He strokes at the shaft, tip a purple-pink color as he strokes from the base of the shaft, right up to where her mouth sucks at the tip of him. She notices him moaning more than he has been, and takes it as her cue to pop off of him, opening her mouth and resting her tongue right under his tip.
He continues stroking, admiring the way she sits determines to finish him as he continues to pull himself closer to the edge.
“Fuck! Y/N, fuck!” Thick spurts shoot out of his cock, and Y/N quickly replaces his hand with her own, stroking him complete as his cum pools at her lips. She finishes stroking him through, and then uses his remaining heavy breathing to encourage her installment loans in Connecticut to take him into her mouth and clean him up completely once more.
He occasionally leans down his lips, pecking at the sot skin on her forehead and inhaling the scent of her shampoo
When she finishes, she stands up, legs a bit sore from the position she was sitting in, and goes to grab his sweater. Before she can, though, Harry leans forward on the couch and pocks his lips to hers, muttering a small “Thank you.” before reaching down for his pants.
Under the Sea
Despite his status, being the heir of a sum of money most people would kill to have, and owning a wardrobe of clothes hand tailored to fit him perfectly, he enjoys nothing more than taking his fathers yacht (that he considers his, given that his father only owns it to gloat, and never actually uses it) and sailing into the vast blue ocean situated right next to his oversized home.
And although his mother continuously scolds him, telling him of the dangers of the ocean and possibility of falling overboard, Harry always reassures her that hes a fully grown up man and that he can handle the responsibility of sailing. He tells her hes done it his entire life, and gives her a small peck on the cheek, smiling in reassurance before walking out of the home to sail again.
Noelle has held Harrys attention for the past year. Yet, it seems that shes always too preoccupied or hes always too much of a wimp to confront her. He spends his spare time stalking her on social media, or imagining unhealthily what her silky blonde hair feels like between his fingertips. Its almost sad how much he seems to adore the idea of her. So when Noelle marched angrily into Harrys living room during the middle of one of their friendly hang outs, yelling angrily about how her father had to use their boat for business, so she subsequently couldnt use it for her upcoming birthday party, its no surprise that Harry jumps in to offer his own yacht up for her use.
Watching the day prior as Noelle hired people to adorn his yacht with chrome banners and cover his tables with pink tablecloths, hes a bit irked at the new state of his boat. But as she hugs him, her height in her tall heels perfect to mold into his, he doesnt regret his impulsive decision as much.
So the morning of her party, he takes one of his fathers smaller boats. The vehicle is a bit smaller than hes used to, but the organizers are still lingering on his own original boat. So without a second thought, he takes it to clear out his fucking head from all of its stress about tonight. He wonders if its finally the correct place to make a move on her, he considers finally admitting his feelings to the girl hes admired for so long.