I woke up a bit disoriented. Okay, a lot disoriented. I didn't know where I was for a minute. The space next to me was empty, but the sheets were rustled so it meant I had been in bed with someone.
I sat up and shook my head, remembering what had happened the day before. Harry and I had had sex. No, we hadn't had sex. He had fucked me. Senseless. I almost feared he had spoiled me for any other sexual encounter.
I blushed a bit as I remembered what had happened. I giggled and touched my cheeks, that had turned hot.
You like that, don't you?
Yesss!!
Yes, who?
Yes, daddddyyy!!!
I blushed even more deeply, recalling the noises I had made, moans bad grunts that would put a pornstar to shame and maybe make her lose her job.
"Thinking of going another round?"
I shook and turned towards the voice. It was Harry of course. He was standing there in nothing but a towel and I could feel my pussy getting wet already. He had turned me into a nymphomaniac.
I got out of the bed on shaky legs then shook my head, "If we go one more time, I'm sure I'll lose all mobility in my legs."
Harry smiled and in quick strides, had already crossed the room and was in front of me. I blushed and looked up at him.
He lifted a strand of my hair (which was not in a bonnet, RIP) and bent down then placed a gentle kiss on my lips.
"Good morning," he said and I blushed.
"Good morning," I whispered back, staring intently into his eyes. It was like I couldn't look away from him. He was consuming and captivating.
But apparently, he didn't have that problem because soon after his gaze had left mine. He turned his back on me for a while then turned again.
I was confused. What was he doing? Why was he so fidgety?
"Want to shower with me?" he asked and I widened my eyes a bit. Shower with him? That was really personal. Though I didn't really know why.
Sure we had had sex. But having a shower with him. He was going to see all of me. Like really all of me. Was I ready for that?
I didn't answer his question, then looked down at his half naked body. It was really tempting. And I was already getting wet at the very idea of it. My dirty mind was going wild with imagines.
"So? You coming?" Harry asked with a sly smile and I shook my head. I knew his pun was intended and I didn't even mind.
I still didn't answer. Just took his outstretched hand, then with my free hand I undid the knot in the towel and let it fall to the floor.
I didn't look back to see Harry's response but I felt a light slap on my ass. I laughed out loud with him as we got into the bathroom.
The shower section was big enough for two. Actually, it was so big if we wanted to have an orgy in it, we would be able to. Not that I was thinking of that. Or maybe I was. You know what, whatever.
***
About an hour later, we were done. Today was Saturday so I could relax freely. And the good thing about it was, Harry wasn't busy either.
After our steamy shower, I had been reluctant to leave for my apartment. I didn't want what we had shared to be erased. So I changed into a pair of Harry's boxers and a sweatshirt, even though he had tried to convince me to remain naked.
I was on my phone. I wasn't doing anything important. Just holding and trying to pretend I was using it so that he wouldn't notice I was actually watching him.
"If you keep staring at me like that, something is going to happen," Harry said, not looking up from his computer.
I blushed. How did he know I was watching him?
"And what would that thing be?" I asked, uncrossing then crossing my legs slowly.
"Keep staring and you'll discover," he said, this time looking up and winking at me.
I blushed but bit my lip shyly. I noticed his jaw clenching but pretended not to have seen anything. Then I lay with my ass facing up on the couch, and continued pretending I was using my phone.
One.. two.. three..
"You asked for it," was all I heard before he lifted my head and kissed me harshly.
I dropped my phone on the soft carpet and immediately sent my hands through his hair. Without even realizing it, Harry was standing and my legs were wrapped securely around his waist.
He walked to the bedroom door and as he kicked the door open, I pulled away from him, to catch my breath.
But that was not long because as soon as we got into the bedroom, he started kissing me again. He walked to the bed and lay us down gently.
Harry hooked his hands in the boxers I was wearing and dragged them down, not breaking the kiss.
I was already dripping wet and I could feel his hardness through his sweatpants. I panted, suddenly very impatient.
"I need you," I whispered and Harry's nostrils flared a bit.
"Your wish is my command," he whispered back then kissed me. This kiss felt different but it was over as soon as it started.
I gasped as he placed a kiss on my collarbone, then on my neck. I didn't know what had changed, but the mood was no longer the same. It was still passionate. But it was less frantic.
He removed the sweatshirt I was wearing, then proceeded to remove his own clothes. Then he was back on me. Harry kissed me gently again, on the lips, then went to my collarbone.
He kissed the tops of my breasts, then suckled on the left nipple. I gasped and ran my fingers through his hair, unconsciously clenching my pussy walls.
Harry continued his journey, kissing his way down to my navel. He swirled his tongue in it and I bucked my hips a bit, a strange feeling going through me.
He was teasing me. I knew it. But I wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of hearing me moan out in pleasure. So I sealed my lips tight.
Finally, Harry's tongue hovered over my clit. I could feel his warm breath on it and it was making my pussy even slicker.
I gasped when he finally engulfed the tiny nub into his warm mouth. "Harry," I whispered, taking a breath in.
Harry responded by slowly putting a finger into my warm heat. My hips bucked again and I moaned out loud.
He added another finger, and started thrusting them in a slow and steady motion, his tongue still flicking at my clit.
"Harry..." I started and trailed out. The pleasure was slowly building up.
The thrust of his fingers became faster, and I gasped, my hands leaving his hair to squeeze the bed sheets and my hips arching involuntarily.
"Harry. Oh my God, Harry. Yes. Oh my God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Harrryyyyyy!!"
Then I lay there panting. My eyes were closed and I could feel the sweat on my body.
I was drowsy and I could feel myself on the edge of sleep. I opened my eyes into slits and watched as Harry walked to the bathroom.
"Harry?" I asked tiredly, wondering why he was heading to the bathroom.
"Shh. Sleep," was all he said and I closed my eyes again, my mouth too heavy to protest and my limbs too comfortable to resist the call of sleep.
Moments later, I felt Harry envelop me into his arms and I snuggled into them, welcoming their warmth and strength. In that moment, right there in his arms, I was the happiest person on Earth.