"Sweet Christ Almighty!" Harry swears as he awakens from the fitful sleep he has been in. The sun has just begun to rise over the horizon, and the golden light is beginning to permeate the filmy curtains in his bedroom. At the fringes of his memory are the remnants of what he thought was an incredibly sweet dream, but now that he's more cognizant of his own level of consciousness, it dawns on him that this is no dream.
You know that what wakes him up is the feel of your mouth completely engulfing his glorious manhood. The fact that his morning wood was harder than a rock is more your fault than is typical. Upon opening your own eyes and noting the date and time, you had peeled back the bed sheet from your naked bodies, your mouth watering at the view that was revealed in the moonlight. The feel of his silken skin against your rough tongue has always been pure pleasure for you, so that's where you start, allowing your tongue to take the lead over the ridges of his cock on one side and down the other with a swirl at the tip like you would an ice cream cone. Harry had shifted slightly while he continued to sleep on, and that had allowed you to run your nails under his balls to test his reaction. But it isn't until you draw him completely into your mouth, widening your jaw and pressing your nose into the hair at his base that he wakes up.
Hearing his curse brings a slight smile to your face as you breathe in the scent that is purely Harry as you've got him deep inside your throat. You reach up to rest one hand right over his laurels, and he grasps your hand tightly in his own, wheezing a bit.
"Fuck, love," he murmurs in his sexy, raspy, gravelly morning voice, "What a way to wake up."
Closing your lips over his length, you draw in your cheeks as the suction creates a vacuum. Ever so slowly, using your tongue on the underside, you continue the suction as you pull your head back from his cock, one ridge after another sliding between your lips and over your tongue. The popping sound that comes as you release the head from your mouth is indicative of the strength of your seal.
Breathing hard, even though you've just started, you glance up and beam fully at Harry, "Can't talk now, H. I'm kind of busy," and you immediately lower your mouth once more. This time, you focus purely on the slit at his tip, sliding your tongue back and forth and then swirling your tongue around the head as your hands loosely hold his length.
"HOLY HELL!" he cries out, bucking his hips up slightly, clearly wanting to be deeper inside your mouth again, which is why you use your hands instead, pulling each hand in turn from the base along the shaft, and releasing him only to slide the front hand to the back to repeat the motion. Again and again, you use both hands to gently tug the skin along until reaching the head and repeating the gesture.
"Something wrong, Harry?" you giggle as his hips squirm on the bed.
"Mmmmm....can't....can't...form words..." He starts, but then you once more take his entire length into your mouth and begin bobbing your head up and down. "FUCK!"
His hand is now tangled in your hair, not as a guide, but rather to steady himself and ground himself in the fact that this is real and not a dream from which he has not yet awakened.
Meanwhile, you're using that tongue at his slit every time your mouth approaches it, and you're picking up speed, adding a hand to the base so that you mostly have just the top half of his shaft in your mouth as you move up and back to the rhythm that is pounding in your head. Once more, you use that deep suction to pull him into your mouth and release him with another popping sound.
As your hands take over primary duty, you allow your eyes to wander up his torso, across that butterfly that looks like it's flapping its wings with the heaves of Harry's chest as his breathing rate increases. The morning sunbeams through the window illuminate the swallows, and you draw in your breath as they appear to take flight, drawing your eyes to his perfect chin. Well, almost perfect. That tiny scar is more visible from this angle, as his head is tilted as far back as it can go. You were already wet just from tasting him, but seeing his head tilted back in ecstasy makes your pussy drip onto the sheets.
"Uhhnnnn...." he grunts, and this time his hand in your hair is attempting to guide you. But you're having none of it, pressing soft kisses all along his shaft, occasionally adding a little lick to make sure he stays awake and knows who is in charge. "Baby....please," he begs.
Smiling, you glance at him once more, "Please what?"
"Oh. My. God," he pants out, "Please put your mouth back on me!"
So you do, but this time you don't use any suction. You simply surround his swollen member with your cheeks and stay completely still. Harry's fidgeting now, "FUCK!" His frustrated cry makes you feel a little sorry for him, so you once more deep throat him, nearly gagging this time as he bucks up into your mouth, forcing himself deeper as your lips tighten and you once again apply vacuum pressure as you feel the muscles of his thighs bunch.
Now his hands are both locked in your hair, pulling you up, forcibly removing your mouth from his delicious cock. Your eyes are dewy and desperate as you attempt to take him back into the moistness, but he won't let you.
