Strictly Professional.

Penny’s eyes popped open as she heard the curtains being pulled apart and sunlight washing in over her. She squinted and looked over to see who the culprit was, she should have known. It was Harry.
When he’d gotten to the bed last night the girl had already fallen asleep which had been the best thing ever because the two didn’t have to discuss what had happened and ruin the moment any further. Harry was used to getting up early, it was kind of hard wired in his brain by this point and so he had woken before her and made the arrangements to get their food delivered. Harry stood near the window, grinning like an idiot. His hair was wet and the braids were gone, she could tell he’d taken a shower. He walked over to the dresser and picked up a tray, he’d always wanted to do this. Bringing a girl breakfast in bed looked like one of the most romantic things in the movies, so he had definitely put it on his list of “must do’s.”
“Hope you’re hungry love and you were right, the hair just wasn’t me.” His words resonating in her ear as she realized it wasn’t all a dream. Her head left the pillow and she stretched her arms above her head letting out a yawn as she did. “I appreciate that you kept them in that long and it’s so early Harry, you should be sleeping.” She gave him a faux glare as he made his way over, placing the tray on the bed. Her legs tucked beneath her as she leaned forward to look at the food, inhaling the aroma before giving him a wide grin. She didn’t waste any time before she was digging in, she’d been thinking about it for days. While she was busy munching away, Harry sat down and picked up his own bowl and began eating, wondering if he should mention the previous night or if she wanted to act like it didn’t happen. It did happen though and Harry’s thoughts had been taken over by the girl. They made small talk and avoided the subject for the entirety of the meal; it wasn’t until Harry returned from placing the tray in the other room that Penny blurted out the question they’d each been thinking. “Are we going to talk about last night?” Her voice was calm, yet slightly rushed out of her mouth. Harry’s eyes widened as he looked over at her, his teeth chewing at the inside of his cheek as he sat back down on the bed.
“Yeah, that um, well it happened…” What else could he say? He couldn’t even make sense of it. It was now that all the repercussions occurred to him. This could get tricky; did she even want more than just that one kiss?
As if she were reading his mind, she placed her hand on his and gave it a slight squeeze.
“I’ve wanted you to kiss me since we first met Harry…” Her eyes were on his now, their gaze connecting as he processed her words. He felt a smile tugging at the corner of his lips and furrowed his brows.
“Seriously? Why didn’t you kiss me before then?” He asked, intrigued now by this sudden realization of attraction. He wished that he’d acted on the moments they’d had before, imagine where they could be now? The heartache he could have avoided.
Penny’s eyes blinked slowly as a bashful expression conquered her face. “I didn’t want anyone to know… I mean we work together Harry, this would look awful if anyone found out and I’m older and you’re in so much spotlight and I’m not going to lie, your fans are intimidating. I’m one of them, I should know.”
Harry felt his heart sink a little; of course it was his fame that scared her. It scared him too.
“Penny, you know me better than anyone… You’re like, my best mate that I want to snog like all the time and don’t be scared…” Words trailing off into a whisper as he moved closer to her, his vast palms caressing her jaw as he moved her face towards his. He could see her lips trembling the closer he got, knowing that the touch of her lips would put him at ease he leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers. She melted into him, leaning back as he slowly led her. Her fingers tangled with his hair, tugging at it gently while their bodies intertwined. His flesh was hot and his lips were hungry. Penny thought of speaking, stopping this before it went any further, but the feel of his hardening cock pressing against her thigh was enough to clear her mind. She moved her hands down his shoulder and over his back, gripping the hem of his shirt and pulling it up and over his head. He tossed the fabric to the side and then went for hers, pulling it swiftly over her head to reveal two perfectly perky breasts that were beckoning him. He let out a groan and leaned down, taking her bud into his mouth and sucking. She exhaled deeply as she looked down at him, a scene she’d played in her mind over and over again, but still felt so much better than she could have ever imagined. His hands were moving down her sides now, smoothing over her tummy, and dipping into her shorts. He felt the smoothness of her skin that led to the slick slits that were convivially greeting him. He wanted to comment on how wet she was, but decided against it since it was a typical line that boys used once they’d gotten into a girls pants. Literally.
It didn’t take him long to fully undress her, his plump lips kissing down her skin and now stopping until he got to her inner thigh, she hadn’t objected yet so he knew he could continue. His slid his tongue between her lips, licking up until he reached her clit and continued this motion while her hips began to buck against his face. She was soaked; the feel of his warm breath mixed with the softness of his tongue flicking her cluster of nerves was driving her crazy. Her moans were coming gradually getting louder the deeper he went. Her hands found their place in his hair again, guiding his head to the places that felt the best. “Oh, Harry…Don’t stop..” She breathed, her legs spread wide as his hands gripped the back of her thighs, pulling her down some to where he could get a better angle. He moved one hand, dragging a finger between her folds and then slowly pushing it inside her. She gasped and her back was arching, he curled his finger up and pulled it out before going back in, but with two fingers this time. He continued to curl his fingers up, licking her clit and pumping his digits inside of her. She felt that familiar warm feeling in the pit of her stomach, her muscles were tensing and she was losing control. Her moans were loud and erratic now as she felt herself gushing as she came. Harry didn’t stop until he knew she was completely finished, pulling his fingers from inside of her and licking the remaining wet off of them. He looked at her and gave her a smirk, knowing that would be enough for now. He could give her the rest tonight.

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