Forced To Be With Him 24/7

Chapter 72

Mornings with Harry always varied. In some instances, the two of us woke up slowly and talked or stared at each other for what seemed like hours until the grumble in our stomachs were too much to ignore any longer.

Some mornings I was jumping out of bed as to not be late for school, kissing his still sleeping forehead, choking down the lump in my throat when I had to leave the person who made me feel whole.

Other mornings, I woke up without him. He was either giving me space by sleeping on the couch, or he was gone to work. Typical mornings with Harry, however, usually began this way:

He had to be touching me suggestively, kissing my mouth lightly. His fingers usually found my clit before I was even fully awake, a soft moan into his mouth caused his tongue to press into mine just enough for him to suck on my tongue with his lips. He knew this was one of my weaknesses, but never really used it too much in fear of ruining it all together. He said to me once that it makes me jolt, and then the juices in my body start to really 'flow'.

His fingers played with my now slick opening. He sucked on my bottom lip, catching it in his teeth before letting it drop back to its resting place on my lips that were now hanging open.

He started working his way down, kissing my chin; my eyes were in perfect view of his forehead. All I could remember seeing was a small brown dot and then it was out of view.

Curious, this sparked a new thought in my head. I had never really paid attention to his freckles. And I love freckles.

The ones on his chest were always acknowledged because of their prominent size, and the tiny one by his lips, but that's about it. My eyes darted suddenly to every patch of skin I had regretfully ignored, searching for dots, momentarily interrupted when he got a taste of my erect nipple by flicking it gently with the tip of his tongue and sucking, a pop sound leaving his mouth when he set it free.

"Morning beautiful", he looked up at me with that hideously beautiful morning smile. All of his smiles were beautiful, suggesting joy, contentment, or cockiness, even annoyance. But his morning smile was the most beautiful to me.

His face was riddled with sleepiness, bags under his green eyes, his cheeks pink from his warm and successful rest.

"Back at you", my hand raked gently through the curls at the top of his head, grabbing a fist full in the middle, my legs around his waist. His eyebrows lifted at my comment, and that's when I noticed the brown speck on his forehead, again disappeared, covered by a long strand of chestnut curls when he dipped his head back into my body, moving his warm and wet tongue from my breast to my belly.

Wet kisses were scattered about, and then I noticed the tiny sun-caused spots that peppered both of his shoulder tops. Touching them lightly with my fingertips, he moved farther down, shoulders now out of my reach. His lips trailed over the inside of my left thigh, making me lose all of my concentration on the task of searching for spots on his body I wanted to count in kisses when his lips kissed my clit gently, hot breath over my folds causing me to grab his scalp when he exhaled hard.

His eyes were pinched shut, concentrated and simply dizzy with my scent surrounding him. A beat later he remembered what he was doing, kissing the skin around my folds, still inhaling deeply, eyes still shut tightly, euphoria plastered all over his face. Blushing furiously, a stupid and almost painful smile hit my face, gripping his hair gently for him to catch my eye. He paused for a moment, glancing up at me through half-lidded eyes.

"Mmm?" he buzzed, eye color halfway black mixed with my favorite soft green eyes.

"Me make me feel like a princess", the sincerity in my voice made him smile, kissing my thigh in response.