"Did you have a good time babe?," Harry asked as he slid down the zipper of my dress.
"For the most part, yeah." I was still agitated about Trisha- Bitchtrisha. I know it wasn't public knowledge Harry and I were dating, but the whole idea of her propositioning him, with my help, for a hotel room fling had me furious and disgusted.
"Most part?," Harry said stepping around to the front of me. His head was tilted and his face was creased between his brows. "What's wrong?"
"That reporter chick next to me was a bitch," I said as I slipped from my dress and tossed my bra across the room violently. "She wouldn't stop asking about us and she had the nerve to try and ask me to get you to give her an interview." I continued to undress in a huff, pacing around the room and angrily tossing things into my suitcase. "Plus she clearly just wanted to get in your pants."
"You're so cute," Harry said and I turned quickly to look at him. His response seemed odd. "I've never seen you so worked up. You're kind of hot when you're jealous Liv."
"I'm not..." My words trailed off at the realization that I was, in fact, somewhat jealous. I let out a puff of air and Harry chuckled. "Still, she was annoying."
"You know you've got nothing to be jealous about, you've already got me." Harry finished unbuttoning his top and tossed it aside. "You're all red and flustered now babe." Harry wrapped his arms behind my waist and pulled me into him. He kissed the blush on my chest, not helping my color return to normal.
"Yeah, lots of red going on right now, actually. Sorry babe," I said twisting up my face and pointing towards my uterus that had bad timing.
"Sorry for what? You think that's going to stop me from fucking you on your last night here?" Harry sucked on my neck and sunk his teeth in just enough to make my knees weak. "I'm pretty sure there's nothing you could do turn me off babe." I looked up at the ceiling and curled my mouth as I thought about his statement. "And that's not a challenge Liv!," he said, knowing too well how my mind worked. I was always finding some way to mess with him. We both chuckled.
"Let me just make sure I'm all packed up Harry. I have to be at the airport early so I don't want to worry about anything in the morning."
I was certain I'd forget something important behind. I must've checked for my passport a dozen times. I pulled out clean clothes for the flight tomorrow, but decided to leave my pajamas packed away. I rarely ended up wearing them with Harry around anyways. I set my alarm in my phone and even made Harry set his alarm as a back up.
"Do you alway pack in just a tiny pair of underwear?," Harry asked from the bed. He was in just his pants, in the British sense of the word, with his ankles crossed and his arms folded behind his head. He had been watching me scurry around the room.
"Not always. But I thought I'd leave you with a souvenir from the trip." I bent over at the waist and slowly slid my simple lace panties down my legs, watching Harry over my shoulder the entire time. I stepped out from my thong and walked nude over to the chair in the corner of Harry's room. I tucked my nude lace thong into the back pocket of Harry's discarded black skinny jeans, knowing he'd wear them again tomorrow. "And I expect those boxer briefs to be in my suitcase by the time I get back," I warned as I stepped into the bathroom and closed the door.
When I was all freshened up my eyes settled on the image of Harry on the bed. He was lying in the same position as when I had left him, but his black Calvin Klein underpants were now gone. I smiled that he had taken his orders. God I was going to miss seeing him like this for a whole month. My bottom lip poured out.
"What's that for? No pouting." Harry sat up on the bed. "Come here babe." He patted the space next to him and I climbed up and pulled my legs underneath me.
"I'm just going to miss you," I said still pouting. "I'm going to miss all of this." I waved my hand over him and Harry smirked.
"Tell me Liv, will you miss this?" Harry rolled his heavy body over mine and pushed me back onto the pillows. He kissed my lips softly and pulled my pout into his teeth briefly. His tongue slid along my lips until I opened them, welcoming that tongue I was going to miss so much. I purred against his mouth before he pulled away.
"God yes, baby," I finally answered his question.
"And how about this?" Harry slowly tickled my nipple with his tongue before pulling it into his mouth and grazed it with his teeth. He teased my other breast as well before biting my hardened pink flesh and tugging at it enough to make me arch up against him.
"Mmhm," I hummed.
"And will you miss this?" Harry pushed his hips against me and I felt how hard he was.
"Harry." I breathed his name because it he was the only thing on my mind now. He had succeeded in bringing me back into the moment. I was here with him and nothing else mattered.
"I'm going to miss you saying my name like that."
