Therapy III
I don’t think anyone is particularly enjoying this series, but if you want more plot than the smut you’re about to read you can find the rest here. Part I Part II
Warnings: 18+, minors dni,
I’m so sorry. it’s literally 5.5K+ words of literal sex. If you think there should be a warning written here in this section, pretend it is. It probably needs to be here. I don’t know what came over me. Don’t read in your family living room
Harry’s heart was so wrapped up in pleasing her he nearly forgot why he was so obsessed with the idea of pleasing her. He was utterly in love with her. He cupped her cheek, and she turned her head to kiss his palm. Maybe she knew he loved her. Maybe he knew she loved him. “Kitten,” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said.
She grinned. “I know.”
He chuckled. “M’gonna make you cum, now. Okay?”
“Wait, wait, wait,” she said nervously as he detached himself from her lips as she laid back on her bed. “You have too many clothes.”
“You do too.”
“You first!” He chuckled at her, smirking. He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his pants as he shucked it to the floor.
“S’that better?”
She eyed his body for a moment. His tattoos looked like they were illuminated in the moonlight from her window. He looked as if he was carved by the Greek gods themselves. He was utterly beautiful. She scanned him up and down once more not even caring how rude it was. Then she looked up at his eyes that sparkled with mischief. “No,” she said. “I’ll be keeping my dress on, thank you,” she shook her head nervously.
His heart hammered in his chest, and he chuckled at her shyness. “Kitten, ‘ve got a confession,” he said sheepishly. “When Niall and Louis were over...y’fell asleep reading, door was open. I... I saw everything,” he told her. “And... if y’don’t take your dress off, m’going to rip it off you,” he promised quietly. “And it would be a real shame if I ruined this beautiful dress,” he told her knowingly.
Her face turned pink under his gaze, through his words. She knew exactly what he was talking about. That was beyond embarrassing. “Everything?” She asked quietly, nervously.
“Kitten,” he said huskily. “Remember y’stripped for me when you got tipsy with your friends?” he reminded her and she groaned (not very sexily, but still quite adorably) in response.
“No, I happily forgot about how embarrassing I was.”
He smirked but pressed a kiss to her forehead. “S’all I can do to not picture you naked,” he explained. His hands started to inch her dress up her legs and over her hips. He noted her underwear was a simple bit of fabric, the same color as her dress. “Your... bum...and your...” he zeroed in on her chest where her dress was cupping the most beautiful pair of breasts he’d ever wished to see. “Please?” He whispered pulling at her dress by her hips waiting for her okay. She nodded as he carefully brought the dress over her head. He was in awe as he admired the curve of her cleavage; he dipped his finger between her breasts against the center of the V where her dress dipped, and he imagined his tongue getting stuck between them. He bit his lip. “M’done for,” he said.
He unhooked his belt and rucked his pants off to his ankles. As he stood for a moment before her, silently, she bit her lip inspecting the part of him that he had been hiding since he moved in. The only part of him she hadn’t seen, the only part that starred in all her dreams. It was so much better than anything she could have ever dreamed of.
“That’s not going to fit in me,” she said quietly shaking her head. He groaned and she swore he grew another inch hearing her words. She would truly kill him. Her eyes flicked back to his and then he was kissing her. His fingers were in her hair, his body encompassing hers. She could feel how hard he was. How hot his skin was against hers. He was burning her, and it felt so good. “Look, I have to tell you something,” she said breathlessly, rushing the sentence out as she begrudgingly pulled her lips away from him. “I have a really hard time...” she gulped and looked away from him. Harry’s eyes were so green, so intense. She was melting. This was ridiculous. How could she say this to him? He was a literal sex god. This was embarrassing.
He smirked knowing he was privy to a conversation he shouldn’t have heard, but he was grateful he did. He kissed her nose. “Finishing?” He asked.
