Her Deliverance (vol. 2) ON HOLD

Twenty-eight

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Hips rolling into mine repeatedly, sweat glistening down Harry's smooth chest, and silent gasps filling the very little space between us, I was in a complete state of pure ecstasy. My legs spread out on either side of Harry, with one hand on the small of my back and the other hooked around my upper thigh, I watched as he moved in and out of me slowly. Torturously. His hair flopped over his forehead as he leant over me, green eyes looking down at where we were connected. His bottom lip was tucked between his teeth and the sight added to my arousal. I moaned quietly, lifting my hips up enough to meet his slow thrusts. His hand on my lower back slid around to my front, palm moving up my stomach as I arched up into him. His touch was hot and left my skin burning in its wake, fingertips feeling like the torch when he brushed them against my nipple. I gasped as he palmed my breast, massaging them in time with the circular movement he was making with his hips. It felt like we were dancing, a languid rhythm created between us that I increasingly loved by the minute.

"Harry." I whimpered and his lips met my neck. He sponged slow open mouthed kisses, pushing deeper into me to the point where it left my eyes rolling back into my head. "Oh my god."

"Baby." He whispered just below my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin as he slipped the hand massaging my breast higher. He held the side of my neck in his palm, pressing light kisses to my neck and jaw. I tilted my head to the side, my eyes fluttering shut as he trailed kisses closer and closer to my lips.

The hand on my thigh moved to hold my hip, guiding me to meet his slow thrusts as he pushed harder. My mouth fell agape, a moan slipping out and bouncing off the walls of my room. I silently hoped Lila hadn't heard me, knowing she still might be here but the thought is quickly disregarded when Harry deliberately quickens his pace. My breath hitches at the back of my throat as waves of pleasure begin to hit me one after the other. Harry's hand on the side of my neck lightly pushes my head to face him, his thumb tilting my chin upwards before his mouth comes down on mine. He kisses me hard, swallowing the moans that I was sure he knew were going to come out the moment he heard me lose my breath.

His hips push in roughly to the point it jostles my body beneath him and I whimper against his lips. My hands on his lower back move up until my fingers are threading into his hair, clutching the strands in my hand. His tongue sweeps across my bottom lip once before he pulls back enough to press his forehead to mine, green eyes fluttering open to catch my gaze. He holds it as he continuously moves in and out of me with ease, my arousal milking his length. My skin tingles with the way he's looking at me, the sex suddenly becoming even more intimate than it already was. The three words sit at the end of my tongue, ready to be said but I bite my lip and hold it back. If they ever were said out loud, sex was not the time to say them. He'd take it as a 'In the moment' thing and the day I say them, I want him to know I meant them whole heartedly.

"Em," he gasps quietly when I wrap my legs around his waist, bringing him closer if that were even possible. "Fuck. Love, I'm close." His lips brush mine as he speaks and his jade eyes hold mine as he picks up the pace, pushing harder and faster. My mouth falls open and he cups my cheek in his palm, moving over me with a whole new rhythm.

"Harry," I choke out, pulling at his hair and earning a groan from him. "I-I can't-," I gasp, my hips lifting off the bed to push up into him. They roll on their own accord and the ball in my lower region snaps, spreading through my body like wild fire. I shake beneath him as I come, a low drawled out moan slipping from my mouth and my ankles press hard into his lower back. His gaze is on me the whole time and the moment I begin to come down from my high, his thrusts become sloppy and his lip is tucked between his teeth again. He grunts as he pushes in once more and his eyes pinch closed for a moment as he stills and releases into me. I feel him twitch several times before he sighs and slumps over me, his hands moving beside my head to hold some of his weight off of me. We both pant quietly, trying to regain our breath when Harry briefly closes the gap between us to press a slow tender kiss to my lips. He pulls back after a moment then moves to kiss my forehead before he pulls out of me, leaving me feeling empty.