Penultimate chapter now (sniff)
His eyes flickered open lazily as his breathing returned to a more regular rhythm, and he finally felt at least partially composed once more. His smile was lazy and contented, but his voice purred at her as his mouth buried itself against her skin.
"Have I told you lately you're amazing?" She felt the vibration of his lips against the skin of her cheek and she tilted her head so their mouths aligned and she slipped her tongue between his lips, eager to mix the different tastes of him like a heady cocktail of lust.
"Actions speak louder than words," she whispered. Her hand, as it had been for an indeterminable time, was tracing unhurried patterns over the expanse of flesh between his navel and the hair which lay lower down his body, and he was very aware of her leg hooked over his thigh as her body moulded to his side.
"That would be the least subtle hint I think you've ever given," he laughed and ran his outstretched fingers possessively over her hip.
He pulled her on top of him and used the momentum to roll them over completely so that he hovered just above her with mischief and desire in his eyes.
"I never told you I loved you too," she smiled, and brought his head down to meet her lips. Their tongues tangled unhurriedly, tip flicking against tip, lip sucking against lip, until they built it to more and more passionate kisses and her body began to grind against his.
His mouth broke away, following her jaw, down her neck and to a cluster of freckles which the sun had brought out on her shoulders.
She sighed as he did so, but the movements of her body told him this was not enough and his trail of warm, wet kisses snaked lower and his tongue darted over the curve of her left breast, taking time and attention to discover exactly what made her whimper with delight.
''Oh God!" Her voice was a breathless cry as his tongue masterfully worked the bud into a dark, erect peak. He was enjoying the taste of her skin all the more for the pleasure he knew it gave her. He had been forced to watch her all week in often little more than a bikini, and the new expanses of skin it had revealed to him had made him determined that he would know how each part of her body felt and tasted under his hands and mouth; that he would map her with his tongue and fingers.
She was really writhing now as each small suck he gave at her breast, each tiny pinch of his teeth on her nipple, or flicker of his rigid tongue, sent shooting bolts of electricity to her centre. It didn't help – or rather it did, very much so – that his dexterous fingers were softly brushing patterns across the swell of the other breast, his thumb incredibly lightly brushing her nipple in a delicious but all too overwhelming contrast to the deliberate, focused attentions on its twin.
Her breath was beginning to escape in shorter and shorter shaky pants and her jaw felt stiff as her mouth trembled and a primal sound found its way from her throat. If he continued his skilled attentions then at this rate she would climax without him having even ventured south of her navel.
"Oh G-…" she broke off and inhaled sharply. "I ca-…, I'm go-…" again she was incapable of even finishing a phrase.
She felt his hand leave her breast and she knew that he knew. She felt him part her legs; hot fingers against hotter flesh; and her brain hardly knew where to focus or what to feel apart from the intensity of it all. She was waiting for his next move. His tongue was gently lapping at the other, deserted, breast now, and his hand was between her thighs. Seemingly without hesitation, he pressed two fingers into her searing wetness, which had coated and fragranced her, and began to simulate a thrusting motion as the actions of his lips on her breast became once again more intense and deliberate.
She knew at once that she was about to lose it, as soon as his fingers had filled her, anchoring the pleasure to something concrete as her walls gripped him.
"Come for me, Ruth," he growled, and the sound was partially lost in the soft flesh of her chest. "Let go."
His fingers made a come-hither motion within her and he moved his thumb so that the pad pressed against the swollen little bead it sought and she finally came crashing around his digits with sharp, intense contractions which drew mewling cries from her throat and caused her whole body to spasm. She shuddered and tried to control her panting breaths but knew, without a doubt, that he intended to continue with his exquisite torture as he licked the soft curve of her breast and eased his fingers in and out of her again, albeit at a more languid pace. She felt hot, sweaty and decidedly restless as he moved his mouth lower and came to rest against the top of her left thigh, teasing and tormenting her with kisses and soft bites of her creamy flesh before licking the slight pain away.
She squirmed beneath him as his tongue trailed along the edge of her bikini line and chanted his name, softly at first, then more forcefully as his fingers moved with firmer, more determined strokes. Her hips rose off the bed and she was vaguely aware of cursing loudly as his hot mouth covered her and, with a feather light touch, traced the tip of his tongue over her clitoris repeatedly. Her hands twisted into the bed clothes as he continued his assault on her hot, damp flesh. His fingers giving way to his probing tongue as he explored and tasted every part of her.
"H-Harry..." she managed to pant his name and tugged on his hair gently to try and get him to stop. "I want...I want you inside me."
With a last sweep of his tongue he inched his way back up her body, his own throbbing erection a reminder of how much he wanted and needed her too. Their bodies pressed together, heated skin sticking together as he laid over her and teased them both by rubbing his hardened length against her opening. Ruth wrapped her leg around him, her heel digging into his backside as she lifted her hips and thrust against him. He took the hint and rolled his own hips forward at the same time as he captured her mouth in a tender kiss, their tongues tangling together as they finally became one. Their coupling was heated: for each thrust he gave she wanted more and with each roll of her hips he gave it to her. Their murmurs had long since turned nonsensical but they each knew what the other wanted and, as they reached the point of no return, Harry took her hand in his, their fingers entwining as the first waves of orgasm rushed through them both.
He tried to force himself to watch her, memorise her, as he affected her so powerfully. Her eyes screwed themselves shut, the skin around them flickering as her eyes moved beneath the lids, and her mouth fell open in a silent cry as the air rushed from her lungs in a ragged breath. He managed to keep them open long enough to watch the sporadic, sharp rise and fall of her scarlet flushed chest for a few seconds, before at was all too much and his eyes snapped shut as the final thread of control broke, a guttural, animal noise escaping as finally collapsed into her.
Their slick skin seemed to stick together, hot and damp, their scents mingled into a heady cocktail. Her torso still shook and she drew in air almost greedily as she tried to bring herself back down to earth. Her head was still thrown backwards, resting their now, eyes opening and closing in lazy blinks as he kissed the base of her jaw.
He softened and slipped out of her, and he rolled over, drawing her with him and pulling her close to his body. She rested against him, enjoying the heavy rise and fall of his chest, contented just to amuse her idle fingers with tracing patterns across his stomach.
"You've just made life very hard for yourself, Harry," she whispered, muffling her words into the side of his chest.
She felt him look down at her and she lifted her eyes to be sure.
"Are you going to elaborate?" he asked. There was a slight flutter of nerves in the pit of his stomach, but she was smiling, so it couldn't be that bad.
Almost casually, she propped herself on one arm and faced him, a steady blush rising in her cheeks as she wished she hadn't opened her mouth. "That was…" she turned her head to stare at the ceiling, and then back to him, to try again. "You were…" she gulped, and the rest of the sentence came out as a whisper. "The most…the best I've ever-"
The rest of her sentence was swallowed in the firm kiss he reached up and planted on her lips. When he pulled back, a goofy, self assured grin was plastered across his face, despite his best attempts to at least try and seem modest.
She gave a brief laugh, suddenly released from the intimacy of telling him that. "Don't let it get to your head, you've set a bench mark now."
"Ruth," he growled, pulling her flush on top of him. "You've not seen anything yet."
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