capt_angie | Harry's visit, Valentines day

Harry's visit, Valentines day

The door opens into the living room of her small flat. It's dark untill she flicks her wand and a dozen or so candles burst into flame around the room, lighting the room with a soft glow. At the same time a record player in the corner starts playing soft music. Theres even a nice bottle of wine in a bucket of ice charmed not to melt and two glasses on the the coffee table. One might get the feeling she had this planned all along.

She turns to Harry and slips her arms around his waist, smiling softly up at him.

"Happy Valentines day."

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And even though she know's it's going to happen, it still surprises her when it does. She gasps around him when she feels him come in her mouth, and she tastes it, feels it's texture, and swallows.

She gives him a few more licks before she pulls away and wipes her mmouth with the back of her hand. She looks up at him, smiling.

For now - all I can do is breathe...

and sift a hand through her hair. I'd smile back at her if I could, but... breathing.

She kneels up, trailing her hands up over his chest. Leaning in close so that their faces are only a few inches apart, she cups his face with one hand and slides the other around his neck.

"You okay baby?"

"Fine."

I manage a half-smile and lean forward to kiss her.

She moans into the kiss, her hands running over his shoulders and neck and pushing into his hair.

I lean close to her ear and whipser, "Take the rest of your clothes off."

She kisses him quickly, then takes a step back. She unbuttons her jeans and pushes them down, stepping out of them and kicking them under a chair. That just leaves her knickers, red silk and black lace to match the discarded bra. She slips her thumbs into them and draws them down too. Straightening up, she smiles slowly at him and pushes her hair behind her ears.

I hold a hand out to her, waving her closer. "C'mere."

It's all the invitation she needs and she takes his hand as she moves nearer.

I pull her down to sit on my lap. "Can't wait any longer..."

She kisses him deeply and twines her fingers with his. "Me neither. I want you so bad."

I kiss her, soft, tender. "Whenever you're ready." And I slide her forward a little, shifting my hips toward her.

"Now. I'm ready now."

She wraps her arms loosely around his neck and moves herself onto him, letting out a soft moan as he enters her.

"oh god..."

My eyes close and my head drops back for a moment. "oh yeah-" Then I lift my head and lean in to taste a breast, hands sliding up her back to hold her against me.

Her back arches at the feel of his mouth, hot and wet against her breast. She rolls her hips against his and lets out another, louder moan.

My hips press up and I try not to let them take over and control everything - not that they'll listen. And I moan against her skin as she moves against me.

"Harry... oh- oh yes..."

Her head falls back and she starts to move her hips against his faster.

Touching... tasting... feeling... please don't ask my brain to function...

She doesn't need his brain to function right now; she just needs him to hold her and touch her and help her find the release she needs.

Her fingers dig into his shoulders and she presses herself against him, panting "harder"

Easier said than done... but not impossible...

I pull her closer, kissing her, holding her, thrusting up into her - until I feel it... the pressure - and I break the kiss to breathe as I spill into her.

"ohgod..."

She isn't there yet, she's close but not quite there.

She keeps her hips moving against his and reaches for one of his hands, guiding it down between their bodies.

With my thumb just there... I lean in and nibble at her neck, fingertips of my other hand stroking over her skin so lightly it's almost not touching at all.

"yes, oh god yes there" she moans, and then with a shuddering gasp, she comes, her body shaking as she tightens around him. She holds onto him as it passes, breathing hard, her heart pounding in her chest.

I kiss her, hold her against me. I breathe. "You are a beautiful woman."

And now I think we'll need a bit of a rest before we move on.

And those words are the perfect end to their lovemaking. She kisses him, slow and deep, because there's no way she could put into words how much hearing him say it means to her.

"I love you."

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