “Look s’beautiful bound jus’ fo’ me, Lily. Ya the best thin’ tha’s ever happened ta me an’ now ‘m gonna show ya how crazy ya make me righ’ now,” he pants out against your lips as he grinds his hips into yours.

Your mouth drops open and you pant against his open mouth, exchanging breath with him.

“Am I hittin’ my spot, Jezebel?”

“Yes!” You pant out, hands tightening on the scarves.

“Wan’ ya ta cum jus’ like this before I fuck ya. Can ya do tha’ fo’ me?” He says, tongue darting out to lick your upper lip.

“Ungh! Ohhhhh…yes, I-I’m gonna cum for you!” Your head tips back as he rolls his hips into yours over and over and his lips leave a blazing trail down your neck. Your eyes close and you feel your orgasm bubbling in the pit of your stomach. You love it when it’s slow like this…when you can feel the fire in your belly and feel it move to your pussy and then burst through your entire body. Your head snaps up when his lips envelop your nipple and his teeth nibble it just right…then everything goes white as your orgasm hits you like an electric shock and you pant his name over and over.

“S’ slick, slippery wi’ ma honey…love when ya get s’ wet, feel ya pulse an’ pull on ma cock like ya can’ get enough of it,” he whispers against your sternum. Finally he looks up shaking his head and pulls back to pound in hard…”No’ pushin’ me out though are ya, baby, ya wan’ mo’ don’cha…”

You’ve lost all ability to focus. Your body is pulsing and tugging on him. “H…Har…d..don’t…st..stop…,” you stutter attempting to speak, as he continues to chase his own release. “Feels so good, H…take…take it…”

“’M so hard, Jesus, love…Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Spread out fo’ me! Fuck!”

“Harder!”

“Cumming…cumming…”

“Yes! Yes! Gonna make me cum too!” you squeal and whimper frantic to feel him fill you up…to feel him shake and shiver and lose all control. He does that only for you. He finds his pleasure in your body and that feels so powerful.

You feel his warm orgasm flood your body and it feels like it goes on forever. You can feel his tummy contract and his thighs shaking and straining. The tip of his cock is smashed deeply inside you and your walls are holding him so tight. Your body can’t hug him tight enough and now, you need to do the same. You need him to release you so you can get your hands on him.

He slumps over and buries his head in your shoulder. “Jesus, Jezebel…Christ, ya ok?”

“Untie my hands,” you ask panting needing to hold him.

He starts to move and you stiffen and quickly respond, “No!…please…don’t pull out, just release my hands.”

He smirks down at you and places a kitten kiss on you the tip of your nose, “’Kay baby, won’ leave ya body.”

You smile and blow out a breath, “You just feel so good…inside…but I wanna touch you.”

He makes quick work of releasing your wrists and you flop your hands on his back. He pulls your left hand around to inspect and kiss the inside of your wrist. “’S it sore?” he asks moving his lips up your palm and on to where your engagement ring circles your finger.

Your eyes follow his lips and you shake your head with a watery expression. “Not sore…,” you reply threading your other hand in the curls at the back of his head. His slight movements on your sensitive body while he’s buried deep are almost as intense as the look he has as he kisses your ring finger while searching your eyes. “’No we fuck, Lily. Fuck so good…,” he says pushing in to remind you that your bodies are still connected, “bu’ ‘s nev’r no’ love, ya ‘no tha’ righ’?” he asks softly accent as thick as ever as he fingers your ring.

“It’s always love, Harry, I know that…,” you reply brushing the hair from his forehead.

“Jus’ don’…. wan’…ya ta forget, when I get los’ in ya…s’always love. I love ya so much.”

You gulp at his sentiment and smile. “I love you Harry…all…of…you…”

He fingers the hair at the side of your cheek and tilts his head, opening his mouth for passionate kiss, pouring his love into the kiss as his tongue darts in touching and tasting the recesses of your mouth. It’s like he’s establishing his familiarity, his bond with you. His love…you are loved.

“Lemme ge’ ya ankles,” he says rubbing his nose on yours.

“’Kay”

He pushes back and raises up, his softness slipping from your body.

“Mmm…,” you moan and your eyes flutter at the sensation.

He takes a moment to reverently brush his hand from your neck down your sternum along your tummy where he stops for a moment…just looking at your sex, settling back on his knees just looking, curiously.

The observation is unnerving and you begin to blush furiously and squirm. He presses lightly on your tummy to still you. “Don’ move…,” he scolds as he reaches behind him and releases the buckles quickly. He bends your knees and draws them up from their straightened position, his stare flitting from your face to your sex.

Finally, he bites his bottom lip on a grin, “Show me, Lily. Show me…our cum,” he says from where he’s perched between your legs.

You suck in your lips and place your hand over his as it rests on your tummy. “Harry…” you whisper softly.

“Show me…,” he says gently pressing on your tummy. The pressure causes the creamy mixture of you both to leak out and he takes a deep breath in and shakes his head in awe… “Fuckin’ love tha’….”

He runs his thumb down one side of your swollen pussy lips and into the mixture that has dripped down following the line of your body. He can’t resist swirling the cream around the pucker of your bottom hole. “God, Jezebel, miss ma plug here. Miss tha fullness, an’ ma initials here,” he says swirling around the sensitive nerves causing you to suck in a breath and moan.

He looks up when you draw your fingers up to your mouth, a nervous response to his revelry. “’S it feel good?”

You close your eyes.

“Ya know, ‘s ok if it does…nothin’ wrong wi’ it.”

You nod biting your finger and pull your legs back a little farther.

“Fuck! Jesus, gotta get another set…soon… very soon. Lemme get ya cleaned up. Need ta feed ma lover,” he says with a kiss to your knee and a winking smile.

“I think I wanna soak in the tub for a bit, H. D’you mind?” you ask as you drop your legs to one side.

“’Course no’ babe. Lemme ge’ ya water star’ed. Ya wan’ some of those salts fo’ y….”

You emphatically shake your head “no” interrupting, “Jus’ a hot bath, umm… the salts on my lady bits sounds kinda dreadful at the moment,” you say pushing up on your elbows.

“Lily…” he says with a stern stare.

“Harry… I feel amazing, my body feels…incredible,” you say sitting up all the way and running your hand down his cheek, “please don’t fret, I just don’t want the salt to make me more raw…because…,” you grab his chin forcing him to look in your eyes, “look at me, because I want more of you…I’ve missed feeling…sexy and being able to…don’t look like that, H,” you lean down to kiss his frowning face. “I-I…just want to have more of you…over and over…while I have you all to myself, after so much time without and all the issues with my parent’s murder…wanna be free to…”

“Fuck?” Harry says finally coming around and smirking. “Jus’ don’ wan’ ya ta hurt…”

“I’m definitely not in pain…pain, was not being able to make love and honestly, a little pain from you is…sooo…,” you close your eyes searching for the right words, “thrilling…that fine line reminds me that I’m alright…”

He chuckles, “Using my own lyrics on me, huh?”

“Well, if the words fit…” you say pulling your hair to one side and leaning in to draw your finger down the line of his nose.

Suddenly he jumps up “grabbing” an air microphone to belt out, “HURTS SO GOOD! COME ON BAABBY MAKE IT HURT SOOO GOOD! SOMETIMES LOVE…DON’T FEEL LIKE IT SHOULD, SO MAKE IT…HURT SO GOOD!”

You fall over in a fit of giggles.

