Same disclaimer...I don't own them but I wish I did!
Ta Kate x
Taking hold of his lapels she pushed his shirt from his broad shoulders and leant down to kiss the exposed skin. He let his head fall back revealing the skin of his neck. Taking a deep breath in she could smell the warm spice of his aftershave, a smell she had always loved but never been able to take in fully. Her breath tickled his ear and he ran his hands up her arms, pulling her into him, and round her back as he skimmed the material that covered her skin.
Leaning herself to him her breath caught at the feel of his form pressing against her and she shuddered as his hands moved to the bottom of her camisole. Taking hold of the fabric he slowly began to pull it up over her sensitised skin dragging his fingers, leaving a trail of heat on her skin. Looking up she let her eyes catch his, a shared passion between their pupils, a dark magic playing with them. Her lips pressed together as she swallows, the camisole making its way over her head and her eyes close as her body is revealed to him. She can hear his breathing becoming shallower and he lets the top fall behind her. Her hair had fallen across her face, slightly ruffled now. She opens her eyes and his fall over her, taking in the perfect curve from her shoulder down to the peak of her breast. Her skin glistens in the slice of light coming through the curtains laying an orange glow to her rosy flesh. His hands make contact with her skin again; he lifts her chin and lets his fingers run over her bottom lip. Closing her mouth she sucks slightly on the tip of his index finger before releasing it and leaning into him letting their lips connect. Her hands snake around him, the hair at the nape of his neck is slightly damp and she curls her fingers in to it.
His hands reach around her petite body and run over the silky material of the French knickers and along the piping that cuts across her cheek so deliciously. Cupping her bottom he pulls her to her tiptoes allowing his hands further down and between her thighs. She's wet already; he can feel the damp through the material. She widens her stance and nips his bottom lip with her teeth, opening her eyes he watches her eyelashes raise and their eyes meet again. Hers flutter closed and a deep sigh escapes her plump lips as he slips his finger under the material and into her moist folds. Her arms still round his neck she pulls on him to steady herself. His fingers, two now enter her and his thumb circles her clitoris and her breath catches. He pushes as deep as he can in this position and feels her contract around him.
"Harry" She breaths into his ear almost inaudibly. "I….Oh…Harry" She sounds almost frantic as he plunges them in again. Her legs are shaking and the material of her knickers is more than damp now and her head is resting on his shoulder now, chin almost painfully burrowing into his skin.
"Harry stop." She manages to say in a tortured, husky voice.
"No" He growls as he deepens his fingers once more and it's enough to push her over the edge, her muscles contracting around his fingers. Withdrawing them slowly he keeps his thumb circling, continuing her pleasure and she slumps into him her grip around his neck loosening and he tightens his around her waist with his right arm the other scooping her legs from under her. Her eyes flutter and her lips press against his skin and she whispers his name again.