and i look across the water
So, two hours ago, I was going to go to bed.
Then I ended up taking a shower and writing over 1000 words of porn.
parker = good life choices
[Potter, 'Greedy']
Her back is a thing of wonder.
Her shoulder blades and spine and slope of the small of her back; the milky white skin and the three freckles clustered by her sixth vertebrae. He gets distracted by them, running his lips, his nose over them, mesmerized.
She squirms, head pressing into the mattress and hips arching up, trying to dislodge him. ‘Harry,’ she says, breathless and laughing.
He hums back, biting down briefly, then laving them with his tongue. She settles with a sigh, hugging the pillow she’s laying on.
He grins, pressing a quick kiss to the spot, before moving down her body.
‘Harry,’ she says again, voice breaking as he nudges her thighs apart. ‘Harry, oh. God.’
He still says nothing, running his lips over the curve of her ass, biting down where it meets her thigh. She moans, her toes flexing against the bed. He crouches over her, running his hands down her legs, then back up; he grips her hips and yanks her up.
He ignores her disgruntled mumbling, crouching behind her, hands spread on her hips and thumbs holding her apart. God, she is gorgeous, still wet and messy from the last time and he will never, ever get enough.
She moans again as he leans in, tongue licking a stripe, dipping inside briefly. He licks her clit, then blows over it and her whole body shudders. He can feel her getting wetter and makes an encouraging noise as she spreads her legs wider, hands gripping the sheets.
He groans low in his throat, thumbs parting her more and driving his tongue in. She must still be sore, but she’s pressing back into every thrust of his tongue and he can feel arousal pool low in his stomach. They’ve been at it for hours and it really shouldn’t be possible, but he’s getting hard again.
He ignores it in favor of laving her clit, sealing his lips around it and sucking. She’s pressing back into him, Harry and fuck and oh, God a constant stream from her lips. He can feel her body tense up as he slides two fingers into her, his mouth still focused on her clit.
She starts panting, one hand coming back to grip his and the other clenching harder in the sheets. ‘There, right there,’ she moans, pressing back into his fingers and mouth. He pulls his fingers free and uses one to rub her clit, along with his tongue.
Her fingers tighten around his as she gives a strangled moan, her entire body tensing.
He moves his hand back to grip her hip, but keeps licking, sucking softly on her clit as she shudders. He loves this, right after; her body pressing into him and jerking away, like it can’t decide where to go, whether it can handle anymore.
Her voice is low, muffled in the sheets as she yanks on his hand. ‘Harry, oh God, you have to...Harry. Harry. Get up here.’
He moves reluctantly, giving one last lick, nipping at her inner thigh before sitting up. He’s aching, one hand going to his cock and giving a squeeze.
She’s looking back at him, smiling and flushed. She lowers herself to the bed, fully, then turns over. Her hands go up to the headboard and she stretches her legs out, one curling around his waist. He feels lightheaded as he crawls up her body, kissing the jut of her hip, a rib, sucking on her nipple.
She sighs, other leg wrapping around his waist. ‘Come on,’ she says, rocking her hips up.
‘Aren’t you sore?’ he says.
She leans up, licking into his mouth, drawing his tongue into hers. She sucks on it as she tilts her hips up, feeling his cock settle against her, hard and hot and oh, God. She pulls back, breathlessly. ‘I’m fine,' she says. 'Come on.’
He shudders, feeling her part along his length. ‘You asked for it,’ he says, reaching down and positioning himself.
Her laugh is short-lived as he slides into her, one long, slow slide until their hips are pressed together.
Her head is tipped back and her eyes closed. He withdraws, then slides back in, unable to keep his moan in. She feels so good, wet and hot and tight, parting willingly when he thrusts in, squeezing as he pulls back, like she never wants to let him leave.
She clenches her hands around the headboard on his next thrust, tilting her hips up. She whines when he scrapes her clit. He stays at that angle, sliding his arms under her, gathering her up into him. Her back is arched, her breasts pressing into is chest.
She keeps whining as he thrusts, eyes closed and mouth open. He’s panting against her collarbone, trying to imagine Vernon in a bathing suit, trying not to just let go, slam into her and lose himself.
He lifts his head with his next thrust, staring down at her. ‘You going to come again?’ he asks, voice low and hoarse, winded. ‘Just from me being in you?’
She nods, a bit frantically, fingers white-knuckled and eyes clenched shut. Her hair is spread all over the pillow and her cheeks are a brilliant red. She is rocking up into every thrust, working for it and she doesn't often come like this, but if he just.
There.
‘Hey,’ he says, slowing down a bit more, but driving in harder. He’s pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, cock scraping her clit the entire way. His thrusts are deep and long and hard, the way that drives her crazy, her thighs shuddering around him. ‘Hey, look at me.’
