Kissy |HS|

Ch. 33

My eyes followed Luna, pulling blankets over her father and one over Avery.

Her tired eyes meeting mine as she sighs, shoulders slumping signaling it's the end of the day for her. Her feet shuffled over to me, her hand taking mine and leading me wherever.

A wave of comfort, soaring through my body as her small hand fit into mine.

I wasnt at all nervous, or uncomfortable. But to be able to touch her, makes me feel like I could never go without that touch. She made my body feel like it was on fire.

We made our way to a bed, im assuming was hers when she stayed here. She sat at the bedside, plopping back and fumbling with her pants with one hand. I smiled, stepping to her and trailing my fingertips along the skin that showed, her shirt slightly raised.

Her eyes were closed, and her breaths were steady as she allowed me to help her.

Unbuttoning her pants, she raised her hips, letting me push them off.

Her skin felt warm, and soft against the tips of my fingers. Her breathing became more hiccuped.

I know what you're thinking, there's a time and a place for sexual endeavors. But for some reason, something sparks it a little more when it's under your childhood roof.

My fingers lingered back up, her sides being her most sensitive. I began to slide her shirt over her casted arm, following suit with the other and then over her head.

I hovered over her, her eyes remaining closed; the corner of her lips twitching into a smirk.

God. Her lips.

I wanted every reason to touch them. They were soft and sweet like velvet rose petals. When she drinks, they flush with a natural pink that makes them the most defined feature on her face.

My eyes skimmed her face. Freckles scattered her cheeks, her nose covered making it look even more button like. She had the longest eyelashes I'd ever seen, which only makes her more susceptible to getting her way.

I twirled her hair between my index finger and thumb. Her beautiful, curly hair, framing her face just perfectly-

"Harry."

She whispered, sending chills down my spine.

"Yes, love?"

She hummed, "are you going to kiss me or are you just going to keep staring at me?"

I chuckled softly, tracing my thumb against her cheek and taking one last look before I planted my lips to hers.

Every sane thought left my mind, I was clouded by euphoria.

Her lips easily molded into mine, her fingers now skimming my back as she pulled my shirt up.

My breath hitched at her slow movements, her eyes finally meeting mine as my shirt came over my head. That was it.

I was weak, the minute her windows connected with mine. There wasn't any way I could let go, any way I could  step away.

I was wrapped around this sweet siren, and It feels dangerously good.

She pulled me in by the nape of my neck, reconnecting our lips with every ounce of passion she could. Her hands finding their way comfortably around the hem of my pants as she unbuttoned them, pushing them off. She spread her legs, giving me more space to set myself between them.

I had to stop and look at her, one more time. Her eyes were seductive and dark, making my heart beat harder in my chest. The way her heart visibly pulsed through her neck, giving away that she was just as excited.