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The simple, stimulating feeling of him rubbing the head of his stiff erection against my clammy skin was already making me tingle in all the good places. Good, as in the most pleasuring. He was doing that just after having fingered me. Due to our unfortunate drought of lubricant, Harry had to make sure I was dripping with perspiration. And, with him being as greedy as I was, he had easily succeeded.

Even my thighs were shiny with sweat due to the struggle of keeping still where my kneecaps poked down into the soft mattress. The overwhelming and obscene tingling sensation he was giving me by such simple touches had me scrunching my eyes shut and leaning my head to back to then part my lips in order to let myself gasp into the open air.

Harry's hands were skimming over my chest until they landed at my crotch where they cautiously started tugging and playing with my scrotum. Ugh. It was completely understandable that he was trying to pleasure me, but did he not see that I was clearly more than prepared for him to crash inside? I mean, his emerald eyes were literally staring right into the one body part on me that was so hard that it was aching—which became even more problematic when he started grazing his fingers around it. One light touch from his thumb was all it took for me to gasp in panic and shudder in position—so much that he had to grasp my hips in order to prevent me from sloping down on the bed.

"S-Shit you're sensitive," he hummed. "You're okay, yeah?"

I nodded, my chin tilting down on my chest where I panted subtly while looking down at him. He circled his thumbs over my hipbones while gazing into my eyes, a mixture of lust and worry blasting through. I decided to rest my hands on both his shoulders, finally nodding as I felt my heart decelerating in pace from the previous jump.

"It's—It's your cock," I forced out, hoping he would understand what I meant.

What I meant was that the feeling of the stiff, naked, throbbing and warm object poking against the area of my grundle was quite literally electrifying every separate nerve stretching through my hot skin. That was why my body was reacting. My sensitivity however, depended on the fact that my erotic mind kept imagining how it would feel to have that specific object penetrating me, skin-to-skin.

"I want you to take control this time. Okay?" The way he spoke to me made me feel like a child, but I didn't mind—somehow, it made it more exciting. He arched his back to lean in and kiss my tummy before glancing up at me again. "I would love for you to ride me, baby. Can you do that for me?"

"I can try," I said in a breath.

His right hand caressed the side of my somewhat trembling thigh when he nodded and kissed my skin once more. As he leaned back again with his elbows boring into the sheets I presumed he wanted for me to begin. Therefore, I removed my right hand from his left shoulder and grasped my fingers around the root of his shaft, shivering as I adjusted the tip from its previous position to my tensing rim.

Instantly I remembered the first time we had sex and I sat down on his cock and realised it was way too fucking big for me to even make a move—but I was used to it now, so it couldn't be that difficult, right?

My desperation led me to dip down to feel his bare tip drill ahead progressively until the full glans was plugging my hole. As my hand was returning to his shoulder, I used all my body strength to push down further, allowing his entire length to clog my passage. Harry and I moaned while looking each other in the eye, both seemingly looking like we had just encountered the most pleasant feeling in the world.

"Oh," Harry gasped, his face seeming clammy with sweat. "That's good. That's–" He closed his eyes, shutting up for three seconds as his lips parted while his arse sunk back into the mattress. "That's amazing," he finally forced out, licking his lips. "G-Go on."

Slowly but surely, I started bobbing my arse up and down—and because of how exhausted I felt, the lack of energy made me crash down on his groin with each bounce. By virtue of his length, I found myself wincing and whimpering with every stroke. Regardless, every movement felt like another glimpse of heaven, making me feel certain that I had never experienced anything that was just as addicting as this. The hook with finding something addicting is that it causes you to want to repeat it over and over again, which is exactly what I did. I rode him, rode him faster, and then I rode him the fastest.

The speed of my own bouncing shocked me as much as it did Harry. At first, my eyes were focusing on how my cock was swaying in the air like a fucking windmill (or a helicopter, if you prefer that parable). Secondly, my curious gaze flew up to Harry's face which was forcibly scrunched together. I observed his closed eyelids before moving on to his slightly flushed cheeks, to then lay focus on his widely agape mouth where groans were escaping from the back of his throat.

Fortunately I found pride in seeing him satisfied and completely in awe, because I felt proud of myself for making him feel that. Knowing that I was responsible for him being that erected, him having rosy cheeks, him moaning and whimpering and him scrunching his face up to maintain the pleasure, made me feel like I had accomplished something. As if I had—once again—taken a sip out of Harry Potter's Liquid Luck, just like that time I scored the most goals in my football match.

Because who on earth was in this moment luckier than me?

Right in the middle of my minute of pride Harry opened his eyes and peered into mine, his tongue slowly flat and lifeless in his open gape. He—yet again—looked like he was high as a kite, his eyes soon rolling back while he groaned. Soon he bit his lip, slid his hands from my hips to my arse, cupping and kneading it carefully as I proceeded bouncing.

Hiccups were leaving me along with my whimpers as I delighted in the feeling of his bare shaft repeatedly clashing along my stretched out walls. As I began to breathe heavier, Harry's hands moved along to my sides were he stroked me comfortingly. After doing that he grabbed ahold of my swinging cock and started massaging it before I swiftly took it into my own hand due to overstimulation. Instead, I simply held it in place to prevent it from whipping around and causing unnecessary pain.

"Babe," Harry gasped. I looked at him. "Any minute." Just as the words left him I felt his cock twitch inside of me. I huffed, my lips parting as I stared at his exhausted face. The colour of his lips had almost shifted from pink to purple due to his aggressive lip-bites, and his fringe had fallen down and stuck to his sweaty forehead. He said, "You want me to release?"

"N-Now?" I blinked, still bobbing my arse just as fast a before.

"Yeah," he panted.

I hesitated. "S-Sure."

Harry moved his hands to my spine and held me in a tight grip as I slammed back down on him for the last time before he started digging his fingers into my back, signing that the overwhelming passion of an orgasm was taking over his beautiful body. Allowing myself to sink down fully, I winced, sitting flat against his groin as felt a warm liquid squirt inside of me just as the owner of the buff arms around me pulled himself closer and buried his scrunched up face into my chest.

Hot breath fanned the space between my breast-muscles as I began elevating myself upward to let his softening cock glide out of me, his cum dripping from my hole as well as his face sloping down off my body. With puppy-eyes, the sweaty boy glanced up at me, tugging at my arm to drag me closer as I was pulling away. Avoiding his pout, I sat down on his clammy thighs and started jacking off with closed eyes, soon feeling waves of blood rushing through me which allowed me to finally ejaculate over his semi-flaccid manhood.

In heavy breaths I was pulled into Harry's arms where he kissed my cheeks before my brain could even observe the sudden switch of position. His muscles tightened around my warm torso as he hugged me and breathed in my scent at the side of my neck. As I was still composing myself from climaxing, I didn't fight back when he started stroking his hands all over my skin and placing comforting kisses over my chest and arms.

His feelings were crystal clear. And I was acting blind.

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