Her eyes snap open, voice choking out a ‘Harry’ as she clenches hard around him. Her body seems to seize up, back arching higher and legs squeezing his waist. He continues to drive into her as she sobs, hands releasing the headboard and reaching for him. ‘Harry, Harry, Harry,’ she repeats, a mantra into his mouth as he buries himself inside her, feeling like his very bones are shaking apart.
They don’t have enough coordination to kiss as they come down, simply breathing into each other’s mouths.
‘Oh, God, Harry,’ she laughs, sobs, cupping his face with her hands.
He says nothing, running the tip of his nose along her eyebrow, her nose, the sharp angle of her cheekbone. He can feel her eyelashes fluttering as he kisses her eyes, tasting tears.
He lays his head in the crook of her shoulder, feeling her arms settle around his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around him.
‘Love you,’ he says.
She says nothing, but he feels her hum. He smiles, twining their fingers together. She still says it doesn't count during or after sex. It makes him laugh, thinking about that first time, her 'I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that, Harry' and his protestations, the whole thing devolving into laughter and deep, wet kisses and another round.
He doesn’t know how long they lay there, listening to each other breath. Eventually, though, he slips out and he can feel her shudder, a groan rumbling from her throat, hips squirming against his.
‘Sorry,’ he says, running his hand down her thigh, then between her legs. He slips two fingers inside, feeling himself there as she tips her head back.
Her legs fall from his waist, spreading on either side of him. He shudders, looking at her bared throat, then down at his fingers moving inside of her.
She tips her hips up, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
‘Again?’ he says, using his thumb to rub over her clit. ‘You want it again?’
She moans, reaching down and pulling his hand from her. She lifts it to her mouth and doesn’t look away as she sucks his fingers in. He shudders, staring her her mouth as it parts around his wet, messy fingers. She runs her tongue along them both, in between, her cheeks hollowing.
She lets them go with one last suck; he drags her bottom lip down, wetting her chin and pinching a nipple as he moves them back down her body. He slides them inside her again, crooking them up and grinning when she whines and her eyes slip shut.
‘You didn’t answer,’ he reminds her, leaning over and biting the corner of her lip. ‘You want it again?’
She moans, spreading her legs wider and licking her lips. When she opens her eyes, they are almost completely black.
‘Always.’
H/H - 'You want it again?'
Seriously. Porn. Not kidding even a little bit.
Then I ended up taking a shower and writing over 1000 words of porn.
parker = good life choices
[Potter, 'Greedy']
Her back is a thing of wonder.
Her shoulder blades and spine and slope of the small of her back; the milky white skin and the three freckles clustered by her sixth vertebrae. He gets distracted by them, running his lips, his nose over them, mesmerized.
She squirms, head pressing into the mattress and hips arching up, trying to dislodge him. ‘Harry,’ she says, breathless and laughing.
He hums back, biting down briefly, then laving them with his tongue. She settles with a sigh, hugging the pillow she’s laying on.
He grins, pressing a quick kiss to the spot, before moving down her body.
‘Harry,’ she says again, voice breaking as he nudges her thighs apart. ‘Harry, oh. God.’
He still says nothing, running his lips over the curve of her ass, biting down where it meets her thigh. She moans, her toes flexing against the bed. He crouches over her, running his hands down her legs, then back up; he grips her hips and yanks her up.
He ignores her disgruntled mumbling, crouching behind her, hands spread on her hips and thumbs holding her apart. God, she is gorgeous, still wet and messy from the last time and he will never, ever get enough.
She moans again as he leans in, tongue licking a stripe, dipping inside briefly. He licks her clit, then blows over it and her whole body shudders. He can feel her getting wetter and makes an encouraging noise as she spreads her legs wider, hands gripping the sheets.
He groans low in his throat, thumbs parting her more and driving his tongue in. She must still be sore, but she’s pressing back into every thrust of his tongue and he can feel arousal pool low in his stomach. They’ve been at it for hours and it really shouldn’t be possible, but he’s getting hard again.
He ignores it in favor of laving her clit, sealing his lips around it and sucking. She’s pressing back into him, Harry and fuck and oh, God a constant stream from her lips. He can feel her body tense up as he slides two fingers into her, his mouth still focused on her clit.
She starts panting, one hand coming back to grip his and the other clenching harder in the sheets. ‘There, right there,’ she moans, pressing back into his fingers and mouth. He pulls his fingers free and uses one to rub her clit, along with his tongue.
Her fingers tighten around his as she gives a strangled moan, her entire body tensing.
He moves his hand back to grip her hip, but keeps licking, sucking softly on her clit as she shudders. He loves this, right after; her body pressing into him and jerking away, like it can’t decide where to go, whether it can handle anymore.