“Yes,” she nodded. Her voice was so small. She felt bad and that made Harry feel bad. This was supposed to be a good moment. “S’always been that way...I don’t ever...finish...when I have a partner...but Harry it’s...got nothing to do with you. I...” she sighed and looked utterly disappointed, defeated. “You’re all I think about...all the time. I think there’s just something wrong with me. S’never been easy for me. But...it doesn’t mean it doesn’t feel good! And I like it,” she nodded in affirmation. “And m’pretty sure m’gonna,” she swallowed and looked at Harry’s naked body standing in front of her on full display. Her legs ready to wrap around his hips and never let go. “I’m really going to like it with you,” she nodded as she said it out loud. Reaffirming whatever was going through her head. He smirked sweetly, straddled her body letting every part of him touch her. He hissed when his dick touched her tummy. He leaned on his elbows so he could cup her face between his hands. He pressed a kiss to her lips and then leaned back again. He rested on her stomach, and she felt her fingers twitch to touch it. She wanted to so bad. Wanted to touch every part of him. She wanted it everywhere. In her mouth, in her hands, in her...
But then he reached for the top drawer of her nightstand causing her to all but actually die of embarrassment. She clapped a hand over her eyes as Harry pulled out the little toy he presumed would be there. “Is it that obvious?” She asked.
“No, but s’pretty standard,” he chuckled.
“You’re not...mad?” She asked.
“Oh kitten, who’ve y’been sleeping with?” He said disapprovingly. He turned on the little gadget and she gulped as it began to vibrate. “Could never be mad at you,” he murmured, and his eyes took in every inch of her body laid before him.
“But...I probably won’t...with just you,” she whispered quietly. A reminder. She felt terrible.
He shrugged casually. She wondered if he even knew. He didn’t seem to care. “So what? S’kind of you to even let me be here,” he said knowingly. “Don’t worry kitten,” he said and leaned down to press a trail of kisses along her face, her neck, her chest, her belly, her thigh. He turned the toy off for the time being and then lightly tugged at the underwear on her hips. He looked at her for approval and she nodded. “The goal will always be t’get you t’cum with jus’ m’cock,” he said knowingly she gasped lightly at his words as he kissed down her leg beginning the trail for her underwear to follow. “But if m’privy to the most beautiful girl in the world cummin’ all over me with the help of a toy...well kitten, I’d be a fool not t’use it,” he told her. The way his eyes drank her in crushed every sensible part of her brain into mush. She was not good at orgasming at all but she’s pretty sure if he said to do it right then and there, she’d be putty to him and have no choice but to do so. He glanced at her fully naked body and sighed. “You’re gorgeous,” he murmured so sweetly, and it ached every inch of her body and sent a shock directly through her aching core.
“Harry, you’ll be the death of me.”
He grinned wickedly; he knew the feeling. He pressed another kiss to her mouth. “Kitten, I don’t care what happens, what I have t’do, I’ll do whatever all night if I’ve got to...Just don’t lie t’me y’finished when y’didn’t,” he said seriously. “Okay?” He asked.
She nodded. “I won’t,” she promised. And she meant it. Maybe with another guy she would have lied to save his ego. She really didn’t blame the guys she slept with. It was difficult for her. Took her a long time when she was on her own, even. But wouldn’t lie to Harry.
“Kitten,” he said softly.
“Yes?”
“M’going to lick you now. If it s’okay with you,” he amended. She never knew that consent could be a turn on, but she was pretty sure if she was going to cum with just words, Harry would be the one to do it. She nodded dumbly. She didn’t trust her voice. He smiled, pressing another kiss to her lips and then he disappeared between her thighs.
“Oh...” she moaned at the feel of his lips against her. She shifted so she could press her core closer to his mouth and Harry pulled her thighs over his shoulders as he knelt to the floor next to her bed. It felt so good to have Harry’s tongue stroking against her lips.
He turned his head to the side to press a kiss to her thigh after a blissful moment. “Kitten, you’re s’sweet,” he moaned and then busied his mouth again with her wet pussy. She moaned and Harry didn’t know a song as sweet as her moans.
She sighed heavily and she looped her fingers loosely in his hair. He worked on her for a few heavenly minutes that made her head spin. He showed no sign of stopping and she wished more than ever it wasn’t so hard for her to cum. But as another minute passed, she cleared her throat hoping not to ruin what he started. “Um...” she started nervously.