He does a pretend throwing of the mic, “NO, tha’ doesn’ work…baby, this love always feels like it should…c’mere,” he leans down to pick you up bridal style, “le’s ge’ ya in tha tub. Think ‘ll jump in tha shower fo’ a sec, then ‘ll fix ya some tea. Planned ta make Chicken Picatta fo’ supper, ‘no it’s one of ya favori’es.”

You groan and roll your eyes as he sets you on your feet. He starts the water and gets you settled before grabbing a quick shower himself. On his way out to make you a cuppa, he turns around, “Love ya…forever, Lily. Will love ya forever.”

You smile softly from the relaxed position you’ve found in the tub, “And I will love you for forever, Harry…for forever.”

You spend the next couple of hours in the kitchen cooking…and well, generally making a huge mess. He insisted on making fresh pasta with the fancy pasta maker attachment that came with his expensive mixer. Needless to say the first batch dried out from being overworked trying to figure out how to get the pasta to run smoothly through the rolling mechanism. The conversations consisted of giggle fits and, “I think that’s backwards,” and, “it needs more flour or it’s gonna stick,” and, “No, Harry, being a baker at sixteen doesn’t make you a pasta maker!” Interspersed with voracious make-out sessions, romantic words over grating cheese and a belly laughing discussion about “What really are capers?” and the night staying in to cook was just perfect.

Tummies full and dishes done you stand at the kitchen counter in a Harry’s house t shirt and the special Harry’s House panties you had made for his One Night Only performance and you smile to yourself thinking about that night as you pour the last of the bottle of white in your wineglass. God, Harry was so sexy…the crowd loved him and later that night…he was…well, the memories of him taking you in front of the apartment windows. You smirk and bite your lip as you set the bottle down gently. You feel his warmth before you feel his touch as he comes up behind you to wrap one arm around your shoulders and one around your waist.

“Wha’s tha’ smile abou’ babe?” he asks as his hand snakes up your shirt to rub his thumb back and forth along your bee tattoo.

“Just thinkin’ about the night of the One Night Only show. I was wearing these panties. Thanks by the way for letting me get dressed for dinner…I know what a burden it is for you to have me in clothes…,” you snicker as he nuzzles his nose on your ear.

“Yeah, prefer ya in nothin’, bu’ hav’ ta admi’ when ya wear these panties…,” he moves his hand down to cup your mound, “Mmm…this is Harry’s House yanno….”

You close your eyes, smile softly and whisper, “That night…Harry… those green beads….” Your body breaks out in a shiver and you feel him press his hips against your bum as he pulls your pelvis back against him. Your nipples harden against his arm and you take a deep breath.

“Mmm…ya turn me on so much, Jezebel.”

You whimper, “Harry, I didn’t even know I was Jezebel then…”

“S’ true, it was my…,” he bites the shell of your ear and presses his middle finger along your panty-covered slit, “…little secret, jus’ waitin’ fo’ ya ta figure it out.”

“Always been my little freak, hmm?” you say enjoying the feel of his fingers on you.

“’Lil freak fo’ only you,” he says pressing in a little harder over your clit.

You flinch ever so slightly, the feel of the cotton brushing over the swollen skin of your pussy lips. You turn your head to kiss his cheek, but you can tell he’s noticed you flinch.

His eyebrows furrow, "Lemme light a fire in the bedroom, baby. Lay ya down and put some ointment on your sore lips, give ya a break tanight, but I wanna see how raw it is, wanna put something on it, make it feel better, get ya ready fo’ me tomorrow."

"Harry, I'm fine..."

"Know it's ok, but I wanna take care of ya, humor me, please...?"

"Harry..."

"Baby...please," he interrupts.

"What's gotten into you," you say twisting in his arms. He continues to rub over your panties, “Jus’ wanna take care of ya, an', yeah, wanna be the only one ta take care of ya."

You look into his dim eyes and realize he's having a moment. He's needing the intimacy of caring for you in a way no one else can. He's felt so helpless and he's needing to feel the intimate closeness of caring for a lover. Your sweet boy is needing to take care of you. You'd be a fool not to take in as much of his care as possible.

"It is a little sore, H. You think you can help me?" you whisper rubbing your cheek against his feeling the soft smile pull his cheek.

He nuzzles against your cheek. “Gonna be hard ta keep ma hands off of ya tonigh’ bu’ I can do it an’ yeah I thin’ I can help ya feel bet’ah.”

You smile against his jaw. “Love the way you say better.”

“Ya do? How do I say it?”

You giggle. “Ya say bet-ah,” you say mimicking his accent.

He laughs his breathy little laugh. “Don’ get me started on ya muddled accent, Jezebel.”

“Heyyyy…that’s not fair,” you say giggling.

He smiles and kisses your cheek. “I love ya accent, baby.”

You sigh. “I love your accent too and your voice…it’s all very very good.”

He pulls his hand away, reaching forward to grab your glass and take a sip. You watch close as his throat gulps the wine and his jaw flexes. You can't help but gulp your watering mouth. You’re ready to throw in the towel and beg him to take you right here in the kitchen. You look at him with heavy eyes about to beg, "Harry, I thi..."

"Don' look at me like tha' Jezebel," he pushes his hips forward, "This is hard enough as it is..." He pats your bum. “Bring the wine," and he turns to walk away.

You sigh but you know he’s probably right. You slide your own hand down to cup your pussy and it’s warmer to the touch than normal and it’s lightly throbbing. The rest of your body is craving him on a cellular level but your skin is telling a different story. You grab your wine glass and follow him to your bedroom where you find him on the floor in front of the fireplace lighting a fire and you watch as the muscles in his shoulders pull and stretch and it’s so sexy that you almost drop your glass. You shiver and decide that laying in front of the fire is what you want to do. You go to the closet and pull out the extra fluffy comforter and bring it to the bed and start to unzip the bag.

“What’re ya up to Jezebel?”

“Let’s lay in front of the fire you’re lighting, baby. I just want to be close to you.”

He smiles. “Sounds good. Here, ’ll help ya,” he says standing and grabbing the end of the comforter and you both work to lay it on the floor. He grabs the blanket and the pillows from the bed and lays them down on the floor, sitting down and holding out his hand for you to join him.

You take his hand while he twists to lean up against the foot of the bed spreading his pajama pant covered legs for you to settle between. His chest is warm against your back and his arms pull you in tight as you draw your legs up and over to one side.

He reaches up to find a small jar of a clear gel-type ointment, “Found this in tha cabinet, ’s somethin’ all natural my mum gave me when I first star’ed shavin’, supposed ta soothe…”

“Yeah, we’ve used it before.”

He pulls away and looks at your frowning, “Hmm?”

You suck in your lips and look down, “On my bum…,” you lift your eyes to meet his furrowed look, “Ya know….when you…umm… give me your initials, you’ve put it on them while they’re still fresh.”

He closes his eyes and his jaw flexes, “Oh…yeah…Jesus….”

You lean your forehead against his, “H, you remember when you first spanked them on me? Was Coachella the first night…I wanted them so much, still love them…and now I have this,” you push his arms away long enough to pull up your shirt, lift your breast and finger the bee and initials you have tattooed there.

“Love ma honey…,” he mumbles as his hand works it’s way around to your bum. “Love ma marks here too. Take ya shirt off, love, wanna feel ya skin against me.” He helps you pull the shirt over your head and off to the side, the warmth of the fire enveloping your exposed skin.

