Chapter 5

Harry

The first thing my eyes find is the ivory ceiling, as I stir from my deep slumber. And then I feel the light weight on my chest and my heart fucking leaps when I find the tangled mess of dark hair splayed across my ribs, her petite frame cocooned into my beastly one.

I take advantage of the moment to admire the beauty of her she doesn't see. Her lips are slightly parted, sounding a soft snore which I find entirely adorable, her thick eyebrows furrow in the middle whilst her lashes sweep the skin of her cheeks, plump, pouty lips swollen and begging to be kissed, rose washed cheeks and a goddess's body. I'm aware of my already raging hard on and take another peek at her sleeping form, deciding to have myself some fun.

I remove my arm from under her gently, careful not to wake her, and trace as feather light, a touch over her curves, beginning from the slope of her shoulder, to her slim sides, her curvy waist and generous ass, skin like silk beneath my fingertips. I watch, intrigued as a burst of goosebumps follow my trail and resist the urge to thrust into her, completely turned on by my effect on her unconscious state.

My thoughts are confirmed when my fingers find the wetness between her thighs. I groan lowly and continue to indulge her, her pussy growing wetter and wetter by the second. Her folds are slick and silk to the touch, I graze over and press on the sensitive parts of her I spent hours memorizing last night before poking a finger into her wet heat, and she welcomes me with a squeeze.

"Mmm" she squirms, and it only increase the friction further at her center. She's so wet, the evidence leaks all over my fingers, and I just have to taste her.

I remove my hand from where it took refuge to cradle her head to my chest, leaning up with slow movements to put her on her back. She groans and throws an arm over her head, the snoring commences and I slide down her body to situate myself before my most favorite place.

I take a good sniff and my mouth waters, not wasting a second to slide my hands beneath her thighs and delve into her cleft.

I moan at the first taste and lick her up like I'm cleaning up a bowl of Thai soup. My tongue drills into her, in search of more sustenance and I take it like I'm not getting enough.

"Harry." She drones that morning sigh and I lift my eyes to accommodate her beautifully disheveled state. Eyes glazed over with the remnants of sleep and heated desires, tongue still on her pussy. She's so fucking hot just the way she is right now. My length grows painfully hard and I'm suddenly desperate for her release, it's almost essential as I seek my peak in hers.

Her pussy takes all three of my fingers and she gasps, clinging to my digits. I hear her wanton cries and desperate moans as my fingers proceed to defile her, thrusting mercilessly in and out of her, I know I hit a certain spot when she shrieks an ear- bleeding scream and resume to jab at that spot.

A bounty full of feminine cream sprays out of her and I lick her clean, lick her till she's squirming and pushing away from my greedy mouth.

"Well that's one hell of a good morning," she aims a pointed glare at me but the faint tugging at the corners of her lips give her away.

"I've got to have my breakfast on time love," I make a provocative display of licking off the results of her orgasm that coat the lower half of my face. The action doesn't go unnoticed, I smirk when her eyes follow the movement. The masculine dom within me prides at her evident want for me and I have half a mind to fuck her into the bed right this moment, she's probably too sore for another session of love making after last nights escapades. My mind comes to a screeching halt. Love? I dismiss the thought, reluctant to ruin my good mood.

"Now, it's time to get this damn sexy ass out of bed and in the shower, we have lots to do today," I give her round bum a few pats as she attempts to gather the sheets to wrap herself in and her cheeks bloom an endearing shade of rose. Her modesty undoes me.

"I'll try my best to hurry, but I make no promises," she takes a small step and winces, "pretty sure you broke my vagina," she groans.

"I can very well mend it for you if that's what you please," I throw her a wink and the colour in her cheeks is soon to escape.

"You stay away." She holds the sheet to her chest with one hand and points to me with the other, almost in a scolding manner and I suppress a laugh, entranced by her innocence. She's all mine.