He pulled back immediately “Yes, kitten,” he said quickly. His breath tickled her most sensitive skin. He kissed her core and continued dipping his tongue between her folds to get little licks of her, but he wanted everything to feel right for her. “What do y’need?” He practically begged. He would do anything. Literally anything, to make her feel good.
“Can you...” She began but the embarrassment choked her off. She shook her head and covered her face with one hand. He was doing a fantastic job, but she needed something else.
He shook his head, not that she could see. He grabbed her free hand at her hip and squeezed. “Words, kitten,” he almost demanded it and it was ruining her. Her thighs squeezed around his shoulders, and he shuddered. He wanted to taste her again, but he wanted to do it right.
“Your... tongue is too... flat?” She said it as a question. She was unsure of herself. This was too much for her. Harry rubbed his palm along the outside of her thigh hoping to ease her worry. It was perfectly reasonable for her to ask for anything she wanted in this moment. “And...I want it lower,” she said softly.
“Whatever you want,” he said quickly, taking her suggestions to mind and ducked his head back between her legs. He pointed his tongue more and dipped it lower between her folds.
“Ah...” she whimpered almost instantly. It sounded like music again. She was everything. “More,” she begged.
And who was he to deny her?
He reached around, gripped her bum and pulled her as much as he could toward the edge of the bed all but sucking her into his mouth lifting her lower half off the bed. He massaged his tongue inside her walls feeling around at how warm and soft she was. He imagined his cock inside her in a few more minutes and he moaned at the thought. She gasped. He stroked his tongue in her for another few moments and he savored the taste of her on his tongue. Harry thought he was starving, and he would spend forever between her legs if he could.
“Oh fuck,” she whined. He slid his tongue back up to her clit and he sucked it between his lips and let the tip of his tongue trace it carefully. “Oh...oh,” she sighed. But he didn’t want to not do what she asked so he brought his tongue back lower making her head spin and her eyes close as she moaned.
“Kitten,” he said softly pulling his mouth away from her and he rested her hips back to the bed after another few minutes of licking her delicious pussy. He really would stay there all day, but he did have a goal. He kissed the inside of her thighs and sighed happily at his work.
“Hmm...” she hummed dreamily as he stood.
“Did y’cum?” He asked. He laid down beside her, skimming his hand over her body. She shivered under his touch. He kissed the side of her head and watched her eyes stay closed as she dreamily laid in bliss. He already knew the answer to his question. She shook her head.
“But it felt—” He knew it felt good, he could still taste and feel how wet she got, and that was fine, but it wasn’t his goal.
“M’gonna use my fingers now. Okay?” He asked. She nodded dumbly, again. “Kitten,” he murmured. “Words, please,” he said gently. “Or I won’t do it,” he explained.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, please yes,” she said sighing softly.
He chuckled and dragged his fingers down the length of her body. He circled over her nipple causing her to moan and he kept that in mind as something to try next but continued trailing down. He was just down there but his fingers ached as much as his tongue to touch her warm center.
He gently circled his index finger over her clit. A gentle small circle to test the water. She moaned. “More, less?” He wondered as she shook her head.
“No, that,” she said. He nodded. Harry took several courses with heavy emphasis on sex while getting his degree. But learning about her? It had to be the best course on sex he ever took, and he would absorb every piece of knowledge on the subject.
He dipped his fingers lower and sighed feeling how wet she was from his tongue. He brought his middle finger to her center and slowly pushed in. “Oh wow,” she sighed. “M’gonna be ruined by the time your dick is in me,” she murmured dreamily as he chuckled.
“You are too good for m’ego, kitten,” he whispered in her ear. He slowly drew his finger out liking how her walls all but sucked his middle finger back in. He shifted it back in and began this slow agonizing pace that tortured her. She moaned as his finger worked in and out slowly.
“Harry,” she whispered shyly.
“Kitten, stop sounding shy,” he kissed her ear. “M’here to please you. What do you want?” He asked keeping the pace of his finger the same.
