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Hey Jude I & II

Love In The Air <3



We make it off the small boeing and rush inside the terminal to find our connecting flight from London to Phoenix. Departing at 5:30 we make it just in time for the boarding calls. While I'm not a fan of traveling this early, the perk is less recognition for Harry, but it's still impossible even for him. We are stopped at least twice by a dad and Greg the comical janitor who so happened to make our morning worthwhile.


I follow Harry to the final row in the business class. As I make myself comfortable for the ten plus hour flight, Harry places our bags in the overhead bin and tosses me a package. Unwrapping the thick blue blanket, I wait till he settles in his chair before sharing. The darkness outside is weakening but we have plenty of time to sleep.


The cabin is completely dark except for the minor lighting on the floor and overhead compartments. Of course, I'm having trouble falling back asleep and from the looks of it I'm not the only one. Harry and I are face to face in our reclined seats, snuggled close to optimize blanket space. Although his eyes resemble an eerie black transparency, I can still read what he's emitting behind them.


"Can't sleep?" He whispers and I shake my head. "I can help."


His idea of help along with those possessive eyes would be reason enough for alarm. Yet for reasons I can't explain, I accept. The armrest between us can't be removed but that doesn't stop Harry from seeking my hand. He raises it above the blanket and gently kisses my knuckles before resting my palm over his chest.


Adjusting the blanket over his shoulder, his arm swims underneath like a shark tracing a scent. At first he mirrors my hand until he glides down to cup my breast. In which case my eyes would widen and I'd be quick to warn him to stop but not today. I close my eyes instead and welcome some more. Comforted by his touch and his slightly heavy exhales, I feel instant warmth.


The downside is there's only one hand but the upside is it's still too dark to be noticed. Harry's fingers have found their way beneath my blouse and bra as they endeavor to nip and squeeze my tender skin. Soon I'm breathing harder than he is. I don't know how he's doing it but my hips hesitate to mimic his circular motions, so easily manipulated by his fingertips.

After Harry's had his fill of both B cups, his hand slides down between my thighs and presses firmly. A few strokes and he's already moving my legs around so that I'm facing the front instead.

"Keep your eyes closed," his thick accent commands.


He tilts my groin upward and proceeds to undo my jeans. I feel curls followed by a shift in weight on my shoulder. Clever Harry, pretending to be asleep as his hand snakes beneath my zipper. Either his touch is that good or I'm extra sensitive today. Each brush of the finger is like another match thrown into the pit, intensifying the spreading flames.


Harry dips his middle finger, using my moisture as lubrication for the goal. Swiping over my already throbbing bud, he keeps a persistent pace, almost mechanical. The strength from his hand alone makes me giddy as my mind easily wanders. Though I mustn't drift too far, I'm supposed to be in deep sleep. Yet my expressions say the contrary.


I turn my head in hopes of hiding all evidence of pleasure, now I only have to focus on remaining quiet. Good luck with that, Jude! There's no way I can get through this undetected. Then there's Harry and his window wiping finger who refuses to give it a rest till I'm undone. Palms are getting clammy and my pores are suffocating from the arousal. My whole body is beginning to sweat and my toes can't curl any further in these shoes.

A moan is struggling to break free but all I can do is bolt my mouth shut. My teeth are slowly grinding against each other while my brain smokes from controlling all nerves. My lower half is squirming stiffly as my feet make desperate circles in the air. I'm breathing like an old man having a stroke and just when the pearls of sweat are about to emerge, the coolness erupts.


Exhaling is easier than gasping for air. I meditate on both pulses and slowly turn to find a grinning Harry. My eyes adjust yet feel heavy and a bit drowsy. I peek around to make sure we're in the clear and lean in to kiss that smile off his face. Once I'm done showing him my gratitude, I'm surprised to feel his hand still over my groin. Clearing my throat, I glare at Harry to give him the hint that his sleeping aid is no longer needed.


"You're keepin' my fingers warm," he grins again.


Finally, I remove his hand and fix myself so that I may actually sleep this time. However, I'm feeling a bit selfish now as I can't help consider what state Harry's in. So to repay the favor, in increments, I slither my hand over his skintight jeans and pet him till he falls asleep first. If the flight attendant should ask about his overwhelming smile, I'll tell her he's just dreaming of me.

Notes

A/N: Chapter Playlist

"Don't Kill The Magic
" -Magic!

Comments

85............why am i commenting on dirty things!

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

48 Is really kinky......but im still readidng it

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/15/16

ok so chapter 35 tells me how to cup nuts...ok

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

woow not even half of the book and there already fucking!! chapter 6 and 5 are the reason i don't have a boyfriend :(

harrysbutthole harrysbutthole
6/14/16

Hey! Could you please answer me on Whattpad? I would be so honored to translate your amazing fanfiction into Russian.

SonyaDr SonyaDr
5/3/16