Y/N's POV
I was laying on the couch in the living room, just wearing a t-shirt as I scrolled through my phone out of boredom when Harry walked out of his work den. "Hello my darling.." He spoke as he stretched. "Hi bebe.." I smiled. "You done writing?" I asked. "Just taking a break, I couldn't stop thinking of you.." He smirked, I felt myself begin to blush. He then walked closer to me as I sat up. "Oh? And what exactly were you thinking about?" I asked as he stood in front of me. I watched as he looked at me, his eyes sparkled. "This.." He spoke before he took his hands brushing through my hair as he held my face in his hands and leaned in pressing his lips against mine. My lips moved in sync with his. Before he moved his lips to my neck. "Mmm." I moaned as he crawled on top of me. Our kiss became more passionate as his hands roamed my body as he bunched up my shirt. I felt myself becoming wet, he grazed me with his hand. "No panties huh? Just the way I like..." He spoke as he continued to kiss my neck. I felt him rub his fingers up my wet slit. My breathing hitched. He pulled his head away from me as he looked deeply into my eyes. "You're so wet for me angel.." He spoke in his deep voice before he plunged two fingers into me, I gasped as I moaned throwing my head back into the pillow, I squeezed my eyes shut before I felt him add a third finger. "Oh god.." I moaned as he continued to thrust his fingers into me. I lifted my head making eye contact when I felt him press his thumb against my clit as he began to rub it, picking up the pace. My breathing picked up as I brought my hand up around his neck gripping on to him. I felt a knot form my stomach. "Harry..." I whined as my legs became weak. He knew I was about to cum when he picked up the pace almost making me scream into my orgasm as I arched my back. I breathed heavily as I looked up at him. He looked down as he pulled his fingers from me as they were covered in my cum, he licked and sucked each finger one by one. "I love the taste of you darling.." He spoke.
