crescent [h.s]

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*translations are in the comments*

Aurora Styles

"Fuck, Aurora, beautiful, fucking hell, fuck, don't stop—" Harry moans as I swirl my tongue around his tip, having only woken up a minute or two ago.

I take him down my throat, lifting my eyes to see his as I swallow around him, getting rewarded with a buck to the hips and his hand that's holding my hair out of my face for me tightening, causing a little bit of pleasurable pain I will always welcome.

Noticing his hips slamming upwards, he whines out through a moan, trying his hardest to look at me as I hollow my cheeks out and suck, "Fuck, sorry, I'm sorry, didn't mean to—"

I swallow around him again, more purposefully this time, humming and closing my eyes as his moans fill the bedroom and he fights to keep his hips down on the bed.

Needing to breathe again, I come back up, pressing my tongue flat against his prominent vein, kissing his tip before parting my lips and whispering, "Guide me, baby, as fast as you want. Fuck my throat if you wish."

His pupils dilate in front of me, both of his hands raising up to hold onto either side of my face, raising his brows as I envelope my lips around his tip, "Pinch, whack or slap me if you need to stop or take a breath, okay?"

I pause and can't help but wonder, "Even if you're about to cum?"

He nods, his eyes as serious as ever, "Especially if I'm about to cum."

I don't say anything more, but let him guide his tip and precum over my bottom lip, his lips pulling up into a lazy smile, "Pretty lipgloss."

Under his control, I take him back to the back of my throat, bobbing up and down on his dick as he gets closer and closer to his edge. I whine around him, the ache in my core getting more intense as I see him losing it so freely in front of me.

His blunt tip hits the back of my throat repeatedly, but I focus myself to reduce the likelihood of me gagging, it working surprisingly well. With Harry controlling my every action, saliva starts to dribble down his dick, and I automatically swallow around him, making his eyes shoot open as he stares deep into my eyes, "Did I say do that?"

After hesitating for a moment, I shake my head slowly, Harry nodding in acknowledgment at my shake of the head, "No, I didn't." He changes his grip in my hair, moving my head at a faster pace, even making a small moan slip from my mouth from how turned on I'm getting at his dominance I am obsessed with every now and again, "Make me cum, Aurora, and swallow every drop before even thinking about fucking me."

I keep our eye contact as I breathe heavily through my nose, always appreciating how Harry can tell when things are getting too much on my side of things whenever we get slightly rougher with each other. Maybe it's because he's been in this position before, or maybe that's just who he is.

It doesn't take long at all for ropes of cum to be shooting down my throat, hardly letting me have a taste before it's gone. Harry's moans are unkempt and wild as he throws his head back into the thick pillows, whining and curling his back as he lets go so unruly.

As soon as he's settled again, I'm being tugged up the bed to land on Harry's bare chest, our naked bodies melting together as Harry scratches his blunt nails up my back, chuckling with a morning fogginess lodged in his throat, "Well good morning to you too, beautiful. Mind telling me where that came from?"

Over the last week since we fucked and recorded it, we've been communicating more about exploring our sex life and new sides to it. One of those explorations being waking up to sex.