“Faster,” she said breathlessly. It was still shy. But Harry would take it.
“Faster,” he repeated. His heart tumbling over itself. She would kill him. Surely. He could feel his head was fogging and the only thoughts were her and her pleasure, but he was still in awe.
“Please,” she said almost brokenly. He never wanted her to have to beg him for this. His finger pumped a little faster at first. He was careful not to press to hard in any direction and accidentally scrape her or hurt her in any way. It would certainly be a mood killer. His thumb found her clit again and he rested it there pressing in time with the way his finger pumped into her. Her moans were almost too much for him. He slid his lips against hers and as much as he loved kissing her sweet, wet pussy...her mouth was still his favorite pair of her lips.
“Oh fuck,” she moaned against him as his finger continued the wonderful exploration his tongue had started. He would love to record her saying oh fuck. He would listen to it on repeat every day in his car, at his workouts, cleaning his room, surround sound while they did this. He could feel her walls squeezing his finger every so often and it nearly melted him.
“Kitten,” he whispered gently. “Are y’close?” He asked. She didn’t make a peep for a moment. Not a moan, not a sound. “Kitten,” he repeated quietly.
She shook her head nervously. It was so stupid she didn’t feel a knot unraveling in her body. She wanted to be one of those girls that could cum on command or something. At least when Harry was involved. He was going to hate her and how slow she was by the end of this. “Harry, it feels...so good,” she promised.
He chuckled. “S’okay kitten. Been waiting for the main event anyway,” he promised and pulled his finger from her slowly causing her to hiss at the emptiness and he cupped her cheek.
“Wait,” she said suddenly. He pulled back a little to look at her nervously. Harry would never do anything to make her uncomfortable and her sudden change of course didn’t scare him other than he was worried about her pleasure. “Sorry, that sounded bad,” she giggled shyly and then she pecked his cheek as he looked at her sweet face looking so wonderfully beautiful and lovely painted by the moonlight. “I want to taste you,” she said so simply.
Harry moaned at the idea of her lips wrapped around his cock. He was so focused on her, he almost forgot he was painfully hard. “Y’were worried if I’d fit, kitten,” he said with a sheepish smile. “Sure, your mouth can take me?” He wondered. He’d rather die than hurt her.
She reached her hand between them and felt his hard length against her thigh. “Please, please, please, please, please, let me,” she begged. Harry’s head spun and he was too overtaken by her begging for his cock in her mouth. He would have to tell her she never ever had to beg to do that. As far as he was concerned, if he ever said no to that, he would request to be shot in the head. She made him completely speechless, so he just nodded. She all but sighed with relief. “Can you kneel?” She asked him. He would have broken his own arm for her if she asked right now. He knelt on the bed immediately. She rolled onto her stomach, giving him the best view of her bum. He was unconvinced he’d make it through the night with her here. She leaned on her elbows, eye-level with the thing she wanted most on her tongue. She licked her lips in anticipation, he wasn’t even sure if she knew she did it. Her fingers danced along his thighs before she glanced up at him through her pretty lashes and he moaned as she slipped the tip of him into her mouth.
“Ah...” he gasped. She brought her one of her hands to the base of his cock and one wrapped around the back of his thigh. She sucked in more, hollowed her cheeks around him as she slid down the length of him with her tongue. “Oh shit, kitten,” he hissed. The feeling of her wet mouth got him thinking about other wet things on her body. She pressed down further, nuzzling her nose against his pubic bone. He groaned at her. He was right all those times he admired her lips, the smile, the way a straw sat between them, how he desperately wanted to be near her mouth. She slid him carefully between her lips for a few moments. It took every bit of self-control for Harry to not make a mess of her right then.
He seemed to quiet though. She pulled back slowly licking him gently as she did. “Is... this okay?” She asked quietly.
“Jesus, fuck, kitten,” he moaned. “You’re gonna kill me,” he said. He doesn’t know how someone so utterly beautiful could be shy with a cock in her mouth, but she managed just as well. She blushed red and then took him back in and ran her tongue over every part of him that could reach while she sucked him for all he was worth. Her feet crossed at the ankles, like she was reading a magazine or a book or something...completely content and adorable. He moaned again. She couldn’t have been there longer than two minutes. But if she stayed any longer, Harry wouldn’t make it.
