The Weeks Between • HS

Week 15 • Nola *

This morning was a very early wake up call, especially after the late night we had.

>>>>>>>>>> Flashback to last night

We get the girls to bed and I enter the kitchen to see Harry standing at the sink with a towel draped over his shoulder. I walk up behind him and slip the towel off and into my hands as his head turns and his plump lips beg for a kiss. He kisses me with a ridiculous amount of passion for a man who has his hands busy washing a sink full of dishes. I pull back from our moment, "Focus on those now and you can focus on me as soon as we are finished," I say, picking up one of the wet dishes and drying it. He doesn't reply, but hip checks me as his way of telling me that he is on board with the plan.

Standing here, I'm getting jealous of his long fingers. The way they caress the plates and wineglasses is doing things to me. He places the last plate to the side but stops me from grabbing it. "Leave it," he says reaching around my body to grab two of the wine glasses, his arm brushing over my stomach and causing a shiver to run through my body. Is this man serious? I spent the last ten minutes legitimately contemplating ripping his pants off and taking advantage of him on the kitchen counter and he wants to go and have some wine?

I follow him to the wine cellar, feeling a mixture of annoyed and intrigued. He's holding two wine glasses with one hand and my hand with his other as I trail behind him on the stairs. We get to the bottom and he puts down the glasses and grabs my body hungrily. "Did you really think we were just coming down here to get some wine?" his deep voice asks. I am suddenly lifted off the ground and slammed up against the wall in a very familiar position.

I wrap my legs around him, freeing his hands to cup behind my head and hold my lips against his in a series of hungry kisses. I'm having a hard time breathing at the moment, being smashed against the wall under the weight of Harry's body and all, but I don't mind the lack of oxygen one bit. It's just making my Harry-laced high that much more intense.  His hand moves from behind my head and reach between us. "These have to go," he says as he pops the button on my jean shorts.

"About damn time, H," I answer as I shift my legs and give him access to remove them. He doesn't even bother to ask and removes my underwear at the same time. My arms are wrapped tightly around his shoulders, "take yours off, too," I tell him and he reaches into his pocket.

"Open your mouth," he says, and I feel him place the condom between my teeth. He then reaches his hands underneath my bare bottom to unzip his pants and I hear them drop to the stone floor. I feel him shift slightly to step out of them, then he reaches for the condom between my teeth, tearing it open with his and rolling it on. "God, I've needed you all day."

"Then have me," I tell him, more than ready to have our first sexual experience post our 'relationship status change.' I mean, I helped him out a few times this past week when I was out of commission in that department, but we have been unable to mutually enjoy this type of  intimacy until tonight.

"I just need to be inside you right now. I promise to make it up to you later," he tells me through steamy whispers while bunching my sweater up in his hands, his sexual frustration showing. I nod, also desperate to feel him inside of me. His lips return to mine and I shift my body to line myself up with the tip of his cock.

"Please, Harry," I beg and he gently connects our lips contrasting the way his cock plunges inside of me. I make it a point to keep my focus on him, wanting to see his face as we connect, and I am so glad that I did. He throws his head back, his breath catching in the back of his throat as his mouth hangs open, panting in tandem with each thrust. It takes him a dozen thrusts before he returns his attention to me and our eyes meet. His eyes are drunk, pupils blown out, almost hiding the green that I have grown so accustomed to looking at. "I missed this," he breathes out, now staring intently at me.