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He can visibly see the relief wash over her face. Sometimes he forgets that he's far more experienced than her, not only sexually, but in the world of consent and aftercare, too. He smiles gently as he reaches out to give her knee a squeeze. 

"Let's do that first," she agrees, "And then maybe we can try that out another time?"

He nods, leaning forward to press a kiss to her hair. "Just tell me whenever you feel ready, 'kay?"

"Wait," she sits back slightly, her eyes rounded, "You don't wanna do it now?"

He raises his eyebrows. "You want to?"

"Yeah. Is that alright?"

A grin spreads wide across his face, "Of course it's alright, pretty baby. We'll take it slow and you can tell me anytime you feel uncomfortable or unsure, okay?"

She nods eagerly and Harry's quick to duck down and catch her lips in a kiss. It's filled with lust almost instantly, his mouth moving fast against hers, strings of spit breaking between them. He gently pushes her back against the length of the couch, tender in his movements as he encourages her to spread out for him. Regardless of how many times they engage in intimate moments together, he doesn't think he'll ever get tired of the sight of his girl's wide-eyed, fucked out face.

"Feeling good, sweetheart?" he asks, splitting his own legs to straddle her waist. She nods her head, her tongue poking out to moisten her lips. 

"Yes. Keep going, please."

He smiles at her politeness and pushes his hands under her sweater, eager to get her naked. She helps him pull it up and over her body before leaning back down almost immediately, pressing hot kisses along her chest and down her stomach. She mewls at the feeling of his lips on her form and reaches down to thread her fingers through his curly hair. As he nurses a hickey to the skin of her hip — one of his favorite places to mark her — he dips his fingertips beneath the waistband of her leggings and panties, tugging them down her legs. 

She whimpers at the slight bite of pain from his teeth but he's quickly licking over it to soothe the ache. She's entirely overwhelmed by how quick he's moving, her back arching to press into his touch when she feels his fingers dance over her pussy. 

"Please don't tease," she whimpers in that pretty high-pitched voice he loves. He smirks against her skin and kisses a trail from her hip to her mound, sticking the tip of his tongue out to brush over her clit. "Harry, I—"

"Shush," he mutters, issuing a gentle massage to her inner thigh, "You'll get what you want, honey. Just relax."

She takes a deep inhale and nods her head, feeling messy knots form from the friction against the fuzzy throw pillow she's laying against. She licks over her lips as she allows her eyes to flutter closed, enjoying the familiar pleasure of her boyfriend suckling at her clit. Since starting their relationship, she found out he was obsessed with going down on her and rarely fucked her without splitting her open with his tongue first. In a short timespan, he got to know every last one of her triggers, figuring out exactly how to make her cum over and over again. 

"Is it okay if I touch you down here?"

She shudders as he licks a stripe up her lips, feeling his thumb gently probe at her ass. She mumbles out an affirmative answer and he shuffles a bit lower. Carefully, his tongue ventures down, using the tip of the muscle to slowly lick at the tight ring of muscles. 

"Oh," she breathes out, blinking her eyes open. He stops and glances up to gauge her expression, prepared to stop. "No, it's— it's good. Keep going." 

He nods hesitantly, not entirely convinced. He repeats the same pattern, offering slow, careful licks, his eyebrows raising slightly when he hears a whimper fall from her lips. 

"Good?" he asks, desperate for her confirmation. 

"Yeah... 's good. Want more, I think." 

He curses lowly to himself and sucks his bottom lip into his mouth. He's planning to take it excruciatingly slow so he thinks his spit is enough lubrication for right now, especially since her pussy is dripping down all the way to her thighs. 

Coating his finger in saliva, he pets at her hole, trying to loosen it slightly before pressing in. He uses his other hand and runs it through her arousal, smearing it around her ass. 

"Messy girl," he mumbles, though it's mainly to himself. "You look so pretty down here, y'know that?" 

She mewls and covers an arm over her face, making him chuckle. Slowly, he presses the tip of his finger inside, eliciting a quiet gasp from above. He gently shushes her.

"You're doing so good for me, baby. Just stay relaxed, yeah?"

"Uh-huh," she nods, swallowing, "Feels... full."

"Yeah?" he echoes as he gradually continues to pushing in. He spits, landing directly on his finger in her ass, and she gasps. "Do you like being full back here?"

He gives her a few moments to adjust to the sensation before he unhurriedly starts to rock his finger in and out, watching as her hole swallows it up. He'd be lying if he said his cock wasn't rock hard in his sweats, the sight nearly being enough to make him cum. 

"Yeah, I do," she finally answers, whimpering through a harsh swallow. "Can I— is it okay if I touch myself?"

"Shit, yeah, honey. Go ahead." 

Her fingers trail down the length of her body until they find her clit. She collects some of the arousal pooling and brings it up the bud of nerves, moaning softly as she begins to circle it tightly. 

"More," she breathes out, making Harry look up at her with a quirked brow, "Can you— more lube and another finger?"

"More?" Harry asks in slight disbelief, reaching over to grab the small bottle of lube off the table. He uncaps it and drizzles some over his finger. 

"Yeah. Another finger, I can take it." 

He groans and spread the lube to his middle finger, preparing to fit it in next to the one already buried inside. 

"Tell me if it's too much, okay?" 

She nods and quickens the loops around her clit, a louder moan breaking free when he pushes it in. It's a stretch of course, but he's not sure she doesn't like the slight pain of it. 

"It feels really good," she mumbles as he scissors his fingers, thrusting them steadily, "Will you— fuck— can I have the plug?"

He chuckles at her eagerness before pressing a chaste kiss right below her clit. "Not today, baby. Don't wanna hurt you." 

He hears her huff lightly and he smirks. "What, are you my little anal girl now? Desperate to get all filled back here too?" 

"Yes," she whimpers, exasperation clear in her tone. 

"Atta girl. Keep rubbing that pearly clit, I wanna watch you cum, sweetheart." 

"I'm gonna, I'm gonna," she promises haphazardly, wiggling her bottom half to meet the thrusts of his fingers. He feels like he's about to explode, so he can only imagine how his girl feels. Her thighs are tensing beneath his touch while soft whimpers leave her throat. It's a beautiful sight, one that he can't help but feel pride towards, knowing he's the reason why she feels so good. 

He feels her muscles tighten around his fingers and he groans from the sensation, glancing up to see her own digits stall over her clit. He makes quick work to add his other hand to the mix, making up for her limited movement as her back arches against the couch, a series of moans signaling her peak. 

"Fuck, oh my god— fuck, 's so good, 's so good—"

He doubles down on his efforts as he watches her babble, enthralled by the sight of her holes clenching as she comes. Arousal leaks steadily from her pussy and he can't help but dip forward as he continues thrusting his fingers in and out of her ass, eagerly licking up her juices. 

As her orgasm tapers off, he gently pulls his fingers from her asshole, unabashedly lifting them to his mouth. She watches him with a slack jaw, his chin shiny and covered in her cum.

"Wow," she mumbles tiredly. He chuckles and climbs up the length of her body before pressing a kiss to her forehead. 

"I'll take it you liked that." 

She blushes and hits his chest lightly, "Don't make me feel weird about it." 

"Nothing to feel weird about, silly girl," he murmurs. "I loved it."

She hums as she buries her head into the crook of his neck, exhausted from the intensity of her orgasm. It's silent for a few moments as his hand moves up and down her bare back, leaning down to kiss her hair every now and then. 

Eventually, she lifts her head to peak at him.

"So we'll use the plug next time, right?"

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