Her voice is low, muffled in the sheets as she yanks on his hand. ‘Harry, oh God, you have to...Harry. Harry. Get up here.’
He moves reluctantly, giving one last lick, nipping at her inner thigh before sitting up. He’s aching, one hand going to his cock and giving a squeeze.
She’s looking back at him, smiling and flushed. She lowers herself to the bed, fully, then turns over. Her hands go up to the headboard and she stretches her legs out, one curling around his waist. He feels lightheaded as he crawls up her body, kissing the jut of her hip, a rib, sucking on her nipple.
She sighs, other leg wrapping around his waist. ‘Come on,’ she says, rocking her hips up.
‘Aren’t you sore?’ he says.
She leans up, licking into his mouth, drawing his tongue into hers. She sucks on it as she tilts her hips up, feeling his cock settle against her, hard and hot and oh, God. She pulls back, breathlessly. ‘I’m fine,' she says. 'Come on.’
He shudders, feeling her part along his length. ‘You asked for it,’ he says, reaching down and positioning himself.
Her laugh is short-lived as he slides into her, one long, slow slide until their hips are pressed together.
Her head is tipped back and her eyes closed. He withdraws, then slides back in, unable to keep his moan in. She feels so good, wet and hot and tight, parting willingly when he thrusts in, squeezing as he pulls back, like she never wants to let him leave.
She clenches her hands around the headboard on his next thrust, tilting her hips up. She whines when he scrapes her clit. He stays at that angle, sliding his arms under her, gathering her up into him. Her back is arched, her breasts pressing into is chest.
She keeps whining as he thrusts, eyes closed and mouth open. He’s panting against her collarbone, trying to imagine Vernon in a bathing suit, trying not to just let go, slam into her and lose himself.
He lifts his head with his next thrust, staring down at her. ‘You going to come again?’ he asks, voice low and hoarse, winded. ‘Just from me being in you?’
She nods, a bit frantically, fingers white-knuckled and eyes clenched shut. Her hair is spread all over the pillow and her cheeks are a brilliant red. She is rocking up into every thrust, working for it and she doesn't often come like this, but if he just.
There.
‘Hey,’ he says, slowing down a bit more, but driving in harder. He’s pulling almost all the way out before thrusting back in, cock scraping her clit the entire way. His thrusts are deep and long and hard, the way that drives her crazy, her thighs shuddering around him. ‘Hey, look at me.’
Her eyes snap open, voice choking out a ‘Harry’ as she clenches hard around him. Her body seems to seize up, back arching higher and legs squeezing his waist. He continues to drive into her as she sobs, hands releasing the headboard and reaching for him. ‘Harry, Harry, Harry,’ she repeats, a mantra into his mouth as he buries himself inside her, feeling like his very bones are shaking apart.
They don’t have enough coordination to kiss as they come down, simply breathing into each other’s mouths.
‘Oh, God, Harry,’ she laughs, sobs, cupping his face with her hands.
He says nothing, running the tip of his nose along her eyebrow, her nose, the sharp angle of her cheekbone. He can feel her eyelashes fluttering as he kisses her eyes, tasting tears.
He lays his head in the crook of her shoulder, feeling her arms settle around his shoulders, her legs still wrapped around him.
‘Love you,’ he says.
She says nothing, but he feels her hum. He smiles, twining their fingers together. She still says it doesn't count during or after sex. It makes him laugh, thinking about that first time, her 'I'm going to pretend you didn't just say that, Harry' and his protestations, the whole thing devolving into laughter and deep, wet kisses and another round.
He doesn’t know how long they lay there, listening to each other breath. Eventually, though, he slips out and he can feel her shudder, a groan rumbling from her throat, hips squirming against his.
‘Sorry,’ he says, running his hand down her thigh, then between her legs. He slips two fingers inside, feeling himself there as she tips her head back.
Her legs fall from his waist, spreading on either side of him. He shudders, looking at her bared throat, then down at his fingers moving inside of her.
She tips her hips up, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
‘Again?’ he says, using his thumb to rub over her clit. ‘You want it again?’
She moans, reaching down and pulling his hand from her. She lifts it to her mouth and doesn’t look away as she sucks his fingers in. He shudders, staring her her mouth as it parts around his wet, messy fingers. She runs her tongue along them both, in between, her cheeks hollowing.
She lets them go with one last suck; he drags her bottom lip down, wetting her chin and pinching a nipple as he moves them back down her body. He slides them inside her again, crooking them up and grinning when she whines and her eyes slip shut.
‘You didn’t answer,’ he reminds her, leaning over and biting the corner of her lip. ‘You want it again?’
She moans, spreading her legs wider and licking her lips. When she opens her eyes, they are almost completely black.
‘Always.’
H/H - 'You want it again?'
Seriously. Porn. Not kidding even a little bit.