You catch him looking down at your breasts and place a gentle kiss on his chin.

He growls out a groan and sucks in his lips gaining a bit of control. Poor baby is trying to hard to keep his hands to himself. He pulls up the jar so you both can see the ingredients. “Ya think ‘s safe fo’ these pret’y ‘lil pink lips…,” he rasps moving his hand to your core, “…down here?”

Enjoying the intimacy of the moment and the feel of his chest against your back you softly run your fingers on his wrist, “Yeah, I think it’s fine, just as long as we keep it on the outside.”

“’ll be careful, darlin’.” He turns his lips to your ear, “Stand up fo’ me, ‘s ge’ these off,” he whispers tugging at the ties of your panties.

You stand up between his legs and he turns you around resting his head back on the bed to look you up and down. “My god, Lily…take ma breath away….”

You briefly close your eyes and take in the warmth and crackling sounds of the fire… and the love – it’s palpable. He unties the other side and you both watch as the panties fall to the duvet. He fists the panties and looks up at you just as a curl flops down almost into his eye. He slowly brings his fist to his nose and closes his eyes as he inhales deeply. You gulp audibly as it’s one of the most erotic things you’ve ever seen.

“Fuck….”

“Fuck…” you both say at the same time.

“Harry…”

“No, Jezebel, answer’s no…tamorrow, baby, ‘ll take ya good ‘n proper tamorrow. Now lemme see ma cunt,” he demands running his hands up your thighs.

You look down at his concerned expression as he inspects your body. “Aww, baby…” he sighs leaning forward to place a gentle kiss over your swollen pink lips. “Lay down fo’ me, Jezebel. Let me help ya,” he says tugging on your hand.

You lay down, head hitting the pillow and you watch as he moves over you.

“Spread ya legs, Lily.”

You sigh and spread your legs and he moves between them and unscrews the lid of the ointment dipping in for a small dollop of it on his fingers and gently rubs it on your swollen lips.

“Jesus Jezebel. Tha’ last round did a number on ya. Are ya throbbin’ at all?”

You bite your lip and breathe out a yes. His callused fingers moving over your lips hurts but you can feel the blood surging to your core and your nerve endings come alive under his touch. You can feel your nipples harden and your breath starts coming faster.

He puffs out a breath and puts more ointment on his fingers, gently spreading it over your skin. “”M sorry, baby. We’ve been going at it a lot. ‘S jus’…I missed ya s’damn much. ‘M no’ sorry fo’ lovin’ ya bu’ I hate tha’ I did this ta ya.”

You sit up and pull him down over you, his hands hitting the pillows underneath you. “Listen, I wanted it just as much. I want it now. Don’t be sorry because I’m not.”

He smiles and leans down to press his lips to yours.

“Fuck babe, killin’ me…,” he loses his cool for a split second and opens his mouth for a devouring kiss. His lips are so warm and his kiss so intentional, so…all-consuming. “Mmmm…,” his lips smack off yours, “Mmm…mmm…goddamn…,” he says pulling back and resting his forehead on yours his warm breath rushing over your cheeks.

“Haahh…Haahh…Harry, baby ‘m hurting,” you stutter, panting and grabbing at his face, running your thumbs back and forth over his cheek-bones.

“I know, I know…bu’ no’ tanight, darlin’, give ya body a res’.” He reluctantly moves off you and to your side, pulling you close in a little spoon position. “Lemme hold ya. Ya warm enough?”

“Yeah,” you say petulantly. “I can feel how hard you are, Harry,” you say rubbing your bum against his crotch.

He laughs his breathy laugh and kisses your ear, “Yeah, an’ ya swollen an’ raw. Don’ pout, angel, promise we’ll make love tamorrow.”

“Mmm…,” you moan as he pulls you in tight with his fingers rubbing your bee tattoo. You can’t resist reaching around to rub your fingers along the bee on his hip.

“You lookin’ forward ta Venice? ‘S gonna be a quick trip,” he says nosing your earlobe.

“Yeah, so excited and proud. H, don’t forget I have ta take a later flight because of the Apple exec meeting about the podcast’s advertising and possible new time slot. My flight’s just a few hours after yours. My dress will travel with your suit.”

“Jus’ gon’ pop in an’ get changed an’ meet me? First red carpet, baby. Ya nervous?”

“I just wanna make you look good,” you say turning your head to catch his eye.

His face is glowing as he looks down at you, his eyes shining and flickering with the reflection of the flames from the fireplace.

“��m jus’ the lucky bas’ard who ge’s ta hav’ ya on his arm. Ya gonna steal tha spo’ligh’, beau’iful.”

“You nervous about the interviews?”

“Kinna…mean, music’s easy ta talk abou’…this festival thin’ will be a firs’ fo’ me too. Hope I don’ fuck it up.”

You rest your head back and smile drowsily. “Surely they’ll prep you before…” you say yawning.

His eyes search your face with a soft smile. He know’s you’re getting sleepy, but he’ll talk until you finally fall.

“After the screening, we have ta greet an’ mingle, take photos, Jesus…,” he says leaning down to kiss your nose, “s’many photos.” He rolls his eyes and kisses his way across your forehead and over each brow.

“Should be used to that mister. There’ll be fans there, too right?”

“Yeah, all tha fans’ll of the cast’ll be there…should be somewha’ contained though,” he rasps drawing a line down the bridge of your nose with his forefinger.

You take a deep sigh, “Mmmm…Chris Pine…dreamy…” you say softly as you drift in and out.

“’ll let tha’ slip ‘cuz ya sleepy…jus’ don’ forget ya mine.”

“Could never forget that I’m yours,” you say not bothering to open your eyes. “Wish I could wear my ring,” you mumble in your sleepy state and hold up your ring clad hand before you allow it to drop across your tummy.

Harry studies the softness of your face; the way your lashes lie gently on your cheeks and your even breathing, the soft way your nose moves with every breath. He understands the longing to share with the world that he’s found his forever love, but selfishly, he’s loving the privacy of keeping it quiet. Maybe it’s time to talk to Jeffrey about how to handle questions and just wear the damn thing. He slides his hand down your arm and places his middle finger over the diamond and buries his face in your neck placing soft kisses on the exposed skin and across your shoulder. “Fuck.” He mouths against your skin with closed eyes. He knows when things go public you lose a little bit of the precious bubble you’ve made together. Reaching for the blanket he covers you both and pulls you in tight whispering, “Jus’ wanna keep us in this bubble…jus’ wan’ tha bubble.”

“I love you, H,” you drawl in your dream state.

Drifting off himself, “Love ya mo’, ma Lily girl.”

You both sleep soundly, only changing positions once. You lie half-draped over his body. He often prefers to sleep on his tummy and has turned over at sometime during the night on your fluffy pallet at the foot of the bed in front of the fireplace. Cheek is on his shoulder blade, your leg is draped between his with your thigh tucked against his bum. A faint buzzing noise from far away is like a fly buzzing around your sleepy state. “Bzzz…Bzzz…Bzzz” the sound continues in rounds of three while he remains softly snoring. You take a deep breath and raise your eyebrows hoping to force your eyes open. He’s so warm and relaxed under your cheek. Turning your face you softly kiss his skin and run your hand up his spine. He’s resting too well to wake and besides nature calls, so you untangle yourself gently and rise to search for the buzzing. Stumbling toward the bedside table you find Harry’s phone buzzing with a text and a voice message. You sit on the edge of the bed and squeeze your eyes open and closed trying to focus. Doesn’t feel right to be staring at his phone. It’s password protected anyway so you hit the power button to acknowledge the notification and stop the infernal buzzing, set it back down and stand to head to the loo. Gathering a handful of hair you pile it on top of your head and grab his clippy next to your phones and clip it into place as you head toward the bathroom.

