After (Larry Stylinson) WILL NOT BE COMPLETED

CHAPTER 52

I try to cover my naked body from him, I'm more comfortable with Harry than I have ever been with anyone, but I'm still shy standing here wearing nothing. I glance towards the door and he pads over to make sure it is locked.

"Are you smirking at me?" I scold and he shakes his head.

"Never" he chuckles and leads me to the bed.

"Lay down at the edge of the bed, with your feet on the ground so I can kneel in front of you" he instructs.

I lay back on the large bed and he slides me down by my thighs to the end of the bed. My feet dangle but don't reach the floor.

"I didn't realize how tall the bed is," he smiles. "So just lay towards the top"

I scoot towards the top of the bed and Harry follows behind. He hooks his arms around my thighs and bends his knees slightly so he is almost crouched in front of me, between my legs. The anticipation of how this will feel is driving me wild, I wish I had more experience so I would know what to expect.

Harry's curls tickle my thighs as he lowers his head.

"I'm going to make you feel so fucking good," he mutters against my stomach. My pulse is thrumming through my ears and I temporarily forget we are in the house with other people, luckily a large house.

"Spread your legs baby," he whispers and I oblige. He gives me a dazed smile and brings his mouth down and kisses just under my belly button. His tongue swirls around my creamy skin and my eyes flutter closed. He nips at the soft skin covering my hip and I yelp in surprise. He sucks the skin between his lips. It stings but there is something so sensual about it that I don't mind the pain.

"Harry, please," I breath. I need some sort of relief from his slow teasing torture. Without warning his tongue begins to lick up and down my length making me cry out in pleasure. He reaches the head and begins making small strokes with his tongue and my hands list the comforter on the bed. I wriggle underneath his skillful tongue and he wraps his arms tighter, holding me in place. I feel Harry's finger rubbing around my anus while his tongue's working on my penis and the burn begins to build in my stomach.
I feel the cool metal of his lip ring, it adds to the sensation.

Without my permission, Harry slowly slides a finger inside of me and gently eases it in. I clench my eyes closed, waiting for the uncomfortable sting to go away.

"Are you okay?" He lifts his head up slightly. His plump lips glistening from me. I nod, unable to find the words and he withdraws his finger slowly and slides it back it. It feels incredible in combination with his mouth on me. I groan and move a hand to his soft hair, threading my fingers through and tugging. His linger keeps entering me and he draws it out slowly each time. Thunder booms throughout the house, echoing on the walls but I am too distracted to care.

"Harry," I moan as his mouth hollows are me and he gently sucks. I never knew that anything could feel this way, this good.
way, this good. My body is overtaken by sensation and pleasure and I sneak a peak down at Harry who looks incredibly sexy between my legs, the hard muscles under his skin contract as he pumps his finger in and out.

"Should I make you come this way?" He asks. I whimper at the loss of his tongue and nod frantically. He smirks and takes me into his mouth again. He curls his iinger up and hits my prostate.

"Oh god," I breath and he groans against me, sending the vibrations straight through me.

My legs stiffen and I mutter his name repeatedly while I come undone. My vision blurs and I screw my eyes shut. Harry holds me and bobs his head up and down at a faster rate. I bring one hand from his hair and cover my mouth with it, biting down to ensure I won't scream.
Seconds later, my head hits the pillow and my chest is heaving up and down as I try to catch my breath.