Test drive

It should be a punishable crime how quickly Harry can turn you on.
It couldn’t have been longer than ten minutes since the two of you had stumbled through the door from your date, giggling at something you couldn’t remember even if you cared to try, and yet he’s already kissed your lips cherry red and swollen, stripped the both of you down to your underwear, and has you soaking wet and ready for him.

You wiggle your body on top of him, slow and sultry, dragging your skin and your hips over his the way you know he likes, relishing in the groan he lets out. Harry’s huge hands engulf your breasts and wrench out a high pitched whine from you when they squeeze and knead at you. He takes advantage when you throw your head back in pleasure, lifting his head to attack your neck with his tongue and teeth.
"Baby, I wanna taste you." His voice is even deeper than normal, a rumble you feel in your stomach and in the core of you, and you writhe over his clothed cock at the sound of it and the erotic promise of his words.
"Harry, yes…" Reluctant to leave his warmth and touch, you climb off him to lie on your back for him, but as you scoot up to make yourself comfortable among the pillows, you notice Harry isn’t getting himself into proper position. Instead, he’s watching you, propped up on one elbow and rubbing one long finger over his plush bottom lip. He cuts a striking figure, stretched along the bed like a cat, all that smooth, tanned skin and prominent ink on display while his cock is hard and outlined through the tight material of his boxers. The look in his eyes has you trembling, and you have to stop yourself from just grabbing at him.
"Why aren’t you coming over here?" Your voice is breathless and a little whiny, and Harry’s answering grin spreads slow over his face like syrup, and you start to hear warning bells in your head.
“‘Cause I want you to come over here.” He reaches out and takes your hand, kissing it sweetly before pulling you to him. You’re confused but your body gravitates to him like a magnet, so you follow his lead until you’re on your side and pressed up against his body again, feeling his breath and his heat and his heartbeat vividly as his arm sweeps broadly over you to seek out spots that make you gasp. “Want you to sit on my face.”
Even though it’s not the first time he’s asked this of you, you still recoil a bit, something he seemed to be prepared for as his arms tighten around you.
"Harry, I don’t know…"
"C’mon, kitten," he’s playing dirty now, whispering low into your ear and groping freely at your ass while he pulls you to him until you’re pressed flush against him with your leg draped over his hip. "I want you to ride my face, don’t you know how sexy that’ll be? Sitting over me while I lick into you, mmm…." his words end in a moan when you lick your way into his mouth, rutting shamelessly against his crotch while his words paint deliciously filthy images in your head. His hips buck back against yours, you feel how hard he is, the swollen head of him and the small damp patch where his pre-cum leaked its way through the fabric. You’re so conflicted; the thought of hovering over him like that makes you feel so exposed it makes you shudder, but Harry’s got your body lit on fire like a match, he’s sucking on your lips and tongue like he does your clit, searching your mouth with his tongue like he would your pussy and you’re throbbing so hard you just can’t take it.
"Okay. Alright. Yes. Okay." You pull away from him, spouting agreements while barely being able to breathe, and his grin is so triumphant you almost want to hit him upside his head. Harry immediately arranges himself on his back with his head inches from the headboard, and his eyes never leave your body as he helps you maneuver out of your now soaked panties. His eyes zero in onto your pussy as it comes into view and he immediately licks his lips, his hands glide up your thighs and wrap securely around your hips.
"I’m gonna take care of you, alright? I’ll make you feel so good. You trust me?" His show of earnesty is touching, and you reward him with a few sweet kisses that prove to simmer down the roaring urgency between you.
"I trust you." He smiles and strokes your cheek with the warm pad of his thumb, lip tucked between his teeth.
"Come on then. Up you go." Your nerves return as he starts to hitch you up and over his shoulders. There’s a couple moments of awkward shuffling while you struggle not to chicken out of it and to arrange yourself, self consciously swinging your leg to the other side of Harry’s head. You curl your hands tightly in the headboard to steady yourself, afraid to look down and see Harry’s eyes peering up at you from underneath the center of you. You gasp when suddenly his arms lock around your thighs and your hips are pulled abruptly downward, where you can feel Harry’s breath on your thighs as he presses slow wet kisses to the skin there.
"Fuck." He breathes. "You look so fucking good like this.” He presses his mouth to your core in a single kiss, to which you shudder and gasp. “Just like I knew you would.” And with no further preamble, he dives into you.
Your self consciousness dissolves, simply flies away in a puff of smoke, because Harry never holds back when he’s going down on you and this is no exception. It’s impossible to be wrapped up in your own insecurities when he’s underneath you eagerly lapping up the wetness that had already gathered between your legs from his earlier attention, nosing his way between your lips and dragging his tongue from your entrance to your swollen clit. His tongue circles your clit a few times, flicking underneath the hood of it until you moan his name, to which he squeezes your thighs and wraps his lips securely around your clit.