“It’s ‘Lilyslilfreak0601’,” you hear him rasp from the pallet on the floor.

You stop with a look of confusion as you spot him stretching his arms above his head. “Huh?”

“My password…it’s ‘Lilyslilfreak0601’,” he rasps again.

“Oh. I wasn’t prying…I jus….”

“Stop, ‘no tha’ baby, jus’… wan’ed ya… to ‘no it.” He says reaching for your ankles where you stand close to him. “C’mere.”

“No, H, I gotta go to the loo,” you say giggling as he plays handsy with your ankles and toes.

“’ll check tha phone,” he says sitting up as you head to the bathroom.

You take care of business, wash your hands and reach for your toothbrush. You can’t help but smile softly thinking about his phone password; he even added your birthday at the end, June 1st.

When you walk back into the bedroom you stop in your tracks. He’s stretched out on the bed with his legs crossed at the ankles scrolling through his phone. His hair is tousled in all ways like he’s been running his hand through the top curls. He’s donned your little black reading glasses and is staring intently at the screen. You can’t help but notice his glorious morning wood lying along his thigh. God, he’s such a beautiful creature and… he loves you. You stare biting the side of your lip.

“There’s my hair clip,” he says looking up with a smirk.

Reaching up to touch the clip, you notice his stare indicates he too is checking out his lover. “Now. C’mere,” he says stretching his arm out and crooking his finger in a come-hither fashion.

Grinning, biting your bottom lip you do a little tip-toe skip over to him, where he grabs your hand and pulls you to straddle his waist with a chuckle.

“Mornin’ swee’eart,” he slides his hand along your thighs.

You lean forward reaching for the glasses, “May I?”

“S’ polite…” he says with animated formality as he helps you remove the reading glasses. “D’ya sleep well, darlin’? How ya feelin’?”

“Slept well and feel great,” you say leaning forward with your hands on the pillow on either side of his head. “Who was buzzin’ your phone?” You kiss his cheek down to his ear.

“Fron’ concierge has a package…think,” he begins before being distracted by the way your nipples brush his chest, “’s the beta colors fo’ the Spring Pleasing 2023 line…” he bucks his hips slightly because you’re purposely swaying your nipples across his groaning at the sensation, “Jesus…baby….”

“Mmmm….feels so good, ‘m so sensitive…my nipples are so….”

“Hard,” he says filling in the blank.

“I want…I mean…could I…,” you close your rolled back eyes and undulate your hips feeling his cock snug against your bum. “Ungh…hahha…ahhh, H,” you whimper opening your eyes to see his dark with lust, but his expression is a watchful awe.

“Take ma thigh, Jezebel,” he says propping his thigh up between your legs. Holding your hips he helps you swirl and swivel your hips.

“Hmmph…but I want you inside,” you whine still trying to get as much friction on your nipples and clit as possible.

“Close ya eyes an’ listen ta me.” You close your eyes and bite you bottom lip.

“God, wish ya could see yaself, Jezebel. Love watchin’ ya get yaself off on my thigh.”

You whimper. “Harry,” you moan out, your forehead falling to his.

“Feels good righ’?”

“Yes!”

“Ya makin’ a mess of ma thigh. Ya close?”

“Mmmm…yes! Fuck!” You can just start feeling your orgasm in your belly and then you can hear your cell phone ring and it’s Bella’s ringtone.

You stop your movements on his leg. “It’s Bella. I should get it,” you say panting and more than a little irritated.

His hands slide up your sides to your breasts, thumbs brushing over your nipples. “Answer ya phone an’ come back ta me.”

You stand up and go to the nightstand and grab your phone and straddle his lap.

“Hello?”

“Hi Lily. Sorry to bother you but I you got a call back from that detective for the new case.”

“That’s great but I’m taking the next couple of days off, you know that.”

Harry’s enjoying your frustration immensely.

“We’ll, you did say that you wanted to be alerted if you get this call back, regardless.”

You sigh. “You’re right. I did say that. I’m sorry. I’ll call him right back.”

He laughs his breathy little laugh and swats your bum. “I’ll be back. Do what ya need ta do baby.”

You smile and mouth thank you as Bella patches the detective in.

After thanking the detective, promising to get back to him after you’ve done more research, and apologizing again to Bella, you’re finally able to end the call. Your phone tells you that you’d spent 43 minutes on the call and while you were glad for the callback you were also sad that it meant time away from Harry not to mention your ruined release from earlier. You get up and pad down the stairs and into the kitchen where you notice a giant Pleasing box opened and sitting on the breakfast bar and him in front of the griddle making pancakes and eggs.

“Makin’ sausage links for’ ya befo’ ya ask.”

You giggle and wrap your arms around his waist from behind, kissing his back and breathing him in. “Lemon pancakes?”

He looks over his shoulder and smiles at you. “‘Course. Ya wan’ ya sausages well done?”

You nod and he rolls his eyes. “It should be against policy ta burn food bu’ I’ll make an exception fo’ ya ‘cause I love ya,” he says turning his attention back to the griddle.

You giggle and murmur out a thank you against the skin of his back. “I’ll set the table,” you say moving from him and finding plates and flatware and glasses.

You set the table for two, then look a little closer at things, tapping you finger against your lips, “Hmmm? Maybe only one…” you muse to yourself. With that thought you pick up one place setting and put it away. Looking down at your body clad only in the Harry’s House panties you slipped back into when on the phone, after all it felt weird being so turned on and talking with a colleague, you decide to tell him you’re gonna go grab a t-shirt. You pop into the kitchen and stop for a second, my god, he sure sets a sexy morning scene, your favorite low slung black silk pajama pants, obviously, sans boxers, and nothing else other than the chains on his neck. It’s a glorious sight, that still causes your tummy to drop and your mouth to go dry. You walk over to kiss his shoulder, “’M gonna go grab a tee, be right back.”

You turn to walk away and he grabs your wrist and tugs you back to him, “Nuh-Uh, wan’ ya naked, beautiful.”

“Harry, I want syrup…be all sticky….”

“Then I’ll jus’ hav’ ta clean ya up…,” he says smirking, placing a smacking kiss to your lips and winking, “…with my tongue.”

“Mmmm…how can I say no to that?” You say, pressing your lips to his, enjoying the feeling of his warm lips against yours, his hand on the side of your neck sliding down your shoulder to your elbow and sliding to cup your breast.

“Harry…” you moan against his mouth as his kisses slide down your neck.

His fingers tug at your nipple just like you like it.

“Got plans fo’ ya after breakfast Jezebel. Ya ready fo’ me?”

You gulp. “Fuck breakfast, H, you know I’m ready for you now,” you say breathlessly tipping up on tip-toes to get a deeper kiss. “Waited so long for you.”

His other hand runs around to your bum where he squeezes a handful, “My time, ‘kay…’ll ‘no when time is righ’…trust me, yeah?”

You pout out your bottom lip, “Oh – Kay….”

“S’ fuckin’ cute…,” he says with that enigmatic smile.

Your hands move to bring his mouth back to yours. “Let’s eat breakfast my love.”