And he was not done with her.
“Kitten,” he moaned as she continued her bobbing motion, sinking her mouth low on him and then pulling back, dragging her wet lips and tongue over him. His fingers found a way into her hair, and she sighed as his fingers touched her scalp. He shivered at the feel of her sigh on his cock. “Kitten,” he warned. She ignored him, not because she didn’t hear him, but because she was so obsessed with his cock in her mouth, she only heard him moaning out her pet name and didn’t think it was a warning to stop. “Kitten, stop,” he croaked, and tugged her head gently away from him. She popped off him with an audible popping sound that sent him spiraling. He grunted as he tried to lessen the idea of coming in her mouth when he wasn’t ready to do so yet. He was breathing hard, eyes closed, and she frowned looking at his wet dick and her mouth missed it already.
“That wasn’t fair, I wasn’t done,” she pouted reaching out for it. His eyes flashed open, just in time, and he grabbed her hand before she could touch him. Harry’s chest was rising and falling rapidly, and he cupped her sad face. “Was I... that bad?” She asked shyly. She didn’t do that a whole lot, but she’d never had complaints in the past. Her heart felt sad that it wasn’t good for him when he had already spent more than enough time licking and touching her.
His heart nearly shattered. He shook his head trying to rid the feeling of her warm mouth before he came at the near thought of her not doing it ever again because he pulled her off him. “No, kitten,” he said, his voice raspy as he tried to breathe regularly and not think about her tongue on him. “Would keep m’cock in your pretty mouth all day if I could, but m’not done with you yet. And you have t’cum before I do,” he said.
Her breath caught in her throat. “Um...” she looked away from his eyes. “Harry, I really...I might not—”
“Kitten,” he said gently. “You are going t’cum. And because m’a gentleman, you are going t’cum before me,” he said definitively. She was speechless so she nodded. “Kitten,” he cooed gently. She looked back at his eyes, wide and unsure of herself and Harry gazed back at her. “M’gonna go put a condom on jus’ so I don’t...” he trailed off with a smirk and then sighed while he kissed her forehead. “I won’t last long if s’jus’ you.” She nodded. “Are you alright?” He asked her. She nodded again. “Kitten, please use your words,” he said again.
“I want to cum so bad,” she whispered. She looked miserable, fear taking over that she wouldn’t and that made him so sad for her. She also seemed uncomfortable. He saw the way she was squeezing her thighs together to relieve any sort of pressure that had built up there. “Because of you,” he could barely hear her and maybe it’s for the best that he couldn’t hear her that well because if she was any louder, he might have accidentally cum all over her. And just thinking about that was too much for him.
He smiled, kissed her forehead. “You will, baby,” he promised and slid off her bed to hurry to get the condom in his room. She could hear him tearing his room apart looking for the box of condoms. “Shit,” he hissed as more things clattered to the floor. “A-ha!” He said triumphantly. She giggled at the sound of him as she shifted to lay properly on the bed. He hurried back to her room, pausing abruptly in the doorway.
“What?” She asked nervously.
“You’re beautiful,” he said simply. Her heart was in her throat, so she just blushed and looked away from his gaze. “Is this a better position t’get you t’cum?” He asked as he approached her. She felt lame, laying on her back; she wanted to be fun and exotic. She wanted to be on her hands and knees for him, on top of him, but under him was probably her best bet.
“Yes,” she said softly. “M’sorry.”
He rolled his eyes as he grabbed one of her pillows she wasn’t laying on. “What are y’apologizing for?” He asked and lifted her hips up with his free hand and shoved the pillow under her back. “This is the goal, kitten.”
“S’just lame,” she mumbled shyly. She had read that pillow under her lower back could help, but she’d never tried it. It left her shocked that Harry just did it. But at this point nothing about Harry should have surprised her.
