Charlie shut her door and wanted to slide down it. She could hear Harry stumbling around on his way to his own bed chamber. She could even tell that he had walked towards her door first, and paused, before dragging himself to his own bedchamber and sloppily closing his door.

Had he knocked she would have opened the door. Tequila and Tom Ford was a mixture of scents so redolent of memory for her that another whiff and her will power would have changed to won't.

Charlie ran both hands up into her hair and pulled slightly to gather her bearings, but found that only made the memory that kept surfacing stronger. She busied herself getting ready for bed, leaving on her boy shorts and grabbing the t shirt she had brought to sleep in. Damnit, not hers, his, of course. A weathered soft grey one she had stolen early in their sleep over days. It reminded her of how their sex life had started, homey, comfortable, soft, sweet. Harry focused so much on her in the beginning she hadn't noticed what she was missing.

That was, until the night they had gone out with Alexa Chung and co. That night, she encountered a new Harry entirely. One she enjoyed thoroughly thereafter. With a glint in her eye, Alexa had started ordering tequila shots, and Harry's reluctance had been thinner than paperboard. Each shot that went down his throat saw another public barrier of affection breached, until his large hand was so wrapped around her thigh that his pinkie played the seam of her jeans knowingly. She squirmed and Harry, her sweet-does that feel ok-i can slow down-lover, smirked and leaned into her ear.

"Are you wet for me love?" He whispered. If she hadn't been, the self assurance of that question made it so. She pulled back to look at him and nodded.

"Good," he breathed and placed him thumb over her mouth. "I have so many plans for these lips tonight," he promised as he slipped his digit between her teeth and was rewarded by a lashing of Charlie's tongue and a quick suck.

The ride home was a blur. She hoped his security had not seen her neck arch as she rode his lap to completion, but the worry certainly hadn't stopped her.

They tumbled into the foyer and Harry immediately slipped her tank top off her shoulders leaving her topless before kissing her lightly on the top then bottom lip before wiggling his devilish tongue into her panting mouth while he gripped the back of her hair

Charlie was still recovering from that move when he sounded sotto voce, "suck my cock, love." Her mouth watered. She'd had him in her mouth before. But, like the rest of their physical relationship, it has been exploratory. This was different, Harry's entire demeanor was different. This was more command than request.

Charlie placed another wet kiss to his mouth before slipping down his body, unbuttoning the last two stalwart buttons on his silk blouse, before reaching his hefty bulge and mouthing it over his jeans. Harry groaned and gave an impatient thrust. She got the message and pulled the pride of Britain from his tight black jeans. He was hard, and the vein running up the left side was pulsing. Charlie looked up at Harry and he slipped his hand down to cup her chin, "please."

She pushed him against his stomach and licked from base to tip, using her tongue to cup the fluted head that was strongly peaking out of his foreskin. He nudged his hips forward and she opened her mouth to receive him. Laying out her tongue to take him deeply after a few opening strokes. She looked up into his eyes and nodded faintly when she saw him straining. His hips began shallow thrusts at that, and praise bubbled from his lips. When she added her hand to complete her stroke and swallowed around his tip she felt him shift.

His strong hands moved down to cup her face and he leant down to kiss her fully. Swirling tongue meeting her bruised mouth and kissing her in a way that made her tummy dip and thighs quake. As one hand fell away and the other grasped her throat gently she moaned. Harry smiled against her mouth and pulled up, fitting his tip back to her waiting lips, leaving no doubt where he hoped to orgasm.

Charlie looked up at Harry's adoring eyes as he pushed his cockhead between her abused lips and she knew she loved when Harry drank tequila. Several combined moments of hollowed cheeks and twisting hands later, Harry shouted her name as he filled her mouth and watched her hopefully until she swallowed.

Helping her to her feet, he swiped his thumb at the right side of her mouth before he fed the remnants to her. Harry leaned in and kissed her before hugging her close to him, her nose nuzzling into his pungent neck.

Now, As she lay in a bed 100ft away from where he was sleeping she bit her lip as she quaked to the memory of the mingled smell of tequila and Tom Ford.