Carrying dishes to the table he smirks when he sees only one place setting. Deep down he’s proud that you remember how much he enjoys when you share a meal together from one setting. He looks back to you in front of him and smiles loving the way one side of your panties have ridden up your bum causing one cheek to show more than the other, not to mention the way it moves when you walk.

You look over your shoulder and notice where his eyes go and your body covers in goosebumps. “Thought maybe I would feed you for a change. Sit,” you command gently as you place the dishes on the table.

He sits down and pulls you into his lap, where you tumble with a harrumph. He leans you back like he giving you a dancing dip and kisses you soundly. “S’sexy when ya order me around.”

“Mmm…you like?”

“Mmm…I migh’. Try me sometime.”

“Duly noted,” you say tapping your temple with your forefinger thoughfully.

“Fix ma plate, woman, ‘fore I have YOU fo’ brekkie…,” he teases as he sits you up in his lap.

You begin to assemble your shared plate “Pancakes?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Sausages, for me.”

“Charred fo’ ma girl.”

“Yummo!”

“Hashbrowns?”

“Mm-hm.”

“Syrup?”

“Ya ‘no it.”

“First bite,” you say cutting a triangle of pancake, spearing it and holding a cupped hand under it as you move it to his mouth. As per usual, his raspberry colored tongue pops out first and he pulls the bite into his mouth, eyes never leaving yours.

You watch as he chews his pancakes and you smile, your finger swiping a drop of syrup from his chin and cutting a triangle of pancakes for yourself. You’re starving and sigh as you take a bite. When you open your eyes, he’s staring at you with the sweetest smile. You kiss him quickly before scooping up another bite for him.

“Mmmm…pancakes and kisses may be my most favorite thing in the world.”

“Yeah?” He says, grabbing a hash brown and taking a bite. “Ya mos’ favorite thing in the world is pancakes?”

You nod, chewing on a bite of sausage.

“Hmmm…so it’s no’ when I’m buried deep inside ya an’ ya cummin’ fo’ me?” He asks, hand cupping your pussy.

“Mmmm…well I was hungry,” you tell him, breaking off a piece of hash brown and popping it in your mouth. You take the next to last bite of pancakes and bring it to his mouth. He smiles and takes it off the fork as you spear the last bite for yourself.

“I love you, Lily,” He says suddenly serious.

“I love you, Harry,” you say with a concerned expression.

“Jus’ wan’ ya ta ‘no tha’… Loved ya fo’ a long time, an’ will love ya for longer still.”

You smile with glassy eyes, “Harry… that sounds like lyrics, are those lyrics?”

“Maybe…”

“Are you trying to t….”

He grins and smashes his lips to yours quickly, effectively silencing you. He deepens the kiss with an open mouth.

You sigh into the kiss. He tastes of coffee and maple syrup. His mouth opens wide to take in as much of your mouth as he can while his hands slide up the sides of your face and into your hair pulling you in closer. He growls into your mouth as he licks and runs his tongue along yours. You feel the intensity, the passion, the raw sexuality run from your mouth to your nipples to your core. Your heart soars with the love and devotion you feel for him but soars highest from the love and devotion you feel coming from him in leaps and bounds.

He pulls away and you’re stunned silent. Exactly what he wanted to do. Perfect distraction. Your song has been running around in his head for weeks now, but he’s not ready to share, he’s already said too much. He pats your side, “Jus’ leave tha dishes, love, can get to ‘em later.”

You nod still swallowing his incredible kiss. You clear your throat, “S…So what’s in the box?” You can’t stop your search in his eyes, some beautiful exchange just happened, something that will mean so much to you later, so you want to memorize the moment. He’s planning something, and you’ll know what in his perfect time, so you’ll wait patiently. If he wants to distract you with his kisses, you’ll pretend to be distracted, but you just can’t take your eyes off him. His face is so soft today, so relaxed…so content, and you get to be a part of that, maybe even responsible for it. What an honor.

“Think ’s tha beta fo’ tha Pleasing Spring 2023 colors an’ stuff. Wanna check it out?” he says regaining composure.

You nod.

“Le’s go open it in the bedroom, wanna see tha colors in lightin’ in there.”

You hop up and he grabs the box and you head up the stairs where you settle back on your pallet together. He pries the box open and pulls out the small boxes contain the new products.

“Wha’ color ya wan’ on ya toes?” He asks you holding up the polishes.

“I love the yellow on you…I want the yellow.”

He smiles and grabs your foot and places it flat on his calf and shakes the polish vigorously. He unscrews the cap and wipes the exceeds polish off of the brush, bends his head and draws a stripe of polish on your big toe. “Wha’ was it like fo’ ya ta move to England from the States?”

You puff out a breath. “It was hard. I was so gonsmacked by everything that happened and then I was packed off to Brighton with my Auntie and Uncle and everything was just so different, yanno?”

He looks up at you and nods.

“I know my Auntie and Uncle loved me but they didn’t have any children and didn’t want any. They really didn’t know what to do with me, I think. I went to school but I was just this sad American girl trying to get her bearings. It’s not like London…there’s no Americans there. I was weird and awkward. I didn’t really have any friends.”

You wipe a tear from your face. “I felt incomplete I suppose. It got better as I got older but that feeling never really left. Then my Auntie got sick right at the end of Year 7 and I took time off to be with her and the couple of friends I’d made went abroad or onto uni. After my Auntie passed my Uncle just…he just withered and then he died. It took another year to settle the estate before I could start uni.”

“Jesus Lily. I’m s’sorry ya went through all tha’.”

You smile down at him. “Thank you, my sweet man. But then I met Gem and that’s how I met you. That never would’ve happened if I hadn’t taken those gap years. It was worth it. I finally found a real family and now look what I have! You, your fam and the Chapmans…I feel complete finally. And I have my memory back,” you say smiling through the tears. “I have you…I finally have you.”

“Ya do, ya ‘no? ‘Ave me, ‘ave all of me,” he says kissing the top of your foot and blowing on the polish.

It tickles just a tiny bit and you sit back on your hands with your knees bent and smile with a quiet giggle, your breasts jiggling slightly. He prepares to apply the second coat and you marvel at his ability to do a pretty darn good job. “You gonna charge me for this, Mr. Styles…I mean after all a pedicure by Harry Styles has gotta cost a mint.”

“Don’ worry abou’ it, love, ya worth quite a bit of money yaself an’ quite a bit more in the future, think you can afford me? Plus, ‘ll exchange in sexual favors wi’ ya sweet girl.”

“Oh, you will? Don’t you have a girlfriend?”

“Oh, bet-tah, I ‘ave a fiancée, she’s smokin’ an’ way outta ma league!” he says with a wink.

You push up and cup your hand on his cheek, “There’s no way, H…She’s just right for you.”

He grins and lifts only his eyes and blows again on the new coat.

You look down your body and pull your shirt up just enough to reveal your belly button and inspect it. “Ya know, I dunno why I let my naval piercing grow up…” you say casually.

“Didn’ ‘no ya had it pierced?” he says with a frown, “God knows I tried ta memorize every inch of ya body fo’ years now. Don’ ‘member it being pierced?”

“Did it tha same time Gems did. D’ya remember that summer she got hers done?” you say tilting your head and meeting his smile.

“Not really, wasn’t inta ma sis-tah’s belly button…but yours, don’ ‘no how I missed tha’.”

You sit up straighter, “Well, H, to be honest it was the second summer ya went on tour, and I probably was never in a two-piece swimsuit when you were around.”

