Grind. PT 2 (A Harry Styles Blurb)
If you haven’t read the first part, I suggest doing that before reading this one. Find it on here.
Happy reading, L xx
“Go on, gorgeous, cum for me, please.”
Harry cries out, squeezing his eyes shut. He’s so close. His muscles are burning under his skin and his breaths become heavier and hotter against you. His raspberry lips fall agape as his orgasm starts at the tip of his toes and travels through his entire body, but settles where his cum steadily starts to spurt from his matching sensitive raspberry tip. It’s weak little spurts at first, before it really hits him, making his thighs tremble and him nuzzle himself against your dripping wet core to try and cancel out his moans, but for nothing.
“Come here, baby.” you tell Harry, but he just looks up to you for a while, his lashes fluttering and brows together. You motion him towards you and he powerlessly slumps over your body and wraps his arms around your torso. His skin feels hot and sticky from sweat as he presses himself on you, still whimpering as he hides his face in your neck.
“You did so well for me..” you coo at him, lightly scratching down his back, doing little circles on his skin. You kiss his shoulder ever so lovingly and he lifts his head up to look at you, eyes half-lidded and his hair over his face in a tangled up mess.
“Did.. did yeh-” Harry starts off, swallowing loudly, “Did yeh cum?” he asks uncertainly, his mind all dizzy and unable to put anything together. You shake your head at him with a smile and tuck a curl behind his ear. “No, but I-”
Harry cuts you off breathlessly, “Need to.. need to make yeh cum.”
“No, Harry you really don’t have to.”
“Shh, let me.”
First sinking down your body, kissing every piece of your soft skin he can, wrapping his lips around your nipple and sucking eagerly, Harry settles his head right between your thighs, puts your legs resting on his shoulders and licks a bold stripe down your core, tracing his tongue on your slick folds. Your hand rests at the back of his neck, keeping him still and close to you. He flats out his tongue on your clit and starts to add pressure as his eyes are locked with yours, his ones getting back at the pretty emerald green they always are, but yours just keep getting darker.
All of a sudden, he starts to flick his tongue quickly, making your body jolt and your breath hitch. Back arching, you push yourself more against his mouth and grind your hips along him, “Fuck, just like that.” and bite your lip between your teeth. The burning tension that you lost a few minutes ago is now back, lingering in your lower tummy, wanting to be released. Harry hums against you as he softly suckles on your clit, loving the sweet taste.
“Let’s ge’ this fuckin’ off.” he curses under his breath as he takes your leg off of his shoulder, letting it fall down on his side. Sliding in a finger, knuckle deep so you can feel the coldness of his rings he left on for the night, too lazy to take them off. You let out a choked up whimper and Harry can feel you clenching around him. He slides his finger out, leaving you begging for the warmth of him, adds another finger, and curls them up, as his lips get to your clit again, but now, you’re more sensitive than ever.
“C’mon, now yeh cum fo’ m’, angel.” Harry mumbles and you can feel yourself sinking into the mattress, your breaths getting more frequent and shallow. Your shaky hands creep into his hair, and then it hits you. You go completely silent for a moment, hastily trying to get some air in your lungs. The hitting pleasure fills you up, getting into every little crevice of your body. Harry puts his thumb on your clit and starts to do quick circles, as you’re still so sensitive and over the moon from your orgasm. Your whole body jolts and your legs start shaking around his head, almost squeezing him.
“You fucking bi-”
“Cut it, love. Or how do yeh say, huh?”