It was always a heady feeling waking up next to Harry. It had been hell, sleeping alone, waking alone, just being alone. But here with him laying next to me, and the deliciously sore sensation in my entire body, I could honestly say I knew what heaven felt like.
I looked up and saw Harry watching me with a slight smile on his face. I tilted my head. "Good morning," I said.
"Greet me properly," Harry ordered and I raised my brow at him.
"Isn't good morning a proper form of greeting?"
"Not in this house it's not. You'll kiss me every morning, then announce to the whole world that I am your Lord and Master and that I have supreme–"
I hit him with a pillow before he could finish his statement. "I'd rather eat foam," I said then laughed.
"Say that again," Harry said with a mock threatening look on his face.
"I'd rather eat–"
He cut me off with a kiss and I smiled into it. I missed him. I missed this. I missed waking up next to him and I missed our playful banter. I wanted to stay with him forever and I hated the fact that I had let my insecurities almost get into our way.
I lay my head on his chest and we stayed there for a while. It was peaceful and it was one of best feelings I had experienced. The slight hair on his chest didn't even bother me. I found the gruffness of his chest comforting, a clear indicative that he was here with me.
"Why did you decide to avoid me?" Harry asked suddenly, his voice very quiet.
I sighed a little and shut my eyes. This was something I had been dreading. I had realized that I had behaved very irrationally, my insecurities had been completely unfounded and I couldn't say they were dumb. But just shutting Harry out like that, it was a very immature thing to do.
"Harry..." I started, then I sat up suddenly. I needed to say this without any physical contact with him. I didn't know why, but laying on his chest while saying what was on his mind seemed like some sort of betrayal.
"I can't even explain it... I just felt I was getting in too deep. I..." I took in a deep breath before continuing. I didn't want to look at him. Actually, I couldn't look at him. "I was scared," I said finally, risking looking at him. He was staring straight at me and there was nothing that betrayed any emotion on his face. "I was scared that I was getting too deep into all... this. Into us! I didn't want to get hurt. And I don't know," I shrugged sighing, "At the moment, avoiding you seemed like a great idea."
"Did you think of the fact that maybe I was getting in too deep as well? Or did it never occur to you?" Harry asked calmly.
I sent a surprised look his way, my eyes widening when I heard his words. I was very sure that he could hear my heart beating from where I was. I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out. I closed it again and swallowed, trying to wet my throat.
"What do you mean Harry?" I asked finally. I saw a small smile form on the side of his lips, and as soon as it appeared, it disappeared.
"I mean, Iris, when you said you loved me, did you mean it?"
I frowned, trying to recall when I had expressed my feelings for him, then realization dawned. I blushed and looked down. "I... I did. I love you, Harry."
A slow smile spread on his face. "Good. Come here Iris," he said. I hesitated for a bit, but he didn't give me the chance to wait longer. He pulled me in and I was straddling him, our faces close to each other. There was no way I could look away, and that was if I even wanted to look away.
"I love you Iris. You're mine, we own each other. I don't think I can ever let you go. I've let you in, and it's going to stay like this for a while. So buckle up, because we have a long hard ride in front of us," Harry said and I smiled, choosing to ignore his stupid (but good) innuendo.
I leaned down and kissed him. Harry soon took control of the kiss, fisting my hair in his hand and pulling me even deeper into the kiss. I pulled away and we looked at each other for a while and I burst into small nervous laughter.
Harry smirked, then he flipped me over and kissed me again. This kiss felt different. It was almost like we were part of each other, it felt like I was consuming his soul, that I was becoming his in the true sense of the word and that he was becoming mine as well.
I opened my eyes when he pulled away then closed them again as he placed kisses on my neck, nibbling on my sweet spot. I let out a soft and breathy moan as he sucked on my neck, leaving what I was sure would be a hickey. Harry didn't end there.
He worked his way to my breasts, taking one hard nipple into his mouth, and biting it softly. I gasped and clenched my fists, breathing hard at the sensation. He moved to the other nipple and laved it as well, biting and sucking it.
"Harry..." I whispered, opening my eyes. He smirked and me and continued. Harry went further down, dipping his tongue into my very sensitive navel and licking it. I gasped and shot my hips off the bed involuntarily.
"You're so responsive," I heard him say. Then he spread my legs and placed a tiny kiss on my clit. My pussy was already wet and I needed something, I needed friction.
"Harry..." I whined, looking at him.
"Patience," was all he said, then he placed tiny kisses everywhere except where I wanted him to. He kissed my inner thighs, coming close to my pussy every time, but then retreating again.
"Harry!" I exclaimed.
"What do you want flower?" he asked.
"Please kiss me," I said.
"Kiss you where kitten?" He was doing this on purpose. The smirk on his face said so.
"Kiss me there Harry. Please," I whined, almost begging at this point.
"Here?" Harry asked, then placed a kiss oh-so-deliciously close to my clit. "Or here?" he asked again, placing an open mouthed kiss on my clit.
"Yes, there," I breathed out.
"Here?" Harry placed another kiss on my clit, this time taking it a step further and sucking it into his mouth. I closed my eyes and arched my back, breathing out softly.
Harry continued his soft assault on my clit, then he slid one finger into my already wet hole. I moaned out his name, taking my hands to his hair and fisting it. He stopped sucking on my clit, choosing to rub it with his thumb as he slid another finger into me.
"Harryyy," I whined, arching my hips so I could meet his fingers.
His thrusts were soft, nothing too hurried, but I wanted more. I needed more. I held onto his hand and rode his fingers, closing my eyes in abandon as my orgasm washed over me. Then I slumped on the bed.
I opened my eyes and looked up at Harry, who was staring down at me with an intense look in his eyes. I didn't know what that look meant, and I didn't have the time to figure it out because he kissed me. Then he positioned his hard erection at my hole and slid in slowly.
I let out a moan, and I put my hands around his neck, burying my face into his chest. This was different. As Harry slid gently in and out of me, I realized how different it was. We weren't fucking. We were making love. And damned if it wasn't the best feeling in the whole world.
I couldn't help the gasps I was letting out, as I spread my legs even wider and lifted my hips to meet Harry's thrusts. Harry pulled may face away from his neck and kissed me to the rhythm of his slow but powerful thrusts.
I closed my eyes and put all the love I was feeling at that instant into the kiss, then I pulled away and cried out as a second orgasm came over me.
Harry continued thrusting, and I could hear the squelchy sound that my pussy made every time he went in and out of it. There was no need for words, our bodies were telling each other what we needed to hear.
Harry let out a loud grunt from on top of me, then jerked suddenly, taking me over the edge just as he went over the edge. He stayed atop me for a while, before rolling over and pulling me into his chest.
"I love you," he whispered, and I didn't have the time to say it back as I fell into the most contented sleep I had ever had.