Just imagine riding Harry for a second. He is sitting up on the bed, his back against the head board, you on his lap. His hands are on your hips, guiding you, because you are still a bit all over the place from your last orgasm. Your chests are touching, bodies hot and sweaty. He nuzzles his face in the crook of your neck, and moans against your skin, leaving open mouth kisses. He is so deep, you can literally feel him in your stomach. The veins and ridges of his cock massage your wet walls. Harry’s legs are shaking and his short hair is messed up from all the times you gripped and pulled it. You need to take a breath, the sensation is too much. Harry takes himself out of you and rubs the red tip of his cock against your clit, making you grip on to his shoulders. “H-Harry” you breath out, then you reach your 3 orgasm of the night. Your hips buckle and your moans are uncontrollable. Harry watches you mesmerized, you look so beautiful when you cum. Your breathing is unsteady, and your hair is sticking to your forehead. Harry starts to leave kisses on your jawline and down your neck. “Think you have one more in yeh for me, pet?” he asks you, but gives no time to answer, as he slides himself back inside you, deeper than before.