“It is very much not lame, kitten,” he promised and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “I get t’look at your pretty face while y’cum,” he said knowingly. “This is the best position there is,” he told her. She didn’t fully believe him but while he was so sure she was going to cum, she didn’t want to say anything to him to ruin his day. He’d already gone above and beyond compared to her other sexual partners who barely gave her a minute of licking or touching before they were fucking her and waiting to get their fill.
“Kitten,” he said gently. She looked up at him and he smiled so sweetly, that stupid dimple that she knew when she first laid eyes on it was going to cause her downfall, those sparkling green eyes that were even brighter in the moonlight, he was too much. He was lining himself up, rubbing his condom covered tip along her wet folds, circling her clit making her head spin at the feel of his cock. She was almost mad at the time but she was so grateful he pulled her off him because it would have been a sin to not have this moment. She wanted his cock buried inside her for forever. “D’you trust me?” He asked gently pausing his cock’s path around her aching pussy. The tip brushing over the entrance making her dumbly speechless yet again. She was just obsessed with his cock in her body and it was all she could think about. She couldn’t form a full sentence if she tried. She nodded at him, waiting. He smirked. “Words, kitten,” he said for what had to be the millionth time.
“With my whole heart,” she whispered, barely.
“Good,” he said, and he was inside her.
“Ah,” she cried out as he stretched her so good.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he’s not even sure if the condom was helping him at this point.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, and Harry wanted to cover her mouth because if she made another sound he was done for and he was not going to lose it before he made her fall apart.
Her pussy was warm on his tongue and his fingers, but it was nothing in comparison to how his cock felt buried in her soft warm walls. He groaned as he moved his hips back out before pushing himself back in. He took deep breaths to steady and calm himself, so he didn’t ruin this for her. She wrapped her ankles around his back and he ground his teeth together to keep his composure as best he could. “Wait,” she begged.
That would do it. He paused nervously worried he had hurt her somehow. His eyes kept looking at hers even though they were closed and he tried to search her expression, desperately wishing he could read her mind. She took deep breaths seeming to center herself or something, he didn’t know. “Y’okay, kitten?” He asked. She nodded.
“M’just...” she sighed. “I don’t want to forget a second of this,” she said.
Harry’s heart was so wrapped up in pleasing her he nearly forgot why he was so obsessed with the idea of her getting to finish. He was utterly in love with her. He cupped her cheek, and she turned her head to kiss his palm. Maybe she knew he loved her. Maybe he knew she loved him. “Kitten,” he said softly.
“Yeah?”
“You’ll be the death of me,” he said.
She grinned. “I know.”
He chuckled. “M’gonna make you cum, now. Okay?”
She nodded. “Please,” she whispered. He would do anything for her. He started his pace again pumping in and out of her, feeling every inch of her it was so warm, so intimate. Harry could have cried. She pulled his face to her mouth sucking his tongue into her mouth licking it over just like she did with his cock. “Mmm,” she hummed. “You taste so good.”
He chuckled. “S’you baby,” he whispered. “Does that feel good?” He asked. She nodded silently, sighing with relief at having Harry between her legs. She enjoyed the feel of Harry’s body pressing into hers. He could feel her tight walls pulling him in, squeezing him gently. “Y’feel close?” He asked. She didn’t want to ruin this, so she kept silent. “Kitten,” he said softly. “I’ll stop right now,” he told her.
“N-no,” answered so quietly, he hardly heard her.
“What can I do?” He asked.
“Um...” she swallowed as she looked up at him hovering above her.
“Kitten,” he said gently.
“Can you go slower? Slow...slow as possible?”
He nodded. “For y’kitten. Y’can have anything y’want,” he whispered. He pulled himself in and out slowly. So slow it nearly felt like he wasn’t moving. Her mouth dropped open wide, and Harry thought he would die right now, looking at her perfect blissful face buried deep in her body. “S’that good, kitten?” He asked. She nodded and sighed, rolling her head to the side. She was utterly beautiful. Her hair draped over the pillow like ivy on a house. Her skin all but glowed in the moonlight. He bent to kiss her temple. He rolled his hips as slow as possible, and he would have to remember to thank her at some point because this had to be the best idea he had ever been given. He thought he could do this for the rest of his life, and he would be happy. He didn’t change anything, just continued to slowly pull himself in and out at this pace. Filling her deep to the core, and then emptying her with a small gasp on her lips. Each time his hips met hers, she angled to meet him as well. She swore the condom wasn’t even there, she could feel every ridge and vein on his dick as it filled her to the brim.
