I called his name lowly, in an almost inaudible tone when he entered me. My eyes fought to stay open at the desire, the euphoric state overpowering my senses to so much as kiss Harry. But he knew, so lying down against me, large hands cupped cheeks to pull them up and trace my bottom lip with his tongue. A hand of his left it’s place, trailing down my stomach to the space where we met. Slowly, deeply, madly thrusting whilst his hand circled a spot that made me cry. Fingernails driving down tattooed arms, I marked him with velvet lines that signified our love, and would remind him in the morning. Because our intoxication hazed our minds, allowing us to only live in the moment. My hands pulled him down by his neck, muscles tensing as he drove himself near the edge. Nimble fingers continued their black magic on my body, whimpering, and another arch to my back, breasts pressing against his solid chest while the wave crashed against us.
His thrusts were slow, merely lazy as our hips met between stolen kisses. Bubbles of giggles masked by moans and cries of pleasure eased from my lips, back arching to touch the warmth of his chest. My fingers found the damp curls resting on his forehead, running through them softly before gripping tighter, almost pulling as he hit that spot driving me mad. Harry appeared as an angel above me, making my heart flutter and quicken it’s pace as his hips did the very same. Everything around us was blurry, and my focus only on his green eyes peering into mine. Maybe it was the drugs he and I shared prior to our tender touches, or maybe it was just the high I felt with him giving me his all, but at that moment, when he pressed his lips into mine with the most gentle touch, I swear we were divine.