“Yeah! Why was tha’? God knows I would’ve loved ta see ya in a two-piece.”

“Awww…sweet boy, you were busy at the time and had, I’m sure your fair share of bellies to look at and admire.”

“Always thought of you, Lily…may’ve dated, bu’ it’s because, ta me, ya were unattainable…”

You smile and stare at this beautiful curly headed dreamboat sharing his own insecurities with you and shake your head.

“But yeah, we were gonna get our piercings and then had plans to get matching tattoos around our belly buttons…have you ever heard anything so absurd?” you say giggling and tracing your finger around your naval. “We were going to get a sun with rays shining around it like this,” you say drawing on your tummy.

He pushes your legs open a little and scoots between them shaking the bottle of nail polish. “Like this?” he says and begins to gently draw a circle around your naval with the yellow polish.

You can’t help but giggle at the soft feel of the brush lightly dragging along your skin. He continues to play by drawing a sun and intricate wavy, curly rays shooting out all around. He draws and blows, draws and blows, turning his head from side to side in heavy concentration. “S’ why didn’ ya?”

You bite your bottom lip and dryly say, “Because I knew that if I got pregnant someday it would just be ridiculous, I mean, it would go from the size of a ping-pong ball to the size of a cantaloupe and…ew, just ew… I didn’t want my partner to have to see that anymore than I wanted to see it.”

On that note, he screws the cap back on and sets the polish aside. He blows one last time on his project, before his eyes slide up to yours. “S’ ya gonna have our babies then?” he says leaning forward to place a soft kiss on your skin, eyes never leaving yours, on the skin just below his paint.

Your expression turns serious when you see the seriousness on his face. “I don’t know Harry, do you wanna have babies…with me…?”

Eyes tuned to yours he begins to softly nod his head, “Yeah, wanna ‘ave children an’ ‘course wi’ you, who tha fuck else would I wanna ‘ave ‘em wi’… But YOU, Lily, d’ YOU wanna have children…wi’ me?... wi’ this crazy life of mine…of ours?”

You puff out a breath. “It’s scary to think about sometimes because our life is crazy, yanno?”

He nods, lips tucked in his mouth.

“But…I want it all with you, Harry. I don’t care how we get a little family, if they’re biological kids or we adopt, I want to do this with you because I love you and if it’s just the two of us and a bunch of animals, then I’m ok with that too.”

He licks his lips, kisses your tummy again, and smiles his soft smile - the one you love so much. “I wan’ it all wi’ ya too, Lily…I jus’ wan’ ya an’ wha’ ever happens…I’m all in.”

The kisses start out soft but soon there’s a sense of urgency to them. The desire that has been simmering since last night comes back full force as his tongue darts out into your open mouth and tangles with yours and the need to be with him is overwhelming.

He kisses a blazing trail down your neck, his hips grinding into yours involuntarily, and then his lips suction around your nipple, tongue working hard against it before his teeth nibble and your back arches. “Always s’sensitive fo’ me, Jezebel.”

You nod. “Mmmm…yes!”

His hand trails down your body and cups your pussy. “How’s ma cunt feel this mornin’?”

Your eyes flutter closed at the feeling of his warm hand. “It’s good, feels b-better,” you stammer out, gasping as the tip of his middle finger slowly runs through your slit.

“Mmmm…s’wet fo’ me. Ya must’ve been wantin’ me all nigh’, yeah?”

“Mmmm…yes. Always want you…even when I shouldn’t.”

“Fuck, Jezebel. Killin’ me. I’ve been wantin’ ta try somethin’. Ya wanna play?”

Your back arches up into him. “Yes!”

He smirks down at you. “Be right back,” he says hopping up and going to rummage in a dresser drawer while you pant in anticipation.

You drop back to the floor once he stands slightly exasperated…after all your body has been primed since this morning for him.

He plops down after just a few moments, sitting cross-legged in front of you. “Had these fo’ a while now, bu’ jus’ no’ been tha righ’ time…jus’ no’ ready…” he says looking at the box forlornly. “’No they’re…well…jus’ ‘no…,” he stammers.

“H,” you say breathlessly, “what…?”

Shaking his head clear of doubts, “Here…,” he says handing you the small, shallow, jewelry style box.

You pull the top off the metallic silver box to see two beautiful long platinum loops with thick, solid initials “L”, “R” and “S” dangling from the bottom loop. They’re beautiful…a little longer than you’re accustomed to…like two inches long from the narrow ends to the loop with the dangling initials that are solid and heavy. The metal has been polished to sparkle and the narrow ends have been dipped in a black rubberized material to make them attach comfortably.

“Harry…oh my god, they’re beautiful!” you exclaim with excitement. Then you stop to stare with a watery smile at the realization of what the letters stand for.

He’s pulling on his bottom lip with his forefinger and thumb anticipating your reaction. “Thought it migh’ be time fo’ ya ta get accustomed to new initials…I mean, at least between the two of us fo’ now…someday you’ll be Lily Rose-Styles.”

“How’d ya know? How’d ya know I wanted to keep ‘Rose’?” you ask softly flicking away an errant tear.

“Well, I didn’… bu’ wanna honor ya mum an’ dad…they gave ya such a beau’iful name, an’ I jus’ wan’ the priviledge of addin’ mine to it,” he takes a deep breath and smiles, “sooo…jus’ took a chance when I had ‘em made.” He grabs your left hand and fingers your gorgeous engagement ring, “Ya mine, Lily an’ I like thinkin’ abou’ ya havin’ my name.”

You pull one from the box and look it over, so beautiful and shiny, they’re kinda long and heavy, but what do you know… maybe it’s the latest style. A custom fit for each earlobe. Holding the dangle to your earlobe, you exclaim with a smile, “What do you think!?”

He sucks in his lips and looks away with a smirk and a chuckle. “’S beautiful, babe, bu’” Frowning at his humor, you pout, “W..Wh.. Harry, don’t make fun of me! I love them!”

“No, no, baby…no’ makin’ fun…it’s jus’,” he chuckles again and you twitch your expression, “it’s jus’ tha’s no’ wha’…aww…baby…it’s no’ fo’ ya ears…,” he minds your frown of frustration, “nah, goes like this….” He sits up straight and takes your hand and places it, fingers first on his nipple, using the pad of your fingers to show you how to circle his areola until the nipple is turgid and poking out. He then places the rubberized narrow end of the dangling loops and slides it over his nipple and tightens it with a hidden slide that closes the ends on each other causing the rubberized end to tighten on his nipple. The closer the slide closes the tighter the ends clamp down. You gulp and audibly swallow with a shiver. Soon the loop is dangling from his nipple with the thick, heavy letters, which are weighted, you’re slowly realizing from holding one, hanging from his clamped nipple. “Mmmm…,” he rasps through clenched teeth, “’S tight…clamps baby…clamps fo' my Jezebel’s sensitive nipples,” he continues just before he quickly pops them off with a gasp and grimace. Blowing out a puff of air he says breathily, “Trust me?”

You meet his eyes, blown pupils, clenched jaw, “Mm-hmm,” nodding animatedly.

“Here,” he says circling your nipple with his middle fingers, “Here…” he continues leaning forward to place an open mouth kiss, before pulling off with an audible pop leaving your eyes rolling. “Wanna put’em here. Will ya lemme, Jezebel?”

Bending your head back at the sensation you groan, “Oh my god, H…”

“Well?”

