Celebrating Valentine's Day with Harry is always fun.
For the first two years of your relationship, the two of you felt somewhat pressured to make the day as perfect as possible, leading to some funny- but awkward, situations.
But here you are now, a year into your marriage and everything just feels right. There's no awkwardness, no anxiety about whether or not the other will like the gift you bought, just no worries whatsoever.
You and Harry have plans for dinner later, but other than that today's simply a day to relax and enjoy each others company.
He brought you breakfast in bed, insisting that he feed you the sliced strawberries even though you're perfectly capable of doing it on your own.
It was when you were wrapping your hair so that it would be ready for dinner, that you first saw it.
You thought you were going crazy. Seeing things maybe.
The bright red that poked out of the waistband of Harry's pants when he bent down to grab the remote from the coffee table , or reached to get something from the very top shelf in the kitchen.
It wasn't until you grabbed his hips to "squeeze by" him, letting your hands slightly creep under his shirt, that you felt the lacey material, making your eyes widen as you try to hide your reaction.
For the rest of the day you made sure to ask Harry to do things that required him to bend or stretch, just wanting another peek at what he was wearing under his pants.
You thought he'd catch on eventually and realize that you knew about his dirty little secret, but he never said a word. Just flashed that bright smile and gave you a kiss on the cheek.
"Harry love, can you come here real quick?", you call for Harry from your spot on the couch, tired of letting your nasty thoughts run rampant when you could just have the real thing.
"Yeah babe?", he asks as he comes to stand in between your spread legs.
Placing your hands on his waist, you lightly tug him down, allowing him to take a seat in your lap.
You wordlessly let your hands travel below the waistline of his pants, Harry's eyes tracking your every movement.
"What's this, hm?" You ask him, one finger pulling the band of the lace before letting it snap back on his skin.
"Your present.", he says cheekily, lustful eyes meeting your own.
"My present?", you ask and he nods. "So should I unwrap it now or later?"
~~~
"Fuck baby, just like that."
Moans echo around the bedroom, your head tossed back onto a pillow while you struggle to keep your legs open, not wanting to crush Harry's head between your thighs.
You tug at his hair, trying to pull him impossibly closer and Harry moans at the feeling.
You've stripped completely and Harry's shirt and pants are long gone, leaving him in only his lingerie.
Harry feels like he's in heaven. His face is buried in your sweet pussy, he hasn't even thought of coming up for air yet. You catch the way his hips dig into the duvet, the lace of his panties giving him the delicious friction he craves.
He's moaning into you, letting you fuck his face.
"That's it, make me cum."
And that he does. Harry’s mouth is relentless, never leaving your clit even after your first orgasm. You gently push his head away, but he doesn’t budge.
“Wan’ more.”, he mumbles against you, those pretty green eyes flicking up to yours. “Let me have more, please.”
There’s no way you could possibly say no to a request like that, a wordless nod giving Harry the green light.
“You’re so good f’me,”, you moan out, back arching and hips bucking further into Harry’s mouth,“Mommy’s greedy girl, hm?”
“Yes- fuck yes.”, Harry whimpers against your pussy, the vibrations causing you to cry out.
“Yeah?”, you taunt with a breathy laugh. “Is mommy’s girl gonna cum in those pretty panties of hers?”
A whiny “Mhm.”, is all Harry can manage before he’s moaning consistently against you, hips bucking wildly into the bed.
His head rests against your thigh as he recovers, eyes fluttering shut.
“Feel good baby?”, you ask and you get a tired confirmation from Harry.
You reach a hand down to stroke his messy hair, pushing it out of his face before grabbing a handful, tugging lightly to wake him up.
His widen eyes meet yours, lips falling in a slight pout.
“I’m not done with you yet.”
~~~
“I can’t- Mommy please, I just came.”
Harry’s whimpering complaint falls on deaf ears as you palm him through his soiled underwear.
He’s half hard again and handcuffed to the headboard, preparing for you to ride him.
“I know honey, I know.”, you reassure him condescendingly. “You sensitive?”
Harry nods his head, biting his lip to contain the pathetic sounds wanting to spill out.
He lifts his hips as you pull off his last piece of clothing, stroking him a few times before straddling his legs.
You align yourself with his cock, sinking down slowly to adjust to his girth.
Your mouth is hung open in a silent moan, while Harry hisses through his teeth, tugging at his restraints.
“Fuck.”, he groans when you’re fully seated around him.
There’s a small break, your head rested against his chest as the both of you catch your breath. It’s short lived though, your hips raising and slamming back down against his.
Harry cries out at that, handcuffs rattling with every movement he makes.
You’re not much better, guttural moans being pulled from you with each thrust.
“Please please please, let me cum.”, Harry begs.
“Already?”, you ask, hands traveling up to his neck. “But I’ve only cum once, how’s it fair that you get to cum again?”, you pout, teasing him.
“I’m sorry- you just feel so good. I need it, please.”
“You need it? Hm?”, you say as your hips start a slow grind. Harry nods at your question, eyes low.
He watches as you lean forward to kiss up his neck, stopping right by his ear.
