The Weeks Between • HS

Week 27 • Harry *

Nola wakes me up with her tongue, starting at my sternum and sliding down my body until she has me between her lips, swirling that perfect tongue on the underside of my tip. I'm positive that I'm not fully awake yet, because this is the subject of far too many of my actual dreams.

"Nooooool. MY GOD!" I curse out just moments before I accidentally thrust my cock into her mouth so hard it hits the back of her throat and she gags. I'm fully awake now. I freeze. "Sorry..." I start to apologize and she shakes her head, as ti say it's alright. My body is speeding towards it's release, almost like I have no control over it and as I am about to pull her off, she senses how close I am and removes herself.

Then, rather than milking me with her hands, she straddles my legs and crawls up my body. She sits down on my thighs and I nearly lose my shit. "Nol, please," I beg, painfully close to releasing, feeing her arousal coating my tiger tattoo through her underwear. She moves, and I hope it's to take me in, but instead she gets off the end entirely. I grown out in frustration. I really don't like to be teased. Then, I realize that she is locking the door- something I forgot to do. "Now, where were we?" she asks.

We both know what I want, so I skip the chit-chat. I move my cock so it is perfectly lined up to enter her and she take it from there. I will NEVER get tired of feeling her like this. My body rocks and twitches uncontrollably as she finds her perfect pace. I attempt to ground myself with my hands to her hips, but it is a useless endeavor. I tense every muscle in my body as I try to stop my orgasm from coming, but I'm failing. And she can tell.

She reaches down to play with the jewelry attached to her clit and as much as I'd like to help her, I can't right now. "Oh, god. Baby," Nol hisses. "I'm....I- I-" she can't even speak. "HARRRRRRY!" (I guess she can scream, though). Her fist detaches from her clit and thumps against my chest as she clenched around me.

"Nol... Jesus," I moan, grunting my teeth as I tell my body to take the orgasm it desperately wants, borderline needs. My grip on her tightens as I hold her to me as I release deep inside of her. It's one of those releases when everything goes white and all sounds cease. One where you don't know if you should cry or cam ream, but it's beyond just two bodies meeting. It's two hearts meeting, too. 

My darling slows atop me, always taking the time to ramp us down after I've taken the time to ramp us up. I've always appreciated that about her. She needs more to get there, I need more to come down. "That was pretty incredible, H."

"I concur," I tell her. Then, she bends down to kiss me and as she pulls back I can see it in her eyes. This morning meant more to her than just wake-up sex to. We were creating a memory. "I love you so much, Nol."

"I love you, too," she responds, but her face is full of sadness.

"Why the long face?" I ask.

"I wanted to say it first," she pouts. Well, that's adorable.

"Oh, darling," I say, trying not to laugh.

"It's not funny. It was important to me."

"I'll tell you what. I'll let you say it first tomorrow."

"Deal. Now, can you reach the towel?" she asks, pointing tot he towel just out of her reach. After giving it to her, she cleans us both up and turns on the shower to get rinsed off and start her day. I'm just going to lay here and come down off my high, watching her through the open bathroom door.