Smut where the missus and Harry have slow morning, quiet, intense in the
bed sex when Anne and Robin, and Gemma are staying in the 2 spare rooms
downstairs in Harry’s new LA pad, as the master is on the top floor and
the missus has to bite and moan into his new and shoulder to keep
quiet. Sex in missionary and girl lying down on her front with Harry
covering from behind?
So…I’ve been reading over this request for weeks trying to picture the position and also how it would be possible for her to bite his shoulder and…I don’t think this is actually possible so I’m going to tweak things a bit, but I’ll try and keep things similar for you. :)
Harry has been very, very patient.
His parents and sister have been visiting the two of you in LA for the past week now and the number of times the two of you have had sex during that week was extraordinarily minimal. Every time Harry tries to initiate it, you shut him down because you can’t stand the thought of doing anything, knowing that his mother is only one floor below you.
“She knows we have sex,” he moans, “She’s probably expectin’ us to!”
That knowledge doesn’t make it any better and, in fact, makes you even less inclined to give in. Still, you’re starting to get a bit antsy as well. You and Harry typically don’t go very long without having some form of sex, and each morning that you wake up with Harry spooning you, it gets harder and harder to roll away without trying to get him excited.
This particular morning, you wake up feeling something poking into your bum. Only one second of clearing the fog from your brain, and you know it’s not his knee. It’s not uncommon for Harry to wake up with morning wood but, typically, the two of you would take care of it without giving it a second thought. Morning sex was one of your favorites and you encouraged that as often as Harry would allow, which was pretty much anytime you asked.
You groan and roll over on to your back. Harry is still asleep beside you, but begins to stir when he feels you move.
Something in your mind finally snaps. You’re looking at the tent that has formed in Harry’s boxers and you simply can’t take it anymore. You roll onto your other side so you’re facing him and reach down to cup his bulge. It takes a few seconds, but Harry’s face scrunches up and he slowly opens his eyes just at the moment when your hand slips inside his boxers and grabs on to his cock.
“What’re you doin’?” he asked, groggily.
“I need you,” you whine, “I know your mum is downstairs, but I can’t take it anymore.”
Harry smirks and lets out a painful sounding chuckle when you swipe your thumb over his tip.
“Eager for me, are yeh? Can’t keep your hands off my cock?”
You scoot in closer to him and start stroking him with expert, practiced flicks of your wrist.
“I’m wet,” you whimper, taking his hand in your free one and bringing it down to your center. It’s easy for him to feel the dampness that has started to leak through your thin panties and you watch as his eyes go dark.
“Shit, you are wet, aren’t you?” he replies, starting a slow rub up and down the crease of your underwear, “Needin’ me that bad?”
“Mmm,” you whine, biting your lip as his thumb hits right where you need him, “Harry, please.”
He’s up and hovering over top of you as soon as the breathy plea leaves your lips. Your hand slips from his boxers and goes up around his back, pulling him down closer to you. Your nails dig into his skin when he sponges kisses on your neck and Harry lets out a hiss at the pleasured pain that comes with your scratching.
“Gonna give you what you need, doll,” he promises, “But you gotta be quiet for me. Can you do that? Don’t wanna have mum or Gem hearin’ how good I’m fuckin’ you, do you?”
You bite your lip and shake your head, furiously. Harry is pushing his boxers down his legs and flinging them across the room before pulling your panties off of you, leaving you clad only in the large shirt that you had stolen from Harry’s closet the night before. Your nipples are poking through the silky fabric and Harry leans down to cover your breast with his mouth, not even caring about the shirt in between you.
The first time you let out a moan, Harry stops what he’s doing and smirks at you.
“S’not very quiet, love. M’not even inside of you yet.”
“Sorry,” you whimper, “I’m sorry. Please keep going, Harry. Please!”
He chuckles at your desperation and lines himself up with your center, pushing in painfully slow so you can feel everything. You know you’re about to cry out so you pull him down even closer to you so you can muffle your cries into his shoulder.
“Bite me,” Harry requests, gritting his teeth as he bottoms out inside of you, “Wanna feel you bite me.”
You do as he asks, mainly out of necessity, as he starts to thrust and hits an incredibly pleasurable spot. Your nails continue to dig into his back and your teeth are sinking into the meaty skin of his shoulder.
“Deeper,” you moan, bringing your legs up around his waist.
You cry out again when Harry thrusts sharply at the new angle and he quickly covers your mouth with his, feeling your body start to clench around him.
“Fuck, that’s it. Feel so bloody good around me. Can’t wait to see all those scratches on my back later.”
He thrusts hard again and you quiver, feeling your legs start to shake around his waist and the knot in your stomach start to unravel.
“Harry…Harry, I’m gonna..oh! Oh shit, I’m -”
One more thrust and he has you at your peak. You bite down hard on to his shoulder once more as you cum, gripping on to him for dear life and trying very hard not to make a sound, even though all you want to do is scream his name.
“Good girl,” he praises, “Gonna make me cum, too, baby.”
Your mind is a bit hazy, but you’re vaguely aware of Harry thrusting, sloppily, a few more times before you feel him pause and release into you. He collapses gently on top of you when he finishes and the two of you lay there for a few moments, breathing heavily in the silence of the room.
When he finally leans up, he’s smiling at you, and places a sweet kiss on your lips.
“S’it time for breakfast now?”
You laugh. “I guess we could head down and make something.”
“Not quite what I had in mind, love.” He grins, inching himself down your body. “S’been a while…I kinda wanna eat somethin’ else right now.”
Your breathing picks up again and you quickly grab for the pillow beside you, knowing that you’re going to need something to bite again.