I felt like I couldn't even speak after Harry finished me off, and all that I could do was smile like a lovesick idiot.
"Wow." I breathed out when Harry wedged himself in between me and the couch so that he could lay down. I looked over at him and leaned in to press a kiss to his lips, which tasted like me apparently. It was erotic to taste myself on someone else's lips, and it started to turn me on a little bit. "That was...wow."
Harry chuckled, "Did you like that?"
I nodded, "Mhm."
Essentially, whatever he was doing to pleasure me was going to give me one goal: to have an orgasm, but the sensation was completely different. When he used his fingers it was more eager and rough, which felt great in the heat of the moment, but this time it felt slower and more sensual. He was a bit more patient with me because I think he could tell that I was tense and slightly nervous to have his face being right in between my inner thighs for so long, and occasionally I would squeeze my thighs together when his tongue did more flicking then it did gliding.
He leaned over and pressed his lips against my cheekbone, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
I sighed in contentment and closed my eyes to completely relax the rest of my body. Harry had his arm resting around my shoulders now, and I leaned my head into the crook of his neck for extra comfort. Even though my pants were still off and only a blanket lay over top of me now, I still felt safe and comfortable being right here in the house, and with Harry by my side.
After a few moments of silence I opened my eyes once again and looked over at Harry, "What are you thinking about?" I saw that his eyes were still open and that he was looking up at the ceiling, which is why I asked him this question.
He shrugged his shoulders as much as he could, "A few things, really." He said to me, and started naming them off, "Work, Eloise, and you, mostly."
I smiled, "You think about those things a lot, don't you?"
Deciding not to question his thought process any further, I decided to go ahead and sit up so that I could put my pants on. It was way past midnight now and clearly we were both tired, possibly me more than him now, and I would hate myself in the morning if I were to fall asleep on the couch. When Harry noticed that I was slipping my pajama bottoms back on he sighed, which made me turn around to see why he had done that. He was looking up at me as he said, "We should do that again sometime."
I smiled, "Definitely. Are you going back to bed?"
He nodded his head before sitting up as well, and eventually got to his feet. We walked together towards the stairs, and I went first while he followed behind of me. About halfway up the stairs I realized that Harry had turned around to make sure that the lights were off and the front door was locked, and I stopped on the steps to wait for him. He looked up at me briefly before starting back up the stairs again, and on a whim I decided to extend my arm out with the intention that he would hold my hand, and he did.
Once we were finally on the second floor and making our way down the hall, Harry stopped the both of us when we were in front of his bedroom. I looked up at him and said, "Well, good night Harry."
As I was leaning up on my toes to kiss him one more time, for the taste and for the satisfaction, Harry stopped me by asking, "Do you want to stay with me tonight?"
I knew that I would have to into my bathroom and freshen myself up a bit, but I was more than happy to say yes. Harry seemed pleased, or relieved, and then I said, "I just have to go to my bathroom, but it shouldn't take long."
YOU ARE READING
A desirable single father hires a plain looking nursemaid to help take care of his young daughter, but it quickly escalates into something much more complicated when feelings come to the surface.