He's panting, holding your head with his hands on either side. "Baby...." he breathes out, "turn around."
Puzzled, you drag your eyes to him with a question prominent in the tilt of your eyebrow. "Wanna taste you too," he moans.
At those words, you do not hesitate, twisting around and straddling his chest. Harry has released your head and now grabs your hips, pulling you backwards onto his mouth. The first tentative dip of his tongue into your center makes you cry out.
"Mmmmmm.....so wet for me, love. So delicious."
You allow yourself a minute or two of riding his face as his tongue delves further and further into your juices, but then you once again lower yourself to the job at hand. Which is decidedly not just a hand job. From this angle, you're curious as to how deep you can take him into your mouth. Starting off slowly, you guide your mouth all the way down to his base, and you are astounded at the sensation as his tip hits the back of your throat at a different angle than ever before. You begin smoothly sliding your mouth rapidly up and down his cock, applying that suction as before, but at the same time, you're panting because his tongue feels amazing on your clit as he flicks his tongue from side to side.
You can't use your hands the same way in this position because you're bracing yourself with one hand, and when Harry reaches around to tweak your nipples you release him from your mouth just long enough to moan, "Oh, fuck, Harry!! That feels so....mmmmmmm."
The saliva from your mouth is mixing with his precum, and both are running down his base, and you relish the salty flavor. Shifting your weight to rest completely on your left arm, you add your right hand to the motion your mouth is creating, as you continue to slide both your mouth and your hand up and down his heated rod. Your juices are being sipped from your core, and you are astounded to feel your orgasm coming on so quickly. Harry knows it too, and he renews his efforts, lapping faster and faster with his tongue.
Not to be outdone, you redouble your efforts, once more deep throating Harry, burying your nose in his balls this time. Pausing in his own pursuit of your orgasm, Harry gasps out, "You're taking me so deep, love! Can't stand it!"
Pulling your mouth completely off of him as your hand follows the motion, you cry out, "Then cum for me, Harry."
You feel him shaking his head, which has the added bonus of moving his tongue from side to side more aggressively on your clit, "You first," he pants.
With that, the race is on. You are trying to hold your body still over his in an effort to hold off your climax, but the muscles are already starting to clench. With renewed energy and effort, you slide your hand up and down his silky length as your tongue tickles the head, dipping into the slit as you continue to whirl your tongue. It is obvious that Harry is losing the race as his hips start bucking into you, and his breathing becomes even more labored. Triumph is within your grasp until Harry starts using his finger to rapidly pump in and out of you while his tongue continues its assault on your nerve bundle.
The moan that escapes your lips would make you blush any other time, but right now, it's taking all you have to stave off your orgasm as Harry continues to play with your pussy. "So close, babe," he whispers, "I can feel it."
"You first," you force out through your lips as your head has reared back so that you are staring at the ceiling. You're so close. So close. Without your permission, your body is bouncing back and forth, driving Harry's tongue in and out of your wet box, and you know you're going over the edge. As the force of your undoing rises like a tidal wave, you cry out again and again, the pitch of your voice rising as Harry continues to taste your release. His tongue continues its actions until you can once again see colors and light. As soon as the spasms stop, you return to your task with vigor, pumping your warm mouth again and again over his bold cock.
"That's it, love! I'm gonna...."
"Mhm," is the sound you make as you continue your work without removing your mouth.
"But, baby....I'm.....gonna....cuuuuummmmmm," the word is ripped from his mouth as he squirts string after string into your mouth. You continue bobbing up and down on him as he continues to squirt into your mouth, and you swallow each time a new string hits the back of your throat, which has the side effect of pulling him deeper into your mouth each time. The feeling of your tongue sliding along his length milks every drop from him, and you eventually feel him softening in your mouth.
Dismounting and wiping your mouth, you turn around and splay yourself across his chest, planting your lips on his. Harry's tongue dances with yours as you taste each other's juices, and you feel completely languid and deliriously happy at this moment in time. Pulling away, you whisper kisses all along his sculpted jaw.
"Happy birthday, my love," you whisper.
"Best present ever," Harry murmurs, as he tucks you into his side and you both drift off to sleep again.
Author's Note: Technically it's Harry's birthday in his home so it's okay to post this now. Quite the birthday present for our boy! Happy 29th, Harry!