That Summer Feeling: SUMMER 4EVER [H.S.]

43. Wherever You Go...

My mouth opens before my eyes do, exhaling in relief as my head tilts back on the pillow. My hands dig below the covers to find Harry's hair. He's gripping my thighs, holding them apart as he moves his skilled mouth in between them. His groans come out muffled but they still send shocking vibrations through my core when I tugged on his silky curls. Good fucking morning to me.

I don't know how he's doing it. His head has been under the thick blanket that's kept us warm all night and stuffed between my thighs for at least fifteen minutes. I think to myself that this has to feel suffocating to him but he hasn't come up or let go of me even in the slightest since. He just dipped below the covers, gripped onto my legs, and pressed himself further into me if anything.

Soft pants and feathery sighs trail up to the ceiling, each one coming out thicker than the previous. My face twists further as his tongue moves languidly, really taking his time in savoring and coaxing pleasure in me. I can only see his head moving under the covers but I can feel him everywhere.

He's licking and sucking, his nose constantly rubs against me, and his hands go from stroking the outside of my thighs to digging his fingers into the thick skin the deeper he sinks in between my folds. I can feel his spit mixed with my arousal drip down my body. He licks up every drop and pushes it back just to do it all over again. It was like this was his last meal on earth.

My eyes don't open, they just keep rolling further back the further his tongue moves inside me. My jaw feels like it's going to lock open the harder I gasp and chase for air. The only times I had a chance to catch my breath was when he peppered kisses all over my thighs.

The muffled sounds of his mouth moving against me make me bite my lips shut so I don't add to them and give us away. It felt early in the morning still. The daylight is beginning to filter through the curtains, illuminating the filthy scene in the middle of the room just enough.

My thighs begin to quiver beside Harry's head as he somehow presses his tongue deeper. One hand moves to grip the edge of my pillow as the pressure in my abdomen rolled yet another heated euphoric wave through me, heavier than the last. I couldn't take it any longer. There's been no signs of stopping and no mercy from him since he got in between my legs as if his only goal of today was to take me to fucking heaven.

"Please," is the first of several whispered pleas that fell from my dry mouth along with the only name I knew better than my own. My hips impatiently roll against him once to chase after the wave, and my lower back arches further above the bed as pure bliss boils inside me. I needed to release it.

He slowly laps up all of my juices then lays his tongue directly flat over my swollen clit before flicking the end of it against it. A sharp gasp escapes me from the action, able to feel it in the pit of my stomach. His lips pucker around me forcefully, pulling back with soft tugging, practically sucking my soul out. His hands move across my thighs to the sides of my hips moments later, encouraging them to keep rolling against his tongue.

Harry's shirt I wore to sleep is now bunched up right below my boobs, my underwear is scattered somewhere underneath the covers. The pace of my hips rocking against his mouth increases at the one his tongue sets, lighting the flames of a hazy, delirious pleasure in me that only he can.

My teeth roughly dig into my lower lip, most likely breaking the thin skin as the vibrations from his mouth stimulates me further. My hand rakes between his hair so roughly, I'm afraid I've ripped individual hairs out from his scalp but it was like his head is numb because all Harry seems to be focused on is my pleasure.

Raw ecstasy fires from the pit of my stomach and spreads down my legs. A breathy whine slips through my lips when Harry flicks his tongue back over my already-overly sensitive clit and mumbles something incoherent. I couldn't even try to figure out what it was because only hearing his voice and the vibrations it sent to my core as he continues to work around me was the tiny push I needed to get me over the edge.