Alive (Sequel to Breathing)

Chapter 28

**I hope you all took note of the new covers for Breathing and Alive!!! Both are by styleslennon and I'm absolutely in love with them!!!**

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..This was not going to solve our problems but it was a beautiful distraction for the time being. I watched as she tugged my jeans down. She looked up at me before gripping the sides of my briefs and pulling them down as well.

"Fuck" I breathed as she wrapped her mouth around me. Her hand barley fit around my shaft and she slowly pumped what wasn't fitting in her mouth. My fingers weaved through her curls and she didn't stop me for once. Her tongue swirled my tip and I nearly came in that moment. I pulled her head back so she looked up at me again and her eyes locked on mine. "Fucking hell"

She released me and kissed back up my stomach. Her lips connecting and reconnecting as she moved further up my body until she was standing. I gripped her hips pulling her close to me and her hands pressed to my chest.

"I love you, Charlie"

"I don't want to hear that" she pressed her lips between the birds above my pecks. "It's true"

"Stop talking" she stood on her toes and kissed my neck.

I ran my hands down her sides and over her ass. They hooked underneath it and I lifted her so she could wrap her legs around me.

"I miss you, Charlie. I miss sleeping in the same bed as you. Waking up to you. I miss-"

She cut me off with a kiss and I lowered us to the couch. Her ass pressed against my extremely hard dick and I couldn't get her shorts off fast enough. I laid her back on the couch and pulled the fabric down her legs. My fingers ran over her center and she moaned at my touch.

"Clearly you miss me too" I smirked running those same fingers across my tongue.

"Stop. Talking." She warned and I hovered over her.

"Stop lying to me and yourself. You don't want to divorce me"

Before she could respond I guided myself into her warm center and her mouth fell open. Her head tilting up as her legs tightened around my waist. I waited for a few seconds taking in the feeling of being inside her. I fucking missed this more than she knew. She has always been extremely responsive to me and that only turned me on more, especially now.

She looked at me, eyes blazing. I leaned down pressing my lips to hers as I found a steady rhythm. I was going to make this last. Who knew if it would ever happen again and I didn't want to take the moment for granted. Slowly pulling back I thrusted again and her back arched below me. Soft whimpers filled the room and her hips rose up to meet mine.

"Faster, Harry!" She pleaded but I ignored her.

Her fingers tangled into my hair as I kissed across her chest. She tugged earning a satisfied moan from me.

"This is torture" she whined as I continued my slow rhythm.

"No, this is making love. Completely different than the fucking you accused me of"

We locked eyes again and she pulled my head down to her connecting our lips. Her hands running over my shoulders and down my back. I groaned when I felt her nails dig into my skin. Sitting up I pulled her with me and she straddled my lap. Our bodies never disconnecting in the change of position.

"You don't like my pace? Change it" I instructed her. She looked down at me and gently brought her hands to my neck. She closed her eyes as she created her own rhythm that wasn't too much faster than mine. I gripped her hips pulling her down each time she rocked them.