"Well, that was fun," you said sarcastically as you unbuckled your shoes and pulled them off your feet.
"It was alright," muttered Harry. He stood near you, unbuttoning his shirt before shrugging out of it and tossing it in the laundry hamper.
You huffed out a breath as you rose from the bed, reaching behind yourself to unzip your dress. When you couldn't quite reach it, you quickly gave up and walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.
The fact that Harry was oblivious to your attitude just made things worse. This was the third party you'd been to in less than a month. You understood Harry was a busy guy, and normally you would have been glad and even excited to join him at these functions. But now it seemed like you were only going because it was the only chance you got to be with him. You hadn't had any time alone with him in you didn't know how long except for the sporadic late nights when you'd decided to wait up for him on the sofa only to have him come home too exhausted to even have a conversation, let alone anything else. He'd mumbled something like "sorry, love, 'm goin' t'bed" before climbing the stairs, leaving you disappointed and sexually frustrated.
The parties weren't much of a consolation. You spent most of the evening making the rounds, chatting with some people you'd met before, some you hadn't. But the conversations were usually all the same, and in the end you just wished you were at home watching a movie in bed.
You'd washed off your makeup and were brushing your teeth when you finally noticed your shoulders were shaking from silent sobs. You missed him. You miss him so much it hurt. His lips, his hands on your body, his breath on your face. You knew he loved you, but sometimes you wondered if he missed you too.
Spitting out your toothpaste and wiping your mouth on a towel, you opened the bathroom door to find Harry sitting on the chair in the corner of the bedroom, his jeans still on, his boots next to his socked feet. He was leaning forward, his head in his hand. When he didn't look up as you approached, you figured he hadn't heard you.
"Could you..." you began, your words faltering when he lifted his gaze. His mouth was pursed in a deep frown, and you thought you detected a hint of wetness in his eyes.
"What?" he asked softly.
You cleared your throat and turned around. "Would you mind helping me with this zipper?"
"Oh, sure," you heard him say.
You let out a sigh as you felt his fingers maneuver the zipper on your dress, pulling it down slowly.
"Thanks," you mumbled, ready to walk to the closet when Harry's hands on your waist stopped you, pulling you backwards. He wrapped his arms around you as you fell onto his lap, his head on your shoulder.
"Baby..." he whined, his lips dragging across your skin, "I miss you."
Your hands grabbed his arms at your stomach.
"What?" you sounded. Although you knew what he'd said, you just wanted to hear him confirm it.
"I miss you so much," he repeated, pulling you even closer to him.
You shifted slightly in his lap to look at him. "Really?"
"God, yes," he replied, taking your face in his hands. Bringing his mouth to yours, he kissed you gently . "I'm sorry I've been so busy. I haven't meant to neglect you...to neglect us."
"Harry..." you whispered, suddenly at a loss for words.
"I know you don't wanna go to these things," he continued.
You shook your head, looking down at your hands. "It's not that. I just-"
"I know," Harry nodded, the pads of his thumbs tracing circles on your cheeks. "It's been too long."
You closed your eyes, taking in a deep breath and letting it out. Biting your bottom lip, you whispered, "Yeah."
Your eyes still shut, you felt Harry's hand leave your face and travel down your neck to the strap of your dress. As he slid it across your shoulder, his lips met your skin once more, giving you chills of excitement. You turned around again so that your back was to him while he held back your hair and kissed your neck. Harry slid down the other strap of your dress so that it fell down to your waist, revealing your breasts. Your hands gripped the arms of the chair when he cupped them, his mouth sucking on the tender skin below your ear. You let out a tiny moan as he took your nipples between his index fingers and thumbs, pinching them slightly.
"I want you," you heard him growl in your ear, his breath tickling you and igniting your senses.
With a small sound rising from your throat, you stood from the chair, letting your dress drop to the floor. Then turning around, you faced Harry, a look in his eyes that you hadn't seen in weeks. His perfect lips were slightly parted, almost in a pout and it took you only a second to crawl back onto his lap, straddling him and covering his mouth with yours.
"I want you, too," you whispered in between kisses.
Harry's hands roamed up your thighs to the sides of your lacy underwear. He urged them down with his fingers until you broke from the kiss to stand again, shimmying out of them. You took the opportunity to unbutton his jeans, pulling them down with his boxers while he helped you until they were in a pile on the floor with your dress. You licked your lips as you took a second to admire his erection before returning to your perch above him.
"God, you're sexy," he groaned, taking your nipple into his mouth, allowing his tongue to swirl over and around it.
You moaned again as you began to grind against him, the need to feel him inside you growing stronger with every movement.
"Shit," Harry breathed. "You're so fucking wet."
With a nod, you lifted your hips and took his hard cock in your hand, aiming it at your center. As always, Harry let you slide down slowly, adjusting to his size until you reached his hip bone. You gulped in a breath before gently lifting up, riding him at an easy pace.
Your hands on his shoulders, you gazed into his gorgeous green eyes. They spoke volumes as you simply watched each other in silence, your hips pumping slowly. Finally, Harry brushed your hair off your shoulder, sliding his hand under your ear.
"Kiss me," he requested.
You happily obliged, slipping your tongue inside to meet his. You felt his other hand grip your hip tightly as he moaned against your mouth. You began to move a little faster which made his fingers dig into your skin deeper.
"Oh, baby, I missed you," he sighed, leaning his forehead against yours.
"Me too," you whispered.
"You feel so fucking good," he blinked.
"I know," you half teased.
Harry chuckled, nuzzling your neck and biting your shoulder.
"Yeah, you do," he agreed, lifting his head to look at you again. He wore that smirk that always did you in. You grinned back at him before biting your lip and riding him faster. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back, his chest rising and falling rapidly.
"Fuck me," he begged. Gripping your waist with both hands, he guided you where he wanted you. "Oh, God, yeah baby, fuck me."
You let out a few whines as your increased rhythm caused the friction to bring you closer to your peak.
"Harry..." you cried, feeling the orgasm nearing.
"Yeah," he breathed. "Come with me, darlin'. 'm so close."
You bounced on his cock even faster, your fingers tangled in the back of his hair. Just as he let out a deep, guttural moan, your own orgasm ripped through you. You called out his name again as you rode him to the finish.
"Oh my God," you panted, your head falling against his shoulder. "Harry..."
Harry was silent for a few moments except for the sound of his breathing. He wrapped his arms around your stomach, pulling you as close to him as possible. You could feel his heart beating in chest against yours as you both came down.
"I'm so sorry, baby," he finally said, his voice raspy. "Never gonna let that much time go again."
You made a contented sound against his skin. "Good."
"You're incredible."
You laid against him for another minute or two before sitting up to look at his face.
"How much time will you let go?" you inquired.
Harry's mouth curled up into a grin as he ran his fingers up and down your back. With a shrug he said, "Might be willing to accept an hour or two."
You beamed at him before giving him a kiss on the lips.
"I can live with that," you agreed.