blind. 2 | styles (hariana)

XXXV. You Stand Alone to Every Record I Own

Part 1

mature content (sort of )

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~ Harry ~

This is the closest I'll ever get to being in heaven, I thought to myself as I quickened my pace, hoisting myself higher as I pistoned my cock in and out of Ariana. Beneath me, her unrelenting moans of bliss stirred with the movements her body demanded of her offered a canvaslike caliber that solicited my cock to act as a paintbrush that would paint her body and bring to life the roaring masterpiece that was on the fringe of revealing itself.

As her back formed a beautiful arch, I let my arms slip underneath her. Using her momentum I lifted her upwards and onto my lap, holding her as close to me as possible while our bodies moved in sync with each other. Her lips, which were bitten to a shade of crimson, parted and a string of curse words followed by my name tumbled off her tongue in quiet whispers and short gasps as she abandoned her self-control and sank herself down onto me completely.

Our eyes met in an intense gaze before our noses touched and a soft giggle freed from her lips, like an elusive symphony forged from the same place I imagine greatness is born. She couldn't tell but in those three short seconds I fell in love with her all over again. That along with the fact that every second afterwards I slip deeper and deeper into an Ariana love-filled coma just meant that I was constantly being hit with the realization that this is the closest I'll ever get to being in heaven.

"Was that okay?" I questioned, studying her carefully for her response.

"It was more than okay." She said with a toothy grin, still slightly breathless as noted by the faint pink blush in her cheeks. "But, if we're going to continue having sex again you're going to need to invest in some condoms." Her words coincided with the faint constricting of her vaginal walls around my cock, which of course only fuelled my deep desire to fūck her again, but I needed to be strong and not think through my cock for the time being. Not in the presence of the best thing that's ever happened to me.

"Of course. I'll get a few boxes today while we're out." I said, "We have a year and a half of sweet love making to catch up on and I have a few ideas up my sleeve."

"Sometimes I wonder if it's the sex you really missed, and not me as a person." She laughed softly.

"That's absurd; I can't have heart-to-heart conversations with your pussy." I said, laughing as well while dodging her incoming hand, "I missed everything, honestly, from listening to you whine about your favourite things to feeling your body next to mine in the mornings. If it were up to me I'd never let you leave my side again, but you'll probably end up kicking me off my side anyway, like you did last night."

"I'm sorry, I get spastic when I sleep in a new bed. I can never find the perfect position to sleep in so I'm constantly moving."

"I know. I forgot exactly how dangerous it was to sleep next to you. I woke up in the middle of the night last night on the floor and you were sleeping on the bed outstretched like a damn starfish with the most content, mischievous grin on your face like you knew exactly what you were doing."

"I was going to say something to defend myself but that's honestly a pretty satisfactory summary of who I am as a person." She said, shrugging as her lips formed a small pout. "Carry on."

"We haven't been bothered by Marcel yet. I'd better go check on him; see if he's not too scarred for life. I'll get started on breakfast as well while you get ready. Girlfriend privileges include being the first to shower."

"Girlfriend privileges; is that going to become a thing now?"

"I just really wanted to say it; girlfriend. It feels really good, really nice... really tight."