You pick your head up and meet his eyes, and nod biting your bottom lip, “Yeah…”

He smiles, deeply satisfied, “Let’s try this one first…,” he says taking a moment to suckle on your left nipple while he cups and caresses the fullness of your tit.

By the time he’s finished you’re breathing heavy in anticipation.

“Too sensitive, love? We can wait, ’s no’ a problem,” he whispers searching your eyes.

“No!” you exclaim a little more forcefully than you expected. You watch the smirk appear on his face, “I mean, no, I don’t wanna wait, please don’t stop.”

He places the narrow tines on your nipple and pushes the slide up the sides watching your expression. When the slide is a little over half-way up the tines you begin to grimace at the pressure, but within only a few more millimeters it’s reached a biting tightness. “Mmmm…Ughh!” you groan at the sensation, eyes rolling back. He lets go of the clamp and it falls with a heavy dangle attached to your nipple, the weight of the initials and the pressure of the tines deliciously situated in all the right ways. “Fuck…,” you whisper rolling your neck. He does the same to the other nipple and sits back on his knees to take in his handiwork.

“Jesus fucking Christ, baby…,” he mumbles with his hands on your undulating hips. “Feel good?”

“H…H…Harry…!”

Licking his lips he shakes his head and closes his eyes like the sight of you rolling your head and panting your breath before him is more than he could’ve ever imagined. “Hold on love,” he says just before he flicks the loops up in such a way they bounce back down, jerking and tugging at your hard nipples and crinkled areolas.

“Hahhh…Haaaa…God, Harry…so intense.”

“Yeah?”

“Mm-hmm!”

He leans forward to place open mouthed kisses along your neck to your ear, “Wan’ ya ta sit on the edge of the bed, kay? Open wide fo’ me, swee’eart, ya understand?”

In your delirious state of arousal, you nod awkwardly and scramble up, needing help to stand up off the pallet to sit on the edge of the bed. The movement causes the loops and weighted letters to shift to the point you struggle to manage your movement. Finally, he nudges you to where you’re lying back on the bed and pushes your legs wide. “’M gonna make ya cum on ma fingers with ma tongue, then ya gonna turn over an’ ‘m gon’ fuck ya from behind…but, baby, don’ touch ya tits, jus’ let tha clamps work, yeah? Gon’ feel so good…been waitin’ fo’ this. Lily, baby I fuckin’ love ya body, love tha way it responds ta me…love tha way these lush tits bounce an’ relax in ma ‘ands…the way they’re made fo’ me…,” he kisses the inside of your thigh, “the way they move when we fuck…an’ now, how they look with my clamps on them,” he says flipping the letters back and forth, “my Lily Elizabeth Rose-Styles…ya all mine.”

Your back arches and your groan from deep within, loudly. Your core drenching with pent-up arousal and an unknown, newly familiar kink. “H! It pinches and feels so good!”

You’re laying on the edge of the bed, panting, his hands on your ankles, legs pushed open wide, you’re absolutely soaked for this man, clamps dangling to the sides of your breasts and he can’t stop staring at you.

“Fo’ fucks sake, Jezebel…ya look good enough ta eat,” he says, smirking.

You whimper both in response to his words and the pull of the clamps.

“Fuck, changed ma mind. Wan’ ya on ma face, turn over,” he says, letting go of your ankles.

You whimper but turn over and cry out as the clamps move and pull at your nipples again. You’re panting and tears run out of your eyes.

“Ya ok, Jezebel?”

You nod frantically, lips between your teeth.

He sits down, his back to the bed and he leans his head back onto the mattress, his hands gripping your hips. “Sit down, Jezebel. Wan’ ma soaked cunt on ma face.”

You whimper and lower your body and you yelp as his hands pull you down all the way to his mouth. You look down and meet his eyes, your hands moving to his curls. His hands slide up and flick the clamps causing you to cry out and then his tongue darts out to lick up a hard stripe up your slit and then he suckles your clit in his mouth.

You’re already so worked up from waiting that you know you won’t last long and that was before he attached the clamps. Your hands tighten in his curls and your hips start moving unconsciously, the clamps pulling at every movement forward and back.

He pops off your clit and goes back to licking up and down your sensitive slit, alternating between hard and soft licks. He can feel your legs starting to shake and knows you’re close so he sucks your clit back into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and working his tongue against you.

Your mouth drops open and you start chanting his name over and over. “Harry…Harry…Harry…mmmm…ungh! Cumming! I’m cumming! Fuck!” You cry out as the world goes white and all you can hear is the rush of blood in your ears as your orgasm takes over.

He simply rests his head back on the bed and watches as your body shakes and your pussy contracts opening and closing with your orgasm. He smiles a smug smile…loving that he does this to you. “God, so fuckin’ sexy when ya lose y’self like tha’, makes me s’hard,” he says against the skin of your thigh before pulling his head from between your legs and turning to stand behind you. He runs his land down your back and you arch like a cat trying to get more touch.

He wastes no time threading his middle and ring finger in your tight spasming channel, “S’tight, gonna have ta breath fo’ me an’ open up, darlin’.”

You whine, “I’m trying!”

“Ya still cummin’ aren’t ya, Jezebel?”

“Mmm…”

He slaps your right cheek, “Words baby”

“Cl…clamps…,” you whimper shivering hearing the jingle of your initials as they hang from your nipples.

“Gon take ‘em off when ya cum again fo’ me…it’ll be intense, baby, but you can ‘andle it, Kay?”

You close your eyes. “H…I dunno…I don’t think I can…”

He leans down over you, pressing his body into yours. “Ya can do this fo’ me, Jezebel. I know ya body, bu’ ya gotta trust me wi’ it. So, are ya gonna let me take ya an’ make ya cum harder than ya ever have?”

You suck in your bottom lip that’s been slack and taste the cold drip of saliva that’s been perched there as you breathe through the sensation. You can never lie to him or yourself when it comes to his sexual prowess, you love every newfound joy you both discover about each other and at the moment you just want him to fill the empty space that you’ve had with his hard cock. It’s always a tight fit when you’ve been orgasming without him inside, so you know this first plunge will be a delicate yet delectable push and pull. Your nipples have gone numb, but the tug is exquisite.

“Gonna go slow baby, ya swollen an’ tight. Take ya time adjusting ta me, don’t rush, go’ all night ta fuck.”

You twist your head and meet his eyes, his face right next to yours. “I trust you, Harry.” Your eyes flutter closed and then open to meet his. “Take me…. I’m yours.”

“Jesus Jezebel, can see my ‘S’ hanging from ya tits…gonna be mine…hmm? Gonna hold my name? Gonna lemme fuck my babies inside ya someday, hmm? Hold still baby, s’hard fo’ ya…feel tha’, ya need lube swee’eart? Don’ wanna hurtcha…””

“‘S ok if it stings, just fuck me H, please.”

“S’no’ ok. Migh’ wanna take ya again lat-ah an’ can do tha’ if ya hurtin’. Hold on…gonna grab the lube,” he says, moving away and going to the nightstand drawer and flipping the cap. He squirts a dollop on his fingers and moves back behind you, rubbing the lube over his hard cock. “Uhhhnngghh…fuck, this is the warming kind,” he pants out as he positions himself once again and sliding just the head in and waits.

You bow your head down at the warm slickness of his velvet hardness, the spongy head slipping in. You push back trying to take more of him in. “Wait, baby, wan’ more?”

“Unnghh…” is all you can manage.

