GREEN (RL Harry Styles fanfic)

40. Washed Out

**Harry's POV**

My eyes squinted open and I caught a sliver of light between my lids. It was still dark outside, but the sun was working it's way into the sky. I turned to my left in a panic, only to see her still there, asleep on my arm. I reached for my phone to check the time so I could calculate how much longer we had left together, but I couldn't get to it without disturbing her and I didn't dare. She looked like an angel. Like when I first saw her, but now she didn't smell like whiskey. She smelled like me. I loved her own scent, like honeydew and basil. Sweet and deliciously fragrant. But right now, I didn't miss that scent. I was too lost in the fact that I was on her skin. That if you breathed her in you were breathing me in as well. There was no distinction between us, we were one in the same. We were one. I let my heavy lids close and breathe her in- us in.

God I loved her so much. I loved how she just fit into my life so easily, like she was meant to be there. Every time she looked at me her eyes would squint ever so slightly, like she wanted to focus on me just a little bit more than anything else. I loved it. I loved how we teased the shit out each other and were always making each other laugh. Jesus, her laugh. Her cheeks would go all round and if she really got laughing she'd make almost no sound and tears would fall from her eyes. And she'd always touch me after I said something to make her laugh. Sometimes it was just her hand on my arm, but usually she'd smack me, and for some damn reason I loved it. I loved everything about her, like the way her warm mouth felt around my cock. God she felt so good when her tongue licked around my shaft. Wait, where did that come from?

Startled by my own thoughts, I opened my eyes only to immediately close them again to block out the bright light of the sun. I must've fallen back asleep, but to be honest I didn't know if I was awake yet or still dreaming. Somehow my thoughts had shifted in an instant and now I swear I could feel her going down on me. My eyes flickered open and shut adjusting to the light and the sensation only got stronger. It was only when she popped me from her lips that I finally realized what was happening.

I lifted my head and looked down to see her there, stroking me and smiling with her chin glistening. She took me back into her mouth and moaned. I loved that she was always so into it. The way she took me into her throat and looked up at me was so damn sexy.

"Good morning babe." My voice was barely more than a rasp and I rubbed my eyes trying to finally get a grip on the situation. "Fuck Liv," I said as my eyes rolled back at the feeling of her throat closing around my dick.

I watched her work my cock in and out of her mouth. Her ass was perched so perfectly in the air on display for me. I didn't think she could get any hotter and then I saw her right hand slip from the sheets and out of view beneath her. Her hips started moving and she was humming against me. I was always so turned on at her being turned on, and seeing her pleasure herself was no exception.

I had been with girls who were timid and didn't know what they wanted sexually. It always made for boring sex or I'd end up freaking them out by being adventurous and having a strong sexual appetite. Liv was the opposite. She wasn't afraid to tell me what she wanted or needed. She certainly wasn't afraid to be adventurous. The time we had sex on my rooftop was still one of my favorite moments. That was one of those things I had always wanted to try but had never acted on. Liv didn't give it a second thought, and I wasn't afraid to present the idea to her. And as far as sexual appetite, Liv was just as hungry as I was.

She whimpered and her attention to my cock waned for a moment as she came against her hand. Second only to her laughter, seeing her come was my favorite thing. Her forehead would scrunch up but the rest of her face would soften and her jaw would go slack. And the sounds she made, Jesus. Most of them were reserved only for when she came. She'd let herself go with no reservations and let out these guttural moans that weakened me. I found myself trying to get new sounds out of her every time I made her come.