Glazed green eyes, hazy in the throes of passion. Pricked with clear shining tears, the feeling so much.
Prettily arched back, pale against the moonlight. Sweating with the physical exertion of the position.
Legs and arms wrapped around me as if I were his only support in this life. Clinging desperately, wishing - pleading - for more.
Sweet addictive moans calling out his name like a prayer - over and over and over, until it was impossible for him to talk; just beg me continue with his eyes.
His entire body rolling with mine as I made love to him over and over. Our existence as one.
His beautiful name, dripping from my lips like spiced honey - deliciously. "Harry," I purred "my very own. No one else's. All mine"
Harry's moans reached a crescendo as he climaxed, spilling his seed onto his stomach, myself following soon after.
"So beautiful, my dear harry," I whispered; carding my hands through his wild shock of dark hair "my most precious one."
The blush staining his usually pale porcelain skin adding to the natural beauty that just was Harry "you are my most precious person too... Tom"