“Harry,” she moaned.
“Kitten,” he cooed bringing his hand to cup her face while he looked her over.
“Can...” she swallowed nervously. She didn’t want to ask her next question. She looked away from him.
“Kitten,” he grabbed her jaw gently between his thumb and finger and made her meet his eyes. “I can do anything. Just tell me,” he promised.
“I need...” she tilted her chin toward her nightstand. Harry understood.
“Need a bit more, kitten?” He said darkly. She nodded. “Your wish,” he said and grabbed the toy off her nightstand, turned it on and pressed it to her clit. He didn’t tease her, didn’t make a show of it, he just put it right where she needed it.
“Oh...oh yes,” she sighed her back arched a bit, lifting off the pillow.
“Good girl,” he hummed in appreciation at her body writhing under him. That made her whole body twitch to hear that phrase.
“Harry,” she moaned again.
“What kitten?”
“When I cum...y’have to...” she whined out as he let the vibrator assaulted the little bundle of nerves perfectly. Harry was not too far gone to notice she said when. It was music to his ears alongside her moans and breathy voice. With Harry’s agonizingly slow pace she was putty. Finally, she understood all the hype. Maybe Harry was right, and she just never had the right attention. She should have known. Harry was perfect in every way. He would do anything, anything, anything to make her happy.
“Have to what, kitten?” He begged slowly sliding in and out of her at a dreamy pace. He should have tried this years ago, but it probably wouldn’t have made as any sense with anyone but her.
“Harder...faster, please,” she whimpered as he continued doing everything so perfectly. The coil in her stomach ached her in the best way. Her toes curled against the sheets, and she whined so beautifully Harry wasn’t going to last much longer either. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” she rushed out.
She was all his dreams and more. “Y’gonna cum, kitten?” He whispered.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” she moaned and wrapped her arms around his neck and pushed back against him as he started to fuck into her faster and harder. “Oh my God,” she whined, and her entire body shivered beneath him as he felt her warm walls suction around him and tried to suck him further into her core. “Ahh,” she whimpered. Harry groaned kissing into her neck.
“Such a good girl,” he whispered. She continued to writhe under him while the coil unraveled deliciously around Harry. She moaned and her body untensed from the euphoria she felt. Harry was still rocking his hips into her at the fast pace she asked for and the feel of her letting go around him, the way her walls clenched him. It was finally too much. “Fuck, kitten, m’gonna cum,” he said.
“Thank God,” she breathed. He chuckled kissing her neck again and she moaned as his hips started to stutter from rhythmic to out of sync but still felt just as good. He choked out a groan as he released into the condom inside her. He stopped, pressing his face into her neck and kissed her sloppily several times. She sighed as he got off her, pulled and disposed of the condom, and then came back to her pulling her body to his. Tucking her head beneath his chin. Gently he stroked his fingers over her arm. Her breath was still coming in near gasps. His heart hammered against his chest as his breath slowed. He kissed the top of her head, and she rubbed her nose against his chest. “You are...” she sighed. “Should be illegal for you to be a sex therapist.”
He chuckled and squeezed her. “Those aren’t the services I offer my clients, kitten.”
“I know...” she said softly. “But they know.”
“You’re t’much for m’ego, kitten,” he grinned. “Y’didn’t lie t’me did you?” He wondered.
She smiled against his skin. “Harry, you’ve got much better faith in my acting skills than I do,” she said knowingly. He smirked enjoying the feel of her body against his. “M’never going to lie to you,” she whispered. “I promise.”
“Kitten,” he sighed breathlessly. He closed his eyes and pressed a kiss to her temple again. “You’ll be the death of me.”
