drawn to you
Harry watched me with those intimidating kaleidoscope eyes of his, vast and deep like the sparkling ocean. His tongue flicked out to wet his lips, catching the sun’s light and holding my gaze a second too long. I was caught in his trap, his mesmerizing stare, the confidence in which he scrutinized me with. I was no longer an individual person; I was his, and only his. He stepped closer and reached out a hand to my cheekbone. I couldn’t breathe, my entire soul captured in his intense look. Behind his green eyes burned a flame, bright and hot, like my desire growing by the second. He was teasing me, keeping his quirked lips just inches away from mine while knowing the full extent of what he was doing.
Harry’s gaze still holding mine, he moved a strand of my hair away from my face. His lips were soft and felt like all the glittering snow covering the roads outside, only warmer. The kiss started out slow and small, gradually intensifying as he pushed towards me, making my legs close around his waist. He carried me to the bed in the middle of the room and let me go when I touched the sheets. His face was above me now, close enough to touch.
We kissed passionately, merging into one being until I had to gasp for air. Then he kissed me again: on my lips, my cheeks, my nose. He scattered butterfly kisses over my jaw and throat, then slowed. “May I?” He whispered, ever the gentleman. I nodded once, and he caressed my collarbone with his lips, reminding me of the moon’s rays in the earliest hours of the morning, delicate and buttery. He folded down the neck of my shirt, starting to unbutton it, and lightly pressing against my chest as he did so, sending goosebumps over my exposed skin. His lips wandered the valley in between my breasts, trailing warmth and tingles.
One hand wrapped around to the small of my back, causing me to jump a little. He paused, checking my expression. “What’s wrong, love?” I shook my head and urged him to keep going, and he did, going on to unclasp the hooks on my bra with one hand, while the other held my cheek gently. Once my bra was off, he threw it on the floor carelessly. Harry twirled his finger around the bud, making me shiver, and lowered his mouth. I let out a low sound as he rolled his tongue around, then sucked.
"Harry..." I barely breathed, panting.
He kept going and finally let go. He watched me as I writhed on the bed, his expression flickering and hungry. "What?" I said.
"You just.. you look beautiful," was all he said before leaning down again.
Soon, my pants were off, and and he was running his hands up and down my legs, causing shivers to erupt on every bare inch of my body. His fingers felt like the sky before a storm, only this storm was everlasting and happening only in my body.