Above him, you’re clinging to the headboard for your life and sanity. Whimpering and trembling, trying to keep yourself from thrusting against his face as he pleasures you. Somehow the new position makes everything he does feel more intense, the fireworks bursting in your body are threatening to overtake you. A moan bursts out of you when he tugs on your clit with his lips, proceeding to suck it into his mouth, and you can’t help letting go of the headboard with one hand to grip at his hair and pull. Harry doesn’t seem to mind in the slightest; he makes a small grunt against you, sucking at your clit harder before letting it slip from his mouth to trace shapes over it with his wet tongue. His name is leaving your mouth in breathless pants now, moans hitching in your throat every time he sucks on your lip or shifts down to swirl his tongue over your entrance, and its not long before you’re feeling your orgasm threatening to break over you fast.
"H-Harry, I’m close-" you break off in a keening moan when he releases one of his iron grips on your hip to ease two fingers into the dripping core of you, knowing your body well enough to know how turn you into a writhing mess by expertly stroking your inner walls. You lose control of yourself for a few moments, your hips finally grinding down and against his mouth as you tug even harder at his curls, and the groan he lets out is almost feral.
"Baby-" he breaks away from you for the first time and you get a good look at him and almost cum right there at the sight of him: panting, face flushed and glistening around his reddened mouth and chin from your juices, his pupils blown wide with desire and desperate longing. "Fuck- you’re so sexy. Ride my tongue until you cum."
You can’t help but obey his command when he plunges back into you, picking right back up where he left off, two fingers sliding over your sweet spots inside you while his lips and tongue take delicious care of your clit. His head follows the movement of your hips, grinding and rolling with you as you feel yourself start to shake and gasp from your impending orgasm.
"Harry-shit-I-fuck-Harry!! I’m cumming!" The words barely get out before you’re unable to release any other sound because you feel like you’re breaking apart. Your body wracks above Harry, quaking and writhing while he eases you through it with measured strokes of his fingers and tongue. He doesn’t stop until you’re whimpering and begging him, so sensitive you think you might cry, only then does he let you go and you awkwardly clamor your way off of him on limbs made of jelly to collapse beside him.
Harry sits up, his back against the headboard, and though you’re still trying to catch your breath and your eyes are bleary, you can see him licking his lips and wiping his face with the back of his hand. You’re spent for the moment, but the sight still sends heat southward. His so far neglected cock is almost eye level with you and you reach out to cup him, his hips immediately jerking into your hand. He’s hot and throbbing, straining against his boxers, and you look up to see the lines of his neck stretched taut as his head tips back.
Biting your lip, you trace his V-lines before dipping your fingers into the waistband of his boxers and pulling them down his legs. His cock stands proudly at full attention, thick vein visible, tip glistening, and after the performance he just granted you with he doesn’t have to ask before you wrap your lips over your teeth and take him as deep as he’ll go.
"Fuck!" Harry’s chest heaves with his breath, his hands coming down to gather your hair up away from your face so he can watch you take his dick until it triggers your gag reflex. Your hand gathers the saliva you leave on him, using it to twist around the base of him easily as you suck and swirl your tongue around the head, and as aroused as he was, it’s not long before your name is spilling from his mouth along with fumbling curses and Harry’s balls in your hand tighten and you know he’s going to blow in your mouth soon.
"God, baby, that’s it. That’s it, suck me, yeah, fuck. Fuck, fuck, FUCK." You swallow his cum as it flows into your mouth in thick, salty streams, making sure to milk him for every last drop until he’s as boneless and wrecked as he left you earlier. You finally pull away and wipe the corners of your mouth delicately, smiling up at him as you lick the taste of him from your lips.
"Baby." He looks down at you with glassy eyes, the pink flush from his cheeks having spread to his neck and chest. "Come up here?" He sounds oddly vulnerable as he reaches for you and you do as he says, climbing up into his lap and curling up against his solid chest as he wraps his arms around you tightly. He kisses you then, and you taste yourself on him and know he can do the same on you, but neither of you pull away. For a moment it’s just this, tender, blissed out kisses and touches that are sweet and almost shy.
"I love you." Harry murmurs into your hair, you shut your eyes and let the sincerity in his voice wash over you.
"Love you too, Haz." You look up at his face and he’s smiling down at you, looking so young and fresh faced and eager to make you happy and you can’t help kissing him again with all you have. He chuckles against your mouth, his hands tightening on your waist.
"So," he begins, looking every bit like the cat that got a fat, juicy canary. "You liked sitting on my face, then?" You pull away and groan.
"Harry! You ruined the mood!"

Notes

NUMERO TRES BITCHES LOL Im on a roll tonight