Always

Chapter 47

"Harry!" I squealed, cringing away from him to try and protect myself from his assault. It was hard to catch a full breath between the fits of laughter I was experiencing. Harry had wrapped his arms around my torso, pinning my arms to my sides so I couldn't fight back. Tears of laughter leaked from my eyes as the vibrations, completely with wet, sloppy lips attacked my throat.

"Harry, stop!" I choked out between cackles, struggling to free my arms. I felt him softly bite my neck before pulling his face level with mine. He had a huge grin plastered on his face, and looked extremely pleased with himself. I couldn't help but grin back at him, feeling the weight lifting off my shoulders more and more every second; it had been days since I had laughed so hard.

"How old are you?" I joked, grin growing even more I looked into his green eyes.

"Four and a half, thank you very much," he returned, finally releasing my arms and resting his arms around my waist, linking them behind my back. I roped them back around his neck lazily, still straddling his hips comfortably. I giggled before leaning in to kiss him again, swooping in back and forth to press my lips against his over and over before giving him one last lingering kiss.

"Thank you for doing this, Harry," I said, leaning my forehead against his after disconnecting our lips.

"Sure, love. When would you like me to talk to him?" he asked.

"Tomorrow, maybe? I have to work again so I won't be home."

He nodded. "Okay, that could work. It'll probably be best if you're not around, anyway."

"I thought so, too," I agreed. I didn't want to get in the way of their conversation. My hands came up to tangle in the hair on the back of his head, weaving the soft strands through my fingers. He closed his eyes gently and hummed in appreciation. I leaned forward to press my lips to Harry's jaw, enjoying the feel of his smooth skin on my mouth.

Nudging his jaw with my nose, I tilted his head to the side, allowing me better access to the skin across his neck. I peppered open mouth kisses down his throat, letting my tongue dart out here and there to taste him.

He let out a quiet groan when I reached the base of his neck and bit down softly. I smirked against his skin before running my tongue up the expanse of his neck, reaching his ear and tugging it between my teeth.

His neck was one of my favorite places to kiss him because it was so sensitive. No matter what I did to it, he loved. The control it gave me was empowering, and I couldn't get enough. He let out another soft moan as I ran my tongue along the rim of his ear.

I was about to switch to the other side when his hands unwound from my waist and gripped under my thighs, abruptly flipping me onto my back on his bed. He hovered over me now, resting his hips between my legs.

So much for having the power.

His lips, which were parted slightly, were only inches from mine as he looked down at me, eyes darting back and forth between mine. He looked like he was having an internal debate. I opened my mouth, about to ask what was on his mind, when he leaned down and tucked my lower lip between his, pulling it softly into his mouth.

I had missed his kisses; it had been days since we had really, thoroughly, deeply kissed like we were now. It was how Harry always kissed me, and as always, I could feel it down to my bones. He invaded my senses; all I could feel, see, smell, taste, everything, was Harry.

His hand, which was resting on my hip, tightened it's grip, pulling me into him as he exhaled against my mouth, continuing to kiss me. I could feel my body getting worked up as my hands roamed between his hair, his neck, his back, and his hips, pulling on everything I managed to touch. He disconnected his lips from mine and brought them to my neck, his shoulder muscles flexing beneath my hands as he dipped his head.