Harry shifted back and gripped himself with his right hand. He slid the tip of his cock along my middle to coat himself in the arousal he had caused. He eased it into me slowly and my head fell back at the feeling of my body consuming him. Harry's hips moved slow, but deliberate, as he pushed deep inside of me. His hips kept a steady pace and I swear I could feel the sensation of him traveling through every part of my body.
"I love you," I said in a whisper, not knowing if he could even hear me, but needing to say the words.
"I love you Liv," he said back in a low rumble as he pushed his hair back out of his face.
My hands roamed his body, and my legs wrapped around his waist to draw him in closer to me. Harry moved his hands to rest on the bed just above my shoulders and lowered his chest over mine. His hips continued to dip in and out, the friction warming me in the way only he did. With Harry's body pressed so close to mine his pelvis was giving added pressure where I needed it most. The sensation shallowed my breaths as he pushed deeper and deeper within my core.
"Harry," I let slip out between breaths. My hands trailed up his sides and found the back of his shoulders. I gripped onto him and felt his muscles contract beneath my fingertips.
"Come with me babe. Come on Liv," Harry encouraged. I let myself give in and dug my nails into his skin.
"Shit. Harry. Oh fuck Harry." My words were a scattering of breathy whiskers and pleasured cries.
I felt Harry's stomach muscles contract against me. His eyes closed and his mouth fell open but made almost no sounds. His pace slowed but he kept his thrusts deep as ever as he spilled the last of his orgasm into me. Finally, his movements stalled and his eyes opened, though his lids were heavy. His face instantly returned to a smile. He looked almost drunk with his expression and reddened cheeks.
"If I never get off of you then you can't leave, right?" Harry released his full weight on top of me and his chest pressed against mine. I was reminded of the first time I felt him on top of me after he clumsily fell down. I chuckled at the memory and at him now.
"As much as I really like your plan, I have to go. I've got to get back to work, and so do you."
"Can't I just get back to working on you?" Harry's eyebrows raised and he stuck his tongue out through his teeth. I lifted my head and bit his tongue playfully. Harry tried to say something, which I assumed was "hey," but it just came out as a strange sound from the back of his throat that made us laugh. Harry hissed as our bodies shook in laughter. "Too much movement. Still so sensitive!" Harry squinted up his face as he pulled himself from me to relieve the extreme sensitivity. He slid off the bed and bent down to kiss my cheek. "I'm going to hop in the shower babe. Do you want to come join me?" I could tell from his demeanor that he didn't have an ulterior motive. I nodded and he helped me up from the bed.
I watched Harry as he turned on the water and the muscles along his back moved. He was breathtaking in clothing, but in the nude it was like you were seeing all of his secrets. Once the water was warm enough he let me get in first before joining me in the shower stall. Harry wrapped his arms around me from behind and kissed the top of my head. His position blocked the water from me, so the only droplets hitting my skin were ones that had already run off of his. Harry released his hold on me and moved away from the shower stream so I could rinse off as well. I watched as he lathered up his hair into a pile on top of his head. Harry squeezed some more shampoo into his palm and began to lather my hair as well. He clearly used too much shampoo, since his hair required much more than mine did. Harry rinsed my hair first, taking great care to keep soap from my eyes. I watched the sudsy mass of hair on his scalp darken and cascade down onto his shoulders and back like a waterfall. With the curls now straightened, his hair was so much longer, nearly to the middle of his back.
Harry reached behind him and grabbed a loofah that was hanging on the tile wall. He worked it into a lather and I recognized the refreshing scent of peppermint. He ran the loofah along my shoulders and down each of my arms. He continued to move it across my chest and stomach while his chest pressed against my back. When Harry reached my hips he paused to kiss my neck. I took the loofah from his hand and turned around to face him. I repeated his actions and began to lather his chest and stomach. I watched as his ink disappeared underneath the suds, hidden but never gone. Harry took charge again and reached behind me to wash my back. He soaped my body only by feel. Our bright eyes and nude bodies were locked together. You couldn't decipher where my chest ended and his began underneath the suds.
We continued to wash each other and touch each other in silence. It wasn't a sexual experience, but rather an intimate one. We were taking care of one another. We were simply being with one another. Tomorrow we would say goodbye and embark on a different chapter in our relationship. Just as when Harry and I had taken a bath together before he asked me on this trip, I felt completely safe and at ease in his arms. My worries and fears were washed away and I knew, in this moment, nothing could tear us apart.