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HARRY

@dangeress | cont.

SHE MAY NEVER CEASE TO AMAZE HIM. pupils dilate , irises darken , and the whole damn world is on fire at his back. the shudder that ravages his spine is merciless , his hands trembling where they lay. she has no shame. nor does he. his eyes never stray from the elegant movements of her fingers or the glistening evidence now gracing them. there is no room for shame , only something akin to starstruck awe. 

that soon gives way to WANT. 

he slides his hand down her arm , following the continual tease of nimble digits until his own curl around them. soon , his fingers are sticky with sweet , and his mouth goes very dry. ❛ are you - sure ? about th - that ?his hips roll against her thigh of their own accord as he brushes along her swollen lips , his knuckles soon gleaming with her juices. he leans down , his mouth featherlight against her ear , her jaw. ❛ i think - i should have a look.

                𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐊𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊. ❛ Mmm… It’s half-response, half the sound she makes when his fingers overtake hers. It’s the smallest show of control, of SUBTLE ownership, but it has her walls tighten missingly around thin air. Again, then again. Then around his fingers. They clamp down as if to say, stay, forever. Don’t ever LEAVE. This is where you belong. 

Then his words register properly. Daphne peers up at him through hazy eyes and nods. ❛ Yeah, you should - yeah. Do that.  But before he can make his way down her body, she’s straddling him, pushing down on narrow shoulders, the implication clear as the wetness on both their fingers. BUT JUST IN CASE: ❛ I wanna… ride your face. Is… that okay?