He claws his fingers and drags them down your back nails scratching at the same time he slips in, his fingers digging in when he reaches the base of your spine. Inch by slick inch he fills you up and you can only whine and bear down as he reaches deep inside you.

“My god, H,” and he pushes just a little further as he struggles to get his stance closer.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck Jezebel, love ya so fuckin’ much, you don’ even know,” he says biting his bottom lip and gently shaking his head.

You’re both panting as he finally moves a tiny bit closer and he’s fully inside you.

“Unghhh…” you pant out as your hands fist the duvet.

He leans down to press kisses down your spine. “No’ gonna move til ya tell me ta, Jezebel, but I am gonna have some fun,” he says breathily against your ear as his hands slide to your breast and he flicks the clamps causing sensation to come back to your nipples and you clench down hard on him, whimpering.

He smirks. “Jus’ think how intense tha’s gonna be when ya cummin’ ‘round me, hmmm?”

You whimper again.

“This body, Jezebel. ‘S amazin’ an’ ‘m the lucky one it comes alive fo’.”

You whimper and turn your head, biting the skin of your upper arm.

“They feel like my teeth on ya, mmm? God I love these nipples…same color as ya lips, both these,” he slides his hand up to your neck and runs his thumb over your bottom lip, “and these,” he says using his other hand to slip down to where he’s buried deep and runs his fingers in a V shape down both lips of your pussy. The sensation of his hand at your throat gently holding your head up and his fingers feeling his way around where you’re connected causes your pussy to flutter. He moves his hips ever so slowly in a circular swivel, like he’s screwing himself into you.

“S’ sexy when I can touch us like this…reach down an’ feel it…yeah, feel me, god s’deep,” he says against the skin between your shoulder blades. He moves his hand on top of yours and threads his fingers in between.

“Touch me inside ya, Lily…feel it…? Feel this.” He says as he pulls out just a few centimeters before he slowly slides in again.

You feel the wetness of the lube and your honey leak between your fingers…it’s all over both of your connected hands. You moan a high pitch sound that’s part moan, part breath.

“As close as two people can get an’ ‘s still no’ enough fo’ me…seven inches deep inside ya an’ still no’ enough,” he says resting his forehead on your spine.

You’re panting. He’s right…it’s never close enough. “Fuck me, Harry…I need you,” you pant out. “You feel good…you always feel so fuckin’ good….”

He presses his lips to your spine. “Ya ready fo’ me now, hmmm? Gonna give it ta ya good, Jezebel. If ya feel like screamin’ go ahead an’ scream. No one’ll hear ya ‘cept me,” he says smirking and then pulling out slowly and pushing back in. It’s slow but he swivels his hips on every thrust causing you to whimper. “S’it good?”

You nod.

“Ya wan’ more?”

You nod again.

He picks up the pace and then his hands flick the clamps again and again and again and your thighs start shaking. His hips have begun a deep steady thrust and the erotic sounds of flesh on flesh echos along with you ever increasing whining moan…. “Don’, thrust, “Move,” thrust, “Jezebel” he says thrusting and causing you to bounce forward on the bed.

Your tits slam forward on each trust and the weight of your flesh and the bite of the clamps takes your breath away. “Harder H! H..h..harder, puuhhhleezze!” You sob loudly.

“Louder, love, beg me louder,” he says squeezing your bum cheeks hard pushing them wider. His thumb strokes down to where he’s sliding in and out. “Ya gonna cum…squeeze me baby, yeah, jus’ like that…squeeze hard…I’m so close, so Fuckin’ close…” he mumbles through gritted teeth as he feels his balls pull up tight ready to explode. He reaches around and jerks one of the clamps off. The shock causes you to falter. As the blood rushes back into the your nipple the throb is beyond any sensation you can describe. Your groan turns into a scream of his name. “Hhhhaaaarrrryy, ohgodohgodohgod Harry, fuck fuck fuck!” The deep throb shoots to your core and your desperate anticipation of the next clamp causes you to fall forward to grab at the remaining clamp.

“Don’ touch baby, mine, it’s mine!

“No, no, no…” you scream out just as he rips the other off and your orgasm overtakes every muscle group. Contracting and contracting over and over, your cum leaks down your leg and Harry’s shout at your clench causes him to scratch your hips digging his nails in.

“FUCKIN’ CHRIST!” The orgasm rolls through your body head to toe and back again. “Don’ stop, don’ stop!” He commands as he fucks you through the intensity.

The contracting starts to die down. “N…nnno more…,” you whine and fall to your side in a fetal position grabbing your nipples as his softening cock slips out. He gently takes your arm and pulls you over to your back; your knees stay bent and close to your chest.

He’s panting and runs his hand back through his hair and leans down to kiss you. You grab his face and pull him to you, needing to be close to him. He kisses down your chin to your throat. “I know, Jezebel, I know. Lemme get ya cleaned up an’ I’ll cuddle ya proper, yeah?”

“Ok,” you whimper. “Hurry please. I need you.”

“Hold on, hold on,” he says kissing your knee and rushing to the bathroom.

You hug your knees tighter to your chest. You can still feel the blood rushing to your nipples and you need his weight against you.

He comes back with a warm rag and gently cleans you and himself before picking you up and laying you on your pillow and crawling in next to you, hugging you to him tightly. “S’ok. Ya ok, my sweet Lily. ‘M here,” he says soothing you.

You sigh. He feels so good against you and you grip his shoulders tightly.

After a few minutes he can feel your grip on him loosen and he pulls back, pushes your hair behind your ears, and gently kisses your nose. “How’s ma girl doin’?”

You smile. “Better now. That was…” you puff out a breath, “that was fucking intense, H. Jesus.”

“Nipples’ll be sore, s��a good thin’ we ‘ave one more day left,” he says running his fingers up and down your back. “Take it easy on ya tha rest of the time, kay baby?”

You nod your head conceding that your body has been well loved, completely spent enjoying the feeling of sexiness again. “Not sorry, though. Needed this so much, H. Thank you for taking the time off for us. Don’t think I’ll ever get over that last show…when ya came out without a shirt…that vest.”

“Ya ‘no was supposed ta wear a t shirt under tha’, las’ minute I decided ta shuck it an’ ‘m so glad ya showed up an’ surprised me,” he mutters against the top of your head.

“You looked amazing and my body just melted. Made me so wet and all I could think about was how quickly I wished the show would go,” you say with a giggle tracing the butterfly antennas on his chest. “But it’s back to the grind day after tomorrow…you’ve got a show and I have to contact that detective again. I also need to do some research on the watch that Rolex is wanting to buy back. And Bella and I have to go over our talking points to get prepared for the Apple meeting the weekend of Venice. I’m sorry, I’ll be running late, but I promise I’ll be there. Lambert found me this gorgeous pale pink dress to wear to the premiere and I have a red pantsuit for your interview. Jeffery said he’d save me a seat in the audience with him. It’s gonna be so busy…you’ve got so much coming up with the films and shows and I have podcast work to do. Promise we’ll make time for each other?”

“Jesus, baby, I promise I’ll make sure we have time together,” he says squeezing you closer to him.

“I’ve got some work to do while we’re in Chicago and made plans to do some recording in Austin. Can we just promise we’ll crawl in bed together at the end of the day, regardless? I just need to be close to you while I sleep,” you ask twisting your head up to meet his eyes.

“Promise, Jezebel, we’ll always find each other fo’ bedtime, rock ya ta sleep every night, ya ‘ave ma word.”

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