A few hours later and I was snuggled up under the luxurious feather duvet as I waited for Harry to finish in the bathroom. My mind travelled over the day’s events as I gazed around the room; it really was the nicest hotel I’d ever stayed in and I’d had a wonderful day. The contrast between where I was supposed to be, and where I was, was remarkable and just at the thought I began smiling like an idiot. I really didn’t deserve Harry, and his overly thoughtful nature.
“Done” he said as he skipped out of the bathroom, running his hands through his curls as he went. I smiled as I watching him make his way around the bed, before jumping in besides me, and wrapping his arms around my waist, pulling me towards him. “Happy Birthday” he whispered before his lips gently met with mine. Somehow, despite being spoilt rotten, I had somehow managed to forget I was another year older, something that in my eyes was an achievement for Harry as the concept of getting ‘older’ was always an issue on my Birthday.
“Thank you for making it so special Harry” I said as I pulled away from his kiss as my fingers traced patterns across his bare chest.
“You deserved to be spoilt” he said with a smile, before his lips met with mine again. He was gentle with the embrace as he shuffled closer and forced my back against the mattress, before one of his hands traced it’s way up and down my body with ease, setting my nerves on edge as they went and causing a slight shiver to run up my spine, something that he noticed as he smiled into the kiss, obviously enjoying how he easily excited me. His warm, semi-clothed body pressed against mine; his warmth evident despite my thin layer of nightwear being between us, as he deepened the kiss. His hand made it’s way under my thin vest, pushing it up as he went, before he began tickling patterns over my abdomen with fingers. One of my legs wrapped around his, bringing our hips together as his hand travelled to my back and pulled me towards him, a small sigh escaping from his lips as our bodies collided. A familiar ache appeared in the pit of my stomach as his evident excitement pressed against me and pressure and warmth between us grew. The wait for his next move was killing me, so my hands worked their way down to his boxers and suggestively fumbled with them, however his hands met with mine and stopped them in their tracks. I sighed as it became evident that he was going to make me wait, and with that he broke our embrace, causing my eyes to flicker open and search his face for a reason.
“Patience” he whispered, with a cheeky smile. Patience was never a strength of mine, especially in the bedroom. In my eyes foreplay was over rated, something that until now he had appreciated. His hand moved from my back to my stomach before tracing it’s way over my night shorts, causing me to shuffle under his touch. His face searched mine as I bit my lip, knowing this would cause him to smile, before his hand found it’s way under the material and his touch took my breath away slightly. His fingers gently worked their magic as his eyes stayed transfixed on my reaction; he was clearly getting some kind of kick out of it, not that I was complaining, however the watching thing was making me more and more embarrassed as the seconds ticked by, so I reached forward and made his lips meet mine, gently biting his bottom lip to ensure he wouldn’t pull away. My breathing slowly increased as I felt myself nearing the edge, his touch driving my slowly insane. As a form of distraction my hands made their way down to his boxers and began returning the favour, however within a few minutes it all got too much and my hand shot to his to make him stop. This naturally caused him to pull away from the kiss and search my face for an explanation; however from my flushed cheeks and slightly exhausted expression he knew I was close.
“Please” I whispered breathlessly as shuffled his boxers down his body. The only response I received was a smile, before he reached for